Majestic and gorgeous

"Scenery in the YinMo Zhai" | text: Hu Li

"Magnificent, gorgeous breeding"

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The moon is already in the middle of the night, and the morning light is shining. The seven o'clock sunlight, like the best first jasmine tea, golden, bright, clear, fragrant, flowed in the yin mo zhai.

The master of the Yin Mo Zhai, Zi Dan, leaned forward, squinted his eyes slightly, with a shallow smile on his face, and was talking intently with the pen and ink. He and them, like brothers, have a sharp heart.

I can't be indifferent. I'm in charge of ink research. I soaked a little water on the hard and slippery end of the stone, and chewed ink. The fragrant ink block, in the grinding of one after another, restored its original form. It twisted its dark and translucent body, weeping and chanting joyfully in the yantai.

Ink and Yan, love each other, rely on each other, live and die, no feelings. Like men and women in red dust.

It was like me and him.

In the chase between men and women, we are all winners. Obviously, we won each other. Even though I don't have a beautiful person, he doesn't have a Yushu Linfeng. But we must have a fit that is different from others.

We are silent. At this point, silence is the most appropriate. We have delivered tacit understanding to the heart. Only dust, in the light and shadow, danced slowly. Occasionally his pen, cruising in the brush of blue and white porcelain.

I tried to read, to see his inner confession. I stood quietly behind him, watching him, a brush, a painting, depicting a thick mountain, a flexible water, or a galloping horse, a gentle goat. He wielded ink and gave them life, vitality, warmth and love.

Zi Dan paints, in the mountains and in the water, the atmosphere is magnificent, and the beauty breeds. The center forward uses a pen, and is vigorous and strong. But at the same time, it is gentle and fresh, with calligraphy into the painting, smooth lines, stillness in motion, virtual reality, and attention to artistic conception. In "Taihang Spring Morning", green dyes new branches, several flowers and hairs, and a group of geese returning from the north fly over thousands of mountains and rivers to bring the message of spring. The majestic and undulating Taihang Mountain, in his layers of heavy ink and light ink rendering, people can't help but sigh: Jiangshan is indeed so delicate.

His paintings are full of interest and evocative reverie, just like his people. In Listening to the Waterfall, a lonely goat stands on a rock, tilting its head and erecting its horns, listening intently to the sound of the waterfall. On the edge of the cliff, a few branches of red are slanted just right, which makes people feel excited; in "Follow", under the vast blue sky, on the vast grassland, a male horse, with a long neck, a majestic wind, and a pioneering road. The female horse, on the other hand, held her head high, her veins full of emotion, and followed closely.

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Between the pen and ink, there is a strong humanistic atmosphere.

How much I admire Him at this moment. I looked up at him like I looked up at the lofty mountains and rivers he had written. Although such mountains and waters have heights that I can never reach, at least I can infinitely draw closer to their creator, he, Zi Dan.

He copes with the four seasons calmly and peacefully. Spring and summer, not sullen; autumn and winter, not fire. He always used his slender fingers, holding the thin pen shaft, and indulged in his Danqing Kingdom.

He submitted to Danqing. He spent his entire life devotingly serving Danqing, his king.

His footsteps, his figure, are spread over many scenic spots, mountains, rivers, and even deserts. The majestic five mountains of the creation of the gods, the rushing grandeur of the Yellow River of the Yangtze River, the vast and heroic grasslands outside saiwai, the purity and purity of the snowy plateau, and the magnificence and strangeness of Dunhuang's flying sky, the solemn compassion of the Leshan Giant Buddha, the long-term mystery of the ancient city of Phoenix, the quiet simplicity of Zhongshan's former residence, as well as the dai bamboo towers in Xishuangbanna, the primitive simplicity of the cave Miao village, the graceful and graceful shadow of Jiangnan Water Town, and the twilight drum morning bell in the depths of Baosha, all shook his heart and stimulated his desire to create. Step by step, he searched, savored, approached his dreams, his longings.

He is persistent and happy. Always take the love of painting as a profession, with the beauty as the company, refuse to stay away, never let go.

It was another early summer when lilacs were in full bloom. Whether it was early in the morning, or at noon, or dusk, the wind that never dissipated, along with the salty breath of the sea, came in through the half-hidden screens. He smiled brightly, and as always, measured the majesty of the mountains and rivers on the moon-white rice paper.

In the corner of the painting, on the pen holder of sandalwood, there are a variety of wolf, sheep, purple and mouse milli, thick and thin, swinging in the wind.

Beside him, there was a cappuccino. The delicate fragrance of coffee, swirling, gradually dissolves into time.

He was in this rich time, as happy as he was. He was like a muscular green vine, facing the sun, constantly climbing, emitting a faint light around him.

At this time, he is a landscape, a frame of painting.

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Pen name: Huri, for me the article is a revelation of a person's voice, can want to write the past, can write the future, but can not write you.

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