Think and make an image
Author: Wu Chuanjian
Photography: Northern Gui Images
Is it an image, or a special situation? Vultures intruded and slammed into them. The curtains lit up and the heart opened. At this moment, at this moment, several senses and acquisitions, there is a sound and boldness through the Forest Overling Valley, the River from ancient leisurely: still trustworthy, or the magic of the contract.
On a certain day of a certain year, Scythy Ho. Seeds, immortals, mortals, meet and fall in love, and there is a covenant at other times. They all signed and all pressed their seals. One is stored in the clouds, one is locked in the earth, and the other is carried into the arms.
The seeds spring, sprout, break the soil, and grow into camphor trees. Centuries are stacked, and the scenery is leisurely. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, cold and summer. The chatter avoided the lightning strike, the slacker survived the premature rays, and the flames dodged the mountain fire. Absorb the essence of heaven and earth, and read the vicissitudes of time. The annual ring turns, straight and straight. It's big enough to be inclusive, big enough to let a god fit in. The best time is approaching, and we are happy to go down the mountain. With an all-over fragrance, walk into a not-so-ornate but heart-warming shed.
A few degrees of reincarnation, it should be this life, the wish has been obtained.
Mortals grow into entertainers, artists who are good at carving. When The Camphor Xidu stepped in, the artist was already waiting reverently. Touch, hug. Boo, ask for warmth. A hot box, a box of tricks. Concentration, concentration. The carving knife is whispering, and the chisel is talking deeply. The chips are very accessible, free up some, free up some, just enough to let a fairy who is accustomed to wandering in the clouds settle down. Day after day, one immortal after another invited in. Sit up and sit upright. Immortal Haha: This is very good, cultivate again, have enough skills, so that you can travel around Yuyu with all sentient beings, enjoy the fun, and enjoy the beauty.
Mortals have grown into cultural people, and they are also literate people who are familiar with photography. On this day, the arrival of this cultural person is not a chance encounter, but an appointment. The tea will be drunk later, and the words will be left to the back of the road. Click, click, camera flicker. Inside the lens, the heart is communicating, the emotion is blending, and the boundary is changing. Off-camera, feet are moving slightly, hands are modeling, and eyes are coloring. Highs, lows, left and right. Punctuality off-point, light-point dark-spot. Frame by frame. One curtain, one realm. The situation changes at will, and the meaning moves. Freeze frame, freeze frame again. Spread, spread again. Let the immortals incarnate, walk out of the temple, walk into the paper media, into the mobile phone, into the film and television, into thousands of households, into the harmony vision: let go of the burden, and have a getaway with the immortals.
"The regular circle is to fix the ring and create an image by thinking about it." After the phrase "statue- and statue-making" popped out of Cao Zhi's "Treasure Sword Endowment" of the Three Kingdoms, the "statue-making" thing became more and more frequent and continuous. And the superior "statue" is not a sculpture, not a sculpture, not an imitation, not a copy, but a beautiful portrayal of the gods, vivid and vivid, in the form of a god, both in the form of god. Just like the artist next to him, just like the cultural person in front of him.
Shi Jiayun: Statue-making and scripture-writing, temple-building, pagoda-building, and so on have all kinds of merits.
Merit nourishes the body, merit benefits people, merit saves the world.
A trip to the statue, a ride to the wind and rain.
One statue, one faithful.
One statue, one eternal.
postscript:
In late autumn, he went to Rongcheng's daughter's house to temporarily live and help with housework. In the morning, I went to the South Lake Vegetable Market to buy vegetables, met a carving workshop on the road, stopped to watch because of interest, handed over cigarettes and chatted with the master craftsman, and became familiar with the two exchanges, and took this group of "Statues" after obtaining consent.
Craftsman Ye father and son, Luoyuan people, inheritors of intangible cultural heritage in Fujian Province. Father Ye Shenghua, the year of ancient rarity, ziye zideng, son inherits the father's business, with the attitude of a craftsman to carve life...
Some people always ask, if the skill will eventually be annihilated in history, then what is the purpose of the craftsman's hard work?
God knows, will the craft be lost?
God knows, what's the point of sticking to your craft?
In addition to the craftsmen and skills, the record is also a kind of inheritance.
God knows, will the record be seen? But fortunately, there are still people recording, pursuing, is this not also a craftsman spirit?
Just as they pass on what they love, we focus on what we believe.
The Creator and the Creature look at each other, grow with each other...
Here, I would like to thank Teacher Wu Chuanjian for writing an article for the "Statue" group photo.
Editor: Yan Jingping,"White Wave Love"