Book Review: Walk through the four seasons with the flowers

□ Yang Xiangqun

Qiu Fang compiled her recent paintings of flowers, books, and jixing into a hardcover beautiful book, "Flowers Have Letters, Waiting for the Wind to Come", which reminded me of the famous words of unknown people: "Like a shy and shy flower god, the earth is depicted in colorful colors." ”

"Flowers have letters, waiting for the wind to come" (Guangdong Education Publishing House, May 2021 edition)

The author once made such a confession about his original intention of writing and painting: "Count her flowers for spring, and don't let the ten flowers bloom lonely to the end." Not only in the spring, she watched over the twenty-four solar terms, wrote them down and drew them, and shared them with the familiar strangers who had traveled through the years.

If spring is fresh and vibrant in her words and brushes, then summer is colorful. "The saying that the flowers and words are not very true in Lingnan, the words of the tree are only spring flowers, and the summer flowers are still brilliant." Such as phoenix wood, large-leaf purple weed, lotus, its flourishing, never lose the spring wind peach plum. Under the dachshund tree after the rainstorm, she would think: "The inflorescence is still hanging steadily on the tree, like a string of wind chimes, shaking its head and singing in the wind; and like countless butterflies gathering, shining golden in the sun, fresh and playful." The flowers contrasted strongly with the sausage-like pods hanging down at the same time. I think of an inappropriate metaphor: 'Beauty and the Beast.' Or 'Weaver Girl and Cowherd', a fairy fluttering, a sad wooden ne. She not only drew flowers and leaves that jumped in light and shadow, but also did a famous examination.

The sound of autumn leaves reminds her of the days when she and her daughter traveled to Walden Lake, and reminded her of "New England Autumn": Vermont in the rain, a log cabin away from the hustle and bustle, a half-day at Yale, a visit to Waynes College, a way to the ducklings, a "hell" on Bakken Street, the most beautiful private museum in the world... In the end, it is with my daughter, full of love, full of beauty, full of paper romantic warmth, touchable. Written in the Mid-Autumn Festival, "Flowers in the Wild" records the peach blossoms, rice bag grasses, green leaves, and lantern grass in the mountains of my hometown, and the history is like a number of family treasures; the reading notes "When I explore the wildflowers and find that they are all there, I am at ease", plain and affectionate.

The winter in Qiu Fang's eyes is also beautiful and warm, because this season has her birthday. First look at the "Covenant of the Beauty Tree" written by her: "This hundred or so beautiful exotic kapok trees, in my opinion, are actually more than two flower colors. As far as the eye can see, there are pink, pink, light yellow and white, and white, with pink and pink. Only here can you see so many colors of beautiful exotic kapok intertwined. The white flowers of the tree are not snow, but like snow. The snow is blowing, the snow is falling in the north, and the snow is blooming in the south. "In addition to the beautiful xeno-kapok, the splendid red flower sheepshoe nails on campus are not to mention more. One year, her partner and girlfriend Yudin Ding picked a flower from her side and gave it to her as a birthday present, right on this beautiful campus. Look at her "Ten Roses, Illuminating a Night in Munich": "A man at the same table sat with a rose, and he thought, Ha, they are going to send representatives to perform the flower offering with the plastic flowers on the table!" I took the flower very cooperatively, looked at it, and exclaimed, 'Ah, it's a real rose!' Before he could finish speaking, a man at another table came over with a rose. Of course, it's true! Before he could look back, the third man stood up with a rose. Then there's fourth, fifth, sixth... The tenth, each with a rose in his hand, came over and offered the flowers. "As beautiful as a movie breakup.

The jixing in the book is also fascinating, such as a book in the Lion City in summer, a small bookstore in Milan and Geneva, the Yunnan-Vietnam Railway in Mengzi, the "Plateau Sea" in Yuanyang, etc., each showing a style, a story, and a style in her pen.

In her twenty-four flower trade winds, folklore related to solar terms runs through them with sound and color. She writes about mochi and sumu gray dumplings, which is something that foodies like me especially like. The person who wrote it told it, and the person who watched it was addicted, "wait for the rice sticky rice to be slightly cool, take a bite, sticky, sweet, with the rich aroma of wormwood", tempting to salivate. She continued: "The gray water dumplings wrapped by the mother do not have mung bean pork or bean paste, lotus paste and other fillings, but there is a small wooden stick in it, and this wooden stick is called Su Mu. After cooking, due to the action of grass and wood ash, the brown flesh becomes yellow and crystal clear; the su mu will ooze red liquid, dyeing the heart of the rice dumplings red, which is beautiful. "Isn't it alive?"

Qiu Fang has made the usual four seasons poetic, we can all do it, right? Reading her slowly contained rhythmic words, trying to figure out the angle of observing flowers and plants from her hand paintings, you may open your mind and realize that you also have a pair of eyes that find beauty and can give back to life in a way that is emotional and interesting.