The size of the heart is not large, but it is two square feet.

The size of the Han cypress tree is also very small, no more than a foot high, no more than 14 or 5 centimeters wide, which is quite okay than the column.

The roots of the cypress trees have a large hollow in the tree, which makes them look uncomfortable.

The trunk of the main tree is thick and mottled with pale bark. The middle branch is coiled with countless galls.

There are three forks in the upper part of the tree that protrude into the void, and this part is painted with a very smart and domineering atmosphere.

On the whole, the painting of this Han cypress tree is average, medium to low.

The idea is also poor.

Generally, those who draw trees use trees as metaphors for people.

Either noble or arrogant, ambitious, or alone in the world.

I don't know what the author is trying to convey by this tree?

Bad review!

The big hollow in the roots is the biggest failure.

The hollow roots represent decay, while the trunks and leaves in the upper middle are painted so vigorously!

Bad review!

The trunk of the main tree and the crown of the upper part are well drawn. But just like that, just passed.

The most brilliant place is the old bark of the Han cypress tree, which can give 75 points.

The other young leaves and shoots, galls and tumor scars all failed.

Especially the seven or eight tumor scars, just like the eyes that grow on the tree, completely turning the tree into the hundred-eyed demon lord in Journey to the West.

It's ugly!

Directly above the tree, there is a small line of calligraphy with a fly's head.

"I used to read Du Fu's poems quickly, and I sighed for a thousand years. Songyang saw Han Shibai today, and the toddler couldn't help it. It has been named after Gongsun for a long time, and Yingchuan Songyue is close to the foot......

The small writing power of this line of writing is okay, and it has a bit of a feminine taste.

Top, bottom, left and right, together with tree trunks and inscriptions, are stamped with ten stamps of different shapes, large and small.

"A few moments of pleasure, not far from the heart, a few classics, a tour of the six art gardens, the taste of the rich, sketching ......"

At this time, my Shan painting project was almost at an end, and the pace had slowed down.

The expert Luo Da, who was close at hand, had already seen that his head was about to be clubbed on the painting, and Master Chen Huan on the left was already trembling, and the hand holding the glasses was also trembling.

Needless to say, these two old things have already seen the origin and authenticity of this painting.

I've washed this painting like this, and I've almost washed out all the materials on the paper, and if they can't see it anymore, they'll die.

On the right, Lin Hongbin is very stable, and the shelf is very high.

Lin Hongbin himself is a family scholar, he has been practicing in the old Bo for many years, and he has already practiced a good ability, plus he has been haunting all over the country for many years to participate in treasure hunting shows, and he has seen a lot of things, and his mentality is very calm.

"This Han Baitu is a bit like the Republic of China Rong Bao Zhai asked someone to imitate it......

After reading something, it was already five minutes later.

The three old men and three stood in a horn on the left, center, and right to surround me firmly, and launched a winter offensive against me across a shallow strait.

The first to appear was Luo Ji, an expert from the Wenbo Anti-Smuggling Team, who first issued the verdict of the imitation of Rong Bao Zhai in the Republic of China, and then threw bricks and stones: "Teacher Chen Huan, what do you think?"

Master Chen Huan naturally stood and watched, pinching the white beard that had been deliberately grown to resist the cold winter, and said twice: "We have two such Han Bai pictures in our Rong Bao Zhai Library."

"I remember...... It seems that the old shopkeeper asked the old man Qingzhai to do it in 1922. A total of four paintings were made. The sizes are all larger than this. It cost eighteen oceans at the time."

What Chen Huan said was a fart at all!

During the Republic of China, there was no such thing as an old man in Qingzhai.

The biggest flaw is the eighteen oceans.

At that time, Qi Baishi, who was the most awesome, and a picture of flowers, insects and birds was only the basic standard of ten oceans. Eighteen oceans can make Uncle Qi draw a flower and a bird without a tail.

In the Republic of China, please

An unknown painter imitates an ancient painting, and at most it is five Yuan Datou who have reached the sky. It also depends on the quality to speak.

Like the small shaft size in my hand, in the Republic of China, imitating one will definitely not exceed two oceans.

I faintly wanted to slap Chen Huan in my heart, but I still couldn't hold it.

It took a long march of thousands of miles to reach Chishui, and it was still far from the holy land.

Finally, we have seized a golden opportunity, and we must endure and endure again.

Not speaking is the best forbearance.

But before forbearance, I still deliberately raised my head and nodded at Chen Huan, deliberately pretended to have a cold and cough, and finished flattening the Han Baitu, picking up the cotton swab and cleaning it from the sky pole.

If I don't squeak, the other party won't be able to talk, and my follow-up routine will be impossible to talk about.

I don't move if the enemy moves, and I still don't move if the enemy moves, and the lethality is extremely great.

I think that when Yandu Antique City was born, Tao Bozhen's partner was exposed by this trick!

In less than half a minute, *** Luo Ji began to talk to himself again, making unceremonious comments to Han Baitu.

What proportions are not coordinated, what intentions are not good, what is sloppy with ink, what chapters are sparsely beaten, and so on, devalue Humbertu to worthless.

Luo Ji's comments on the painting are all right, and the rest is fart!

This painting is worth more than just a penny.

The paper on which this painting alone is worth tens of millions of dollars.

As for the chapter?

Do you also deserve to understand the chapter?

Still choosing to look up and nod, continue to cough and continue to hold still.

The seduction of Lu Fei Lu and holding the pipa made Luo Ji quickly lose his breath.

While defeating, he quietly raised his head and glanced at Chen Huan.

Chen Huan put his fist against his mouth, exchanged glances with Luo Ji, turned his head and looked at Lin Hongbin who was sitting firmly in the Diaoyutai casually, and slowly drew his sword.

"Young man, where did you get this painting?"

I pretended to cough badly and pointed to the side.

"This painting is a hungry drop."

The honest Bajiao Taihang Mountain peasant coal generation sang on stage and made a stunning appearance.

Successfully talking to the coal generation, Chen Huan's eyebrows showed a happy color, pretending to be a big expert and playing against the coal generation.

The coal generation told the other party truthfully as I instructed, "Teacher Chen, didn't you just see this painting? Didn't you say it was fake?"

When the dirt talk came out, Chen Huan was embarrassed and self-contained.