But with such simple planes and lines, it seems that people can see a character, a sword coming west, in front of the ten thousand armies, fighting fiercely, as if coming to the world from behind the curtain of history.

The middle-aged man's hand suddenly stopped, he stared at the stone statue in his hand, his eyes flashed with surprise, and gradually turned into ecstasy!

He broke through!

He broke through the bottleneck that had trapped him for a long time, and finally stepped into a new situation!

Thanks to the young man just now, he broke through the most crucial place and pulled him out of the pit!

Yes, he had to thank the other party!

But at this time, the sun is setting, the tired birds are returning to the nest, and only the river is surging in Taoshu Cemetery, rolling away, where are there others?

He stood up, wanted to turn around, and suddenly patted his head: "Idiot, I forgot to ask his name just now!" ”

Holding the stone sculpture in his hand again, he muttered, "Reading...... Giant...... Hey, Professor......"

……

"I said, idle man, don't say that others don't read at every turn in the future, it's easy to be beaten!"

Li Dongfei said with a black line on his face.

"It's okay, the best thing in the antique shop is to watch the dishes, just the two of us have this physique, it's worth him!"

Chang Xian smiled lightly, and called over, the road was already not easy to walk.

He felt a little strange, today Li Dongfei seemed to be more peaceful than before, although he used to look at him differently, but there were still some gestures faintly, but today he was completely level-eyed, and the communication was more easy-going.

Unconsciously, the names of the two have also become Brother Li and Xianzi.

"Brother Li, I'm really not burying him, that brother is actually trapped by a "vulgar" word. ”

Chang Xian said: "If it weren't for the fact that he was an idiot, I really wouldn't have had much to do with him, maybe he would have pierced that layer of window paper." ”

"Also, calligraphy and painting have the same origin, and what I'm afraid of is a vulgar word."

Li Dongfei sighed: "I have been practicing calligraphy for many years, and I can't get rid of this vulgar character, and the more I work, the more vulgar it becomes." ”

No matter what kind of art it is, it is not easy for ordinary people to achieve formal beauty.

But just such a "vulgar" word, millions of people can't get rid of it.

If you don't study, the more you work, the more vulgar you become.

You can't say the words, you have to pay attention to them.

Li Dongfei and Chang Xian both like calligraphy, so they talk about the customs of calligraphy.

Calligraphy follows people, and people are vulgar characters.

If you don't read, you're always a "bookmaker" when you write.

Mr. Lin Sanzhi is known as the Grass Saint, what did he say?

Words have a hundred diseases, only vulgar diseases are difficult to treat, and more reading can cure customs.

Mr. Gao Ershi also said that he is a bookmaker who just writes and does not read.

Whether it is calligraphy or painting, it is always advisable to read more books to have a smell. Otherwise, it will be tacky after all.

Kung fu like Deng Shiru is that he reads less, and he can't get rid of vulgarity in the library.

His scripts are good, but not so bad.

Why is this so?

Because in the final analysis, calligraphy is just a small way, a derivative of Chinese culture.

It is impossible to overstate the importance of reading books for calligraphy.

Wang Fu of the Ming Dynasty said that without hundreds of books, he could not make a pen.

Li Ruiqing said: It is especially expensive to study books, read more, and read more books, and write more elegantly. Therefore, since ancient times, although scholars are not good at books and their books have a bookish atmosphere, so the book is the first smell, otherwise it is not enough to become a skill.

Calligraphy is expensive and bookish.

Compared with Deng Shiru, Wu Rangzhi, a contemporary, was a scholar, and his calligraphy was bookish.

The so-called bookish qi is that there is poetry and books in the belly, and if you read too many books, there will be a kind of qi overflowing from the chest and abdomen.

It's not learned, it's cultivated.

is like raising jade, three or five years, decades, drilling in the ancients, in order to take off the shell and write your own appearance.

The emphasis on reading more calligraphy began in the Song Dynasty.

Su Dongpo said that the pen is not enough to be treasured, and reading thousands of volumes begins to be spiritual.

Huang Tingjian said: To learn books, we must have morality in our minds, and we must be extensive in the study of sages and philosophers, and books are precious. If there is no way to live in the spiritual mansion, the political envoy's pen and ink will not be reduced by Yuan Chang and Yi Shao, but it is just the ears of laymen!

The reason why literati paintings have existed since the Song Dynasty is because a large number of middle- and lower-class literati have lived in temples through the imperial examination.

As a result, it replaced the status of the family in the Jin and Tang dynasties, and the "scholars" became "literati", so that "morale" was also designed for "literary atmosphere".

Where does the tone come from?

Study!

Zi said, "If you don't read poetry, how can you speak!"

In the same way, if you don't read, how can you read?

……

The crown drove on the road, through the fields, green, yellow and red intertwined, and the eyes were colored. The smell of plants and fruits is pervasive, and the nose is aware of it. The cicadas and crows chirp in unison, and the ears hear them.

The distant mountains are depressed, the villages are hot, and the smoke has begun to rise, and the countryside here can still smell the smell of history because it is far from the city.

From the ferry to my grandmother's house, it is only ten miles away, but it is necessary to complete the transition from the national highway to the provincial highway and then to the county road.

As soon as the front wheels were pressed, I heard the sound of scraping and scraping bamboo boards, and a few dirty people came out.

Call away the singing artist to lift the point, call the beggar and have a performance art fan.

"Take a look, take a look, there's a poor man here. Uncle is good, uncle is good, pity and pity us poor bastards......"

An old guy covered his ragged clothes and sang against the window, and three other people poked in front of him, with a arrogant attitude.

"Brother Li, don't speak!"

Chang Xian instructed, pressed the car window slightly, and asked in Meishan dialect: "Brother, what do you say?" ”

"Boss, forgive me, it's August 15, ask for some holiday money."

The old guy cracked a mouthful of rotten teeth, and the thief's eyebrows peeked through the cracks.

Chang Xian was unmoved, and took out ten dollars and stuffed it through the seam.

"Hey, hey!"

The old guy grabbed it in his hand and said with a smile: "Look at your car, and you will be rewarded with two dates." ”

"Good! My house is in front of the bullfrog turn, not a few steps, a few of you followed, and I will reward one hundred. ”

“……”

This person was suspicious for a moment, a little unconvinced, but the two people in the car didn't have that earthy smell no matter how they looked at it, thinking that Chang Xian was bluffing, and he clung to the window.

"Boss, don't fool me, you make a lot of money in a big place, a reward of one hundred and two hundred is not too much, and thirty or fifty is not too little."

Reward you with a poop!

I'll give you a hundred, and you dare to ask me for a thousand!

Chang Xian smiled and nodded, but immediately closed the window in his hand, and the old guy put the left rearview mirror and beckoned at the same time.

The servant took a look, took out a few handfuls of iron from behind his waist, and directly blocked the way.

!

Chang Xian decisively hung up the reverse gear, slipped out of the back for a while, saw a few people pounce viciously, and then hung up the gear, and stepped on the accelerator fiercely.

"Boom!"

The crown car rushed over like a small tank, and it really didn't slow down.

The other party saw that he was in front of him, scattered left and right, fell to the ground, and got up again to chase after him.

Boom!

A hammer is thrown on the rear glass.