Sure enough, just like Fan Jinshi's introduction, Mogao Grottoes are indeed caves with flying sky.

Compared with the youth of the first day, today's visit is obviously much smoother.

Speculate on the dynasty of the mural, interpret the story of the mural, and then fully cooperate with the shooting of the mural.

Huang Yongyu, Shao Bolin and Shen Congwen, each with a flashlight, plus the one in Fan Jinshi's hand.

Four light sources were cast on the top of the cave at the same time, supporting a piece of snow for Jiangshan and Zhang Lu.

"A little further to the left," Jiang Shan said, patting his eyes.

The four-person lighting group turned to the left at the same time and started walking.

"It's over, go back a bit."

Huang Yongyu and Shao Bolin...... Two more steps back.

"It's almost there," Huang Yongyu kicked Jiang Shan in the air: "Isn't it just to take a few photos, it's still exciting!" ”

"Yongyu," Shen Congwen slapped his slightly sour shoulder: "The photo still needs to be taken clearly." ”

"Yes," Shao Bolin nodded: "Didn't Xiao Jiang say it, I want to make a comparative publicity photo of "Nine Colored Deer". ”

"Xiao Jiang," Huang Yongyu had long wanted to say: "Don't worry about outsiders first, it's better to think of a way for Teacher Shen's book if you have that kung fu." ”

"Alas, you can't say that," Shen Congwen waved his hand: "Xiao Jiang is also entrusted by others." ”

Ten years ago, Shen Lao had already compiled a 300,000-word "Research on Ancient Chinese Costumes" in accordance with the instructions of the prime minister.

It's a pity that it didn't come in time.

When the catastrophe struck, not only were the manuscripts confiscated, but even the reference materials were swept away.

After that, Shen Congwen relied on his memory to write another book.

However, since he was reinstated only last year, his name was re-added to the list of experts this year.

As for the publication of the book, according to the original words of the people concerned: you can't be in too much of a hurry, you have to take your time step by step!

Jiang Shan didn't say anything, just looked at Huang Yongyu and smiled.

"You kid is still laughing," Huang Yongyu kicked his legs in the air again.

After that, I laughed too.

The 329th cave excavated in the early Tang Dynasty, the top of the cave is surrounded by the sky, elegant and smart.

Embellishment of auspicious clouds and flower petals, it is layered and magnificent.

"This cave is similar to yesterday's five hundred Arhats,"

Zhang Lu raised his head in fascination: "It shines like a jewel." ”

"The entire Mogao Grottoes are actually a thousand-year-old treasure trove of ore pigments,"

Fan Jinshi's flashlight shook on the top of the cave, and suddenly the sky flew and the walls were full of light.

"The green is malachite, and the blue is lapis lazuli."

"This is also the reason why it has not faded for thousands of years," Huang Yongyu also added: "Do you know the meaning of the word Danqing?" ”

Jiang Shan held the camera and replied:

"Dan refers to cinnabar, and green refers to gold and stone. The ancients quarried colored stones and grinded them into powder, adding glue to make them picturesque, which can be kept for thousands of years. ”

"Well," Huang Yongyute nodded with satisfaction, as if Jiang Shan was the three good students he taught:

"The Danqing on the wall depends on the support of good men and women!"

It is not easy to spend financial resources and effort, and it can last for thousands of years.

There is a painting in the Northern Song Dynasty, which is as famous as "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival", but few people copy it.

The reason for this is because I can't afford to imitate it.

"A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" is the only unique work of the Northern Song Dynasty court painter Wang Ximeng.

At the age of eighteen, the painter who was taught pen and ink skills by Song Huizong completed the famous "Thousands of Miles of Rivers and Mountains" in half a year.

The whole silk horse consumed, the finest colored gemstones and thousand-year-old shells are countless.

The whole painting is as sparkling as a blue-green gemstone, showing a royal momentum.

So much so that the Palace Museum in later generations easily did not dare to exhibit the scrolls, because every time they were opened, paint would fall.

However, Wang Ximeng, who overwhelmed the two Song Dynasty with his solitary chapter, only lived to be 20 years old and was given to death by the former Bole Song Huizong.

The reason is that the young and frivolous Wang Ximeng painted a picture of "A Thousand Miles of Hunger" after "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains".

gave Song Huizong anger, not only burned the painting, but also extinguished him by the way.

However, in Jiang Shan's opinion, it should be that he was exposed to too many harmful minerals when painting.

Click......

Jiangshan's camera never stopped for a moment.

The film in the bag is visible to the naked eye and is being consumed.

Two days later, the visit to Dunhuang came to an end.

Jiangshan and Zhang Lu bid farewell to the old cadres visiting group in advance.

As for the subsequent adaptation of the song and dance drama "Silk Road Flower Language", there is nothing to do with them.

On the train back to Pujiang, Jiang Shan opened an envelope that Huang Yongyu gave him before leaving.

"What's in there?" Zhang Lu said curiously: "Teacher Huang sent you to paint again?" ”

"How can the painting fit this," Jiang Shan pulled out two pages from the envelope: "This is ......?" ”

When I looked closely, I immediately laughed beautifully.

Two recommended prefaces were written on the two pages of letterhead, one by Shen Congwen and the other by Huang Yongyu.

All of them are inscribed for the Jiangshan calligraphy.

"It's okay now," looking at the preface on the paper, Jiang Shan smiled: "Shun is not so smooth." ”

"Jiangshan, let me tell you," Zhang Lu knew that Jiangshan was preparing to publish a pen copybook:

"You just show these two prefaces to the Pujiang Fine Arts Publishing House, and the Guarantee Association will agree to publish them."

"Don't worry," Jiang Shan could afford to wait: "Wait a few more days and see what Yanjing has to say." ”

In September 1979, the office building of nearly 10,000 square meters of the People's Education Publishing House was completed.

Jiang Feng, the president of the Academy of Fine Arts, was invited to attend the inauguration ceremony.

This time, Dean Jiang brought the draft of the "Covers and Illustrations of Primary and Secondary School Textbooks" designed by the publishing house to the Academy of Fine Arts.

"How?" Dean Jiang smiled and asked, "Are you satisfied with these design drawings?" ”

"Each one is very good," Zhu Ling, the president of the publishing house, affirmed: "It fits the content of the text very well, and the children will definitely like it." ”

"That's good, I was worried that the publication of the new textbook would be delayed."

"There is no delay at all," President Zhu said with a smile: "When the school starts next spring, students will be able to use the new primary and secondary school textbooks." ”

"President Zhu," Jiang Feng took out a notebook from the bag he was carrying:

"Some time ago, a friend recommended me a very interesting book, and today I brought it here."

"Oh?" President Zhu was quite surprised, and Dean Jiang would also recommend the manuscript to her? "I'd love to see it."

The entire manuscript looks thin and weightless in your hand.

But, when she turned the page, she was directly stunned: "What is this...... Copybook? ”

"See?" Jiang Feng smiled: "It's very unexpected, right? When I first started looking at it, I also had the same expression as you. ”

"I thought it was written," President Zhu was really surprised: "But...... That's a beautiful word! ”

Page after page.

Suddenly, President Zhu's eyes lit up: "It's too crowded halfway up the mountain, we'll see you at the top, this is not ......"

Before she finished speaking, she hurriedly said a few words to the staff beside her.

Soon, the staff re-walked in with a newspaper.

"Dean Jiang," President Zhu handed him a newspaper:

"This is a newspaper in Pujiang, and they published an article in the weekend edition half a month ago...... What are it called motivational quotes. ”

Jiang Feng had already seen it in his eyes: "We'll see you at the top...... Well? …… Author: Jiang Shan? The pen words published in the newspaper are not on this copybook, and it seems that there are still people who know the goods. ”

"Our publishing house is also knowledgeable," President Zhu smiled happily:

"Originally, I thought there were too few words in the newspaper, and I was going to contact the author to ask for a manuscript, but I didn't expect you to send the whole book."

"Hahaha," Jiang Feng laughed:

"Pujiang's publishing house didn't dare to publish this book, saying that it hadn't been published for a long time, and I thought it was a pity, so I sent it to you to see."

"After 37 years, the country's publishing houses have not issued copybooks," said Zhu to understand the concerns of his peers.

"But now there are more and more comrades using fountain pens, and this calligraphy is not only atmospheric, but also very good in content, which should be welcomed by the market."

"So, your publisher has agreed to publish this book."

"Yes," President Zhu nodded with a smile: "You ask the author to contact us to discuss specific publication matters." ”

……

At the same time, Pang Zhonghua, who had been in Yanjing for several days, was sitting at Wen Huaisha's house.

"Words are good words," after closing the manuscript, Wen Lao thought carefully: "Since you have found me here, I will help you." ”

His words made Pang Zhonghua very excited.

Hurriedly stood up and thanked: "Old Wen, if my book can be released, you will be my great benefactor for life." ”

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me first," Wen Huaisha waved his hand: "I'm just recommending it for you, as for whether it can be successful." ”

"I'm already grateful for your words."

According to the memories of later publishers, the reason why Pang Zhonghua was able to become the top spot in the domestic calligraphy market was inseparable from his clever mind.

This person is very good at getting things done, in addition to making friends with Wen Huaisha, he also likes to make friends with various news units.

Since his own fountain pen calligraphy became popular, he began to go to major colleges and universities to teach calligraphy skills.

Every time I go to a place to speak, I will contact the local newspaper and TV station in advance.

From time to time, an accordion is played in the middle of a speech, which is called a combination of work and rest.

After that, learning fountain pen characters while playing the accordion became a major teaching feature of Pang Zhonghua.

Soon he took a fancy to CCTV and put his class on the TV screen.

"That's it," Wen Huaisha twitched the relationship map: "I'll take your notebook to Dean Jiang first, and listen to what he has to say." ”

"Dean Jiang?" Pang Zhonghua asked, "Which Dean Jiang?" ”

"Of course, it's Dean Jiang of the Academy of Fine Arts, and he is more familiar with the publishing house," Wen Huaisha said slowly:

"As long as he can see it, there should be no problem with the release of your copybook."

On the train to Pujiang, Jiang Shan, who was sitting in the sleeper car, did not realize that his calligraphy had met a strong opponent.

At this moment, he was holding a photo taken in Dunhuang.

"Zhang Lu, look here," Jiang Shan said next to Zhang Lu: "This photo is very similar to the sketch of the crew of "Nine Colored Deer". ”

"Well," Zhang Lu compared back and forth: "Even the colors are very similar." ”

Since that day, I remembered the promotional photos of "Qingping Le", and Jiang Shan had an idea.

"I'm going to publish several sets of comparison pictures in a row," Jiang Shan continued, looking at the photos in his hand:

"Next month, the song and dance drama of "Silk Road Flower Language" will be popular, just let "Nine Colored Deer" take advantage of their east wind."

"How do you know that "Silk Road Flower Language" can be popular?"

"I can guess it with my feet," Jiang Shan glanced at the other party: "With so many experts going together, it's hard to think about it!" ”

(End of chapter)