Listen to the tide in the king's winter
In the early winter of Chaozhou Kaiyuan Temple, the rising sun meets the four stone carved towers from different angles, reflecting a rich and solemn alternation of yin and yang. The ancient stone wall statues with vague remnants and the new stone twins of the repairs are integrated, telling the vicissitudes and heaviness of the past and present lives here.
Wandering under the two huge and majestic Bodhi trees, you will be shocked by a vigorous vitality. Dahong pointed to the tall Bodhi tree and said to me, "Do you see that there is a diamond entanglement on the trunk?""I suddenly remembered the merit monuments donated by the families of Li Ka-shing and other Chaoshang merchants in the corridorThe image of wealth and prosperity is the elegance that Kaiyuan Temple cannot hide.
Chaozhou Kaiyuan Temple.
Today, the ancient city of Chaozhou commemorates the glory of the generals and talents here with more than 100 tall arches lined up one after another. Under the shadow of the ancient city wall on the side of the Hanjiang River, measure the grandeur of Guangji Tower and Guangji Bridge, think of the Han Yu who controls crocodiles, builds water conservancy, promotes farming, redeems slaves and maids, and establishes education, and Han Yu who brings the fire of civilization to Chaozhou, and has to marvel at the power of culture. However, when we walked into the Chaozhou Museum, we had to sigh how the huge and empty Chaozhou Museum could carry the weight of more than 1,000 years of cultural contextIn the Chaozhou Museum, which is full of doors, those pretended imitations and simple ** descriptions are clearly telling travelers that today's Chaozhou people are so rich that they only care about money because they are too fast. Brother Lin Zhaoqin, a local Chaoshan man who led us, also visited the Chaozhou Museum for the first time, and it can be seen that he has seen the world all over the world, and he is both sad and helpless about the current situation of Chaozhou's cultural development.
The archway of the ancient city of Chaozhou.
In the afternoon, at the invitation of Mr. Zheng Zhenqiang, a senior art critic and painter of Chaozhou origin, we had a meeting at Yangshan Tower in the ancient city of Chaozhou. I wrote "Zhuang Huayue: Huai Jie Wishes Without Separation" before, because I referred to the content of Mr. Zheng Zhenqiang's article "The Artistic Lone Wanderer Who Integrates East and West: Zhuang Huayue and Zao Wou-ki". Coincidentally, Mr. Zheng Zhenqiang was still a student of Zhuang Huayue, and Mr. Cheng, who was over 80 years old, had the reserve and enthusiasm of an old-fashioned literati in his quiet face. The first time netizens met offline, there seemed to be an undercurrent that pulled us together. That kind of clean warmth is faintly visible, but it is indescribable, but it is a piece of respect and sincerity that lingers in my heart for a long time. During the short tea break, we watched a small work of Zhuang Huayue together, and the viewers all praised it: clean and powerful!
From left: Zheng Zhenqiang, Chu Xunhuan.
When I took a photo with Mr. Zheng and waved goodbye, I remembered Wu Dayu's farewell inscription on the commemorative book of student Zhuang Huayue: "Those who have the same pure vows have no parting." However, the ubiquitous parting in the world will still be sad because of the precious encounter. Because of the many separations, all things have affection, and they will never see each other again.
When we returned to Chaonan, we worked together to lay out 10 six-foot Xuan brushes and inks to wait, and Dahong continued to make big paintings. Don't look at Dahong's travels always seem to be careless, in fact, he has already collected what he saw during the day in his heart. At ten o'clock in the evening, after a heart-to-heart battle, the wealth and prosperity of Kaiyuan Temple and the spiritual light fairy spirit of Lingguang Temple have been integrated under Dahong's pen, and the paper is solemn and wild, and it is a grand view.
In Zhou Genchang's house, Dahong picked up the lantern and fought the night.
On the way back to the hotel after painting, Dahong glanced at me and said that the diary of more than 2,000 words that I had spent several hours this morning was accidentally lost again, and I would have to rest early and try to make up some shots when I got up early tomorrow to write the diary.
Seeking the tide and listening to the sound spread all over the world, and the night of the lantern war is another day. The great benefit of being in the company of such a ruthless man as Dahong is that his eagle-eyed eyes can always inadvertently ignite my ambition. We are like two lone wolves who have nowhere to talk and desolate, one from Qin and the other from Chu, recognizing each other's loneliness in the king's winter. In the not-too-distant future, we will also work together to overcome obstacles and break into that larger world.
Chu Xunhuan is in Chaoshan 20231118
4. The literati are thin grass in the real south
Wen Dahong
In dreams, after drinking, in the wind of passion, ......We rushed to Chaoshan Mansion together to see the birds flying in the wind on the coast, and the courage of freedom is the voice I still murmur. The birds that catch the sea are flying exquisitely on the sea. The sea in the southern winter makes me grow wide from my body. I am not alone in this trip, and I am no longer an innumerable plural. With Mr. Zhou here, his dialogue with "Little Chicken" is to make everyone let go of everything and gradually forget themselves in laughter.
Chaozhou Kaiyuan Temple.
When I came to Chaoshan Mansion, the mansion was under repair, and I walked into Kaiyuan Temple in a daze, and the spectacular wisps of the temple attracted the attention of good men and women. I don't know why every time I enter the temple, I always have something to refuse, and the more I refuse, the clearer some things will become, as if everything is coming for me, as if I am not here to worship the Buddha. When collecting information in the temple, I didn't know whether to pay homage to **, so I involuntarily bowed to the Daxiong Treasure Hall.
Sometimes, I am not like a painter, but more like a farmer, always thinking about planting something on the land in my heart, but the crops in my heart are gradually drifting away, and some of the things planted are not even able to distinguish what they are. The two huge Bodhi trees in Kaiyuan Temple, whether it is color or posture, I like it, they are such a posture that I can't put down. Everything presented in front of me is fresh, the stone tower, the stone lion, the remnant pine, and the cypress are all familiar scenes that I know. Since the beginning of this year, I have become more and more familiar with the temple, and even a little unfamiliar. I often feel the urge to shout out.
Walking around, I was still the same swarthy-looking teenager I used to be. Walking through the temple, I saw the ** King Kong guarded between the towering tall buildings, and countless fates of unknown origin, and watched the pilgrims being coerced and flowing here, and they will eventually be scattered in all corners of the big temple. A few of us are like spiritual monks, Xunhuan is a high-spirited teenager, copying scriptures behind closed doors, and ...... pastWalking through the temple and looking around, everyone's ant-like backs were like an abandoned child in the world, shuttling through the fireworks on the street, becoming a group of crazy people who were not crazy. The archway street is a good day at this moment, the water of the Han River caresses the day, and the wounds of the lifters who have been smashed by stones are secretly gathering into a garden in the moonlight, forming a scab, which can be smelled by a flower, and radiates the fragrant wishes of those promotions and ranks to us.
Photo in front of Guangji Building From left: Lin Zhaoqin, Dahong, Chu Xunhuan, Zhou Genchang.
Passing through Guangji Building, looking at the bridge on the Han River, there is no mountain on the river, the heart can fall into the water when it falls into the water, the quiet Han River water tells that the world is fate, not picky. After lunch, we went to visit Mr. Zheng Zhenqiang, an old fan of fun. Seeing the old gentleman, a righteous and lonely, maybe I am also a lone wolf in the northern wasteland, so I can appreciate the meaning of the wind and rain blowing through the age of eighty. The old gentleman's calmness is not hypocrisy, it is a kind of helplessness. The southern kingdom that values business and light literature is a tyrannical knife for Mr. Zheng, but even then he did not feel sad. The literati are thin grass in the real southern country, and the emaciated trees can only choose to stand in a strong wind, which must have a deep intention.
Take a photo in the ancient city of Chaozhou Yangshan Tower Front row from left: Dahong, Zheng Zhenqiang, Chu Xunhuan.
I always believe that the world is beautiful, and it will also show another side of life, just like the branches and leaves of a banyan tree, the leaves and roots on the branches, are the weight of life that a tree has to bear, but it is never more important than life itself. All along, I stubbornly believed that the past was never far away, but was locked away in a secret place.
Back in Shantou, Dahong fought at night at Zhou Genchang's house.
Back to Shantou,Writing and drawing are two keys that God has given me, one that makes my heart calm and full of hope, and the other that allows my heart to search for artistic creativity in the wilderness. I feel this feeling full of joy on a colorful day.
After winter, the cool breeze in the night is thorny, constantly peeling off the color of the trees, revealing the dull branches, and the fallen leaves are scattered and the shadows of the trees are mottled, just like the ink I painted all over the floor in the living room of Mr. Zhou's house to lay out a withered painting. Lush picture, the birds in the woods have gradually migrated, the big trees are still wrapped in empty branches for the nests, and I am growing up**.
Dahong is in the creation of Qiufeng Ridge.
5. My pen is the wilderness
Wen Dahong
The weather gradually got colder, which made waves in my calm heart, like a river bursting, scattering, branching out. Today, I went to Qiuling Lake to sketch, constantly infiltrating the scenery, beaches, and villages along the way, becoming a necessary element of overgrown weeds. I can't tell what these thoughts are, in short, the momentary feeling, the various forms of art are always inadvertently remembered, or dreamed, so that I have the will to create in the space that I monopolize on Qiuling Lake.
Tour the Qiufengling Reservoir.
It's winter in Lingnan, but the sun is still shining, warm and bright. Brother Lin Zhaoqin's village secretary friend called a boat to visit the Qiufengling Reservoir, and this feeling and my heart to find joy are recorded. I believe that I am still the bird in the flowers and plants under the big tree, a diligent forager, insects eating insects, grass seeds eating grass seeds, ......No matter how beautiful the scenery is, painting is still my main job.
Qiufengling Reservoir
Looking for the sacred realm of mountains and rivers, I can't deconstruct myself all the time, nor can I construct a new language, all the missing are inside, and the painting is next to myself again, driving in the missed place and missing the people, even if the new painting has become an old poem. In the time I missed, everything multiplied, as if on a mission. Just when I was desperate, in the afternoon, Brother Lin Zhaoqin invited a Zhou Yi Feng Shui master, looked at my paintings, and said casually:A person who can paint such a picture has a noble heart. I was encouraged, and we talked about ease of learning. Xi's irrelevance to me instead activated the suspicion of me, a latecomer. For some reason, at the last moment of the afternoon, my pen was born alone and completed a different self alone, although immature, but already had a new life. If the world is a colorful cage, then the wilderness of the mind is a salvation.
Art is that Satan induces people to separate from the past, innovating the good, the bad, the high, the low, the have-not, and the non-existent. Suffering, however, and emptiness, unite the fragility of man, growing into a mass that no one else has left behind in the darkness, as ifThe wilderness doesn't need to go to the wilderness, my pen is the wilderness.
Dahong created some ink paintings in Qiufengling.
The days of not seeing you are waiting to see yourself again, at least from this moment on, the temperature has dropped again, and I have to love this slightly cold night. Sitting across from me, Mr. Zhou gave me Thai snuff powder from time to time, and from time to time made me blow my nose and say that you should love the world.
Zhou Genchang blew Dahong's nose with Thai snuff powder, and Lin Zhaoqin was photographed in Qiufengling.
Time is rarely bright, and I refuse to enlighten the wisdom lightly, and my hands are scattered in the deep valley. Perhaps it is these claustrophobic forms that make them so precious to me, urging me to go to another place before I can lead to the spiritual world of the East. Like the weather at this moment, the leaves fell overnight, the camellia on the mountain began to dry with dew, and it was under the sunlight that those slight tremors allowed me to spend the rest of my life with art. I love the emptiness of the south, the emptiness of clutching. I leaned back in my chair, and the landscape in front of me was a great compassion mantra that was chanted, the heavens and the earth had talked about our language with the landscape, the river flowed, and the butterflies were still flying ......
Shantou on November 19, 2023.
Dahong, whose real name is Gao Hong, is a native of Shaanxi Province and now lives in Beijing, and is a freelance artist.