There was an encounter that was really inspiring
Written by Sun Shuheng.
Sometimes, inadvertently, memories go back to the way they used to be.
It's not deliberately remembered, it's touched by some kind of encounter.
Such as in the compilation of calligraphy and painting masters, when seen"Liu Fengqi", the shadow immediately flashed in the brain.
I've known each other for 30 years, and when I first came to the city, he opened the Tianjie Food City and later opened the Makino New Village Hotel.
Maybe it's my peers, and it's from the neighboring Qixian County, maybe it's his elegance, atmosphere and feelings, maybe it's his hometown accent and hometown cuisine, which makes me a frequent visitor there, and it's also looking for a kind of comfort.
I don't know when the restaurant changed its door, I often stood on the corner of the street and looked out, which made me stunned for a long time.
I always say that when I was young, I always lost a lot of people, although it also took a lot of time, wine and meat through the intestines, wading through the rushing time.
Looking back suddenly, I never thought about it, I didn't see it, how many people met, passed by, as long as I turned around, I saw it, I got into my heart, maybe I was destined to reunite.
Thirty years, what has happened in thirty years, he is now the chairman of a cultural media company, a calligrapher and painter, calligraphy, painting and printmaking, and copying ancient murals, everything is in the line, and he is the vice president of the Chifeng Chamber of Commerce.
His calligraphy works are free and easy brushwork, rigid and soft, and there is a sense of rhythmic artistic expression between the lines.
One painting after another, the cow is ruminating, the camel is preparing to travel far away, the monoliquistic language of the Ganoderma lucidum fairy, a person is contemplating, some simple distant looks, the characters of the ancient murals are telling, turning into a wall, and loneliness is burning. It was painted into an unpredictable vastness.
He is still so young, an entrepreneur in the midst of busyness, leisure, and sincerity. Pursue like that, never stop.
She also sent her own paintings, she is Li Yongtao, a senior editor of the newspaper, I am engaged in propaganda in the company, she is engaged in economics, and I have known her for 30 years, and we often meet, but I don't know that she is a painter.
There is also its own painting boat, in terms of fine brush painting, advocating realism, with characters landscapes, flowers and birds. Her works "Peacock", "Ten Miles of Lotus Fragrance", "Four Screens of Flowers and Birds" and "Fragrance of Lotus" and freehand works of flowers and birds "Qinglian", "Xiangfeng" and "Autumn Rhyme" are all rich and ingenious, delicate in expression, fresh and refined, as a full-time reporter, the daily work is very busy, but crazy about painting.
At the end of the interview together, she asked others to linger on the entertainment Li, and when she was serenading, she stepped on the familiar path, with the stars and moon on her head, conceiving lines and pictures, not easily touching the lonely splendid feelings, smearing the beauty in her heart with pen and ink, watching this night, holding not a paintbrush in her hand, but flowers, birds, insects and fish and a bright picture book.
Raise the brush high, walk through spring, summer, autumn and winter together, in this crowd, there is a dazzling existence in the gap of time, the broken time. The "uncrowned king" who writes news reports with a pen in one hand, and the "painter" who draws beautiful mountains and rivers with a pen in the other.
The people of Iraq are fading away", and the moon rose quietly.
It was the ink monk in the corner of the street who gave me a voice, ding dong ding dong.
He also sent me works, and I have been itching for the past two years, and I always see him at important events.
He didn't tell me his "title", he just said that he was an old member of the Popular Literature and Art Research Association, and the aura of all sizes did not let him get carried away and prove himself with his works.
The ink monk in pen and ink, the ink monk in Danqing, and the ink monk in human nature, knocked me, a person who prides himself on being a few labels, down and scratched my nose.
The unique seal script, ink law, chapter law, rhyme, gestures, there are gods, qi, bones, blood, flesh, tendons, written and written, as if seeing the moon of Li Si of the Qin Dynasty.
Taking the earth as a palette in his hand, painting chickens, bamboo, cranes, and hanging gourds is unique with his rich content expression, unique and exquisite brush and ink style, composition skills combining virtual and real, aesthetic pursuit of allegorical scenery and advocating artistic conception.
I always felt that the chicken was crowing, and I returned to the village at once, there was the smell of cooking smoke, the smell of childhood, the smell of mother, and the smell of grass in the air, which was more real than reality, I saw all the beautiful scenery, the power of the sun above my head, so that I did not dare to waste time, fortunately, I had a shallow hobby.
In those idle clouds and wild crane times, I have to straighten the back of an old man like a scavenger and ask for directions in the spring.
Author's profile: Sun Shuheng, pen name Hengxin Yongzai, a native of Naiman Banner in Inner Mongolia. He is a member of the China Financial Writers Association, a member of the Chinese Essayists Association, a member of the Inner Mongolia Writers Association, a member of the Inner Mongolia Poetry Society, a member of the Western Essayists Association, and a member of the Inner Mongolia Popular Literature and Art Research Association).