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My girlfriend gave me a beauty fan

Song Yan

Girlfriend Tao is a small and famous beautiful woman in her hometown, and her hand strokes are particularly good. Last summer, Tao once said: "You like silk so much, or should I draw a beauty fan and give it to you?" At that time, only Dao Tao was just talking, I didn't want to, tonight Tao really came to my house with a big jin box, opened it, and saw that it was a cluster of bright moon fans. Winter night when the deceased came, it was already warm, not to mention that Tao also brought her own painted beauty fan, for a time, only to feel that those Wei and Jin winds, Tang style, Song Yun, and beauty sighed through thousands of years of time, facing me, serving a living color and incense.

Beauty fans, also known as palace fans or tuan fans, are mostly made of silk or cloud brocade, which were carried by women in ancient times between spring and summer. I remember when I was a child, whenever I watched "Liaozhai" or other costume films, the most eye-catching thing was the tuan fan that the delicate lady held lightly in her hand. One in the hand, one smile, one swaying, and when I look back, I am a little more shy and feminine. Beauty fans, also really like carmine pink, dotted with the Shaohua youth of beauties of all dynasties.

It's just that in my heart, the fan is scattered, coupled with the fact that life is easy to grow old, the years will always quietly wither the beauty in the depths of the wind and dust, which makes the gorgeous and graceful beauty fan a little more desolate.

"Whose country, the horseshoe sound frenzy?" Come to think of it, in the midst of chaos, there are always some unique and independent beauties. For example, Huan Sha Xizi, the Sable Cicada under the Moon, and the Ban Jieyu who sang "Complaint Song Line" all the way from the Great Han Deep Palace. "The new system is as clean as frost and snow." Tailored to acacia fans, the reunion is like a bright moon. In and out of the sleeves of the king's arms, shake the breeze hair. Often afraid of the autumn solstice, cool breeze to seize the heat. In the midst of abandonment, grace is in the end. "It is said that the country and mountains are picturesque, in fact, why is the splendid rivers and mountains not like this acacia fan that is as bright as frost and snow?" Want to come to Ban Jieyu's famous "Song Line" for thousands of years, what is the emotion of more than just the ups and downs of his own life?

Beauty fan, tossing out of the vicissitudes of history, and then into the books of talented women, but added a little bit of delicacy and spirituality. Think of that ancient time, a woman as white as jade once held a fan in her hand and half-covered her face, stared at the independent window, and then asked in a low voice: "Stranger who is young, full of wind, concubines intend to marry and rest for a lifetime." "It can really be said that the breath is like a blue, the breath is like a gossamer, and in just a blink of an eye, it has become a piece of sadness in the carved beam painting building."

Think of the cold night dimlight, cold rain lingering, only a dancing teenager, long independent to the middle of the night, young lock eyebrows, turn around, look back lightly, come, but ended up with this sentence: "If life is only like the first sight, what autumn wind sad painting fan." So the man named Nalan Rongruo finally left himself in the original time... In this way, a beauty fan is like a cloud brocade in memory, stretching out in the bottom of my heart, and then flying over thousands of rivers and mountains, condensing into this one in my hand, the beauty fan drawn by Tao himself, in the end, it is not tired of looking at each other.

Tao and I are classmates from elementary school to middle school. When I was a child, she loved to draw, I loved to compose, and her careful paintings often left me with naughty graffiti. And then we laughed together haha... From childhood to adolescence, from adolescence to adulthood... Who would have thought that just by looking back, Tao would grow into the most prestigious painter in his hometown. Tao said that she loves to paint, and painting is her heart language and her soul.

Quietly, the beauty fan drawn by Tao himself was held in his hand, and a few floating lotuses were on the white silk. Plain and bright, but soft and elegant, just a gentle shake, you feel that the lotus has bloomed lightly, like a fairy scattered flowers, dark incense gushing. I think that this lotus flower may have just floated down from the altar where the Buddha preached, just floated down from Zhou Dunyi's desk, and just floated out of Tao's clean mirror-like heart... It was the flowers that bloomed in front of the court, the clouds that rolled in the sky.

Tao is a beautiful woman with bright eyes and bright teeth and green sideburns like clouds. When you want to come to Tao to paint, it must be a white plain skirt, lightly pulling wide sleeves, a plain silver hairpin spontaneously interspersed, and then close the door and window, sit quietly alone, and melt your own feelings into colorful pen and ink on the green stone. The brush stroke on the silk is like coming from the ancient past, and then running away from the future lightly, this time and then, the light spirit is like silk, and then the breath of the painter is breathed, through the nose breathing body, the eyes look at the nose, the nose looks at the heart, and the concentration of calm breath, the ink seems to have life, and such a life has opened into this lotus flower through the pen and ink.

Really, who can say that our lives are not enough to turn into all these lotuses?

It is said that the beauty of the world is long-term, and they want to wear it, but in fact, it is just a fate. What kind of painting the painter has depends on the painter himself, but where in the world such a painter comes from is because of all the favorable times and places. He is related to the birth, background, experience, emotions, preferences or every plant and tree missed in life, every friend he has met... And all of this has to meet. Just as at this time, if there is no such encounter, what kind of painter would Tao be, and what kind of painting will be painted today? If Tao and I had never met, would Tao still be today's Tao, and where should today's beauty fan go?

The earthly world is really like a net, and it is really difficult to say whose encounters have been contaminated. Gathering and scattering is also impermanent, and beauty will eventually return to twilight. The only thing we can do is to regret it!

Outside the window, the early snow in the middle of winter, inside the house, the night talk around the stove. Tomorrow should be a sunny day, Tao and I looked at each other and smiled, for a moment, I just felt as if a white flower bloomed in my heart...

(Author Affilications:Chongqing Electric Power Industry Association)

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