Behind the hillside yard is a dense field of reeds and shrubs, and above it, large trees are nested by birds. When I first moved in, I could see a variety of feathers, such as large mallards and pheasants, which made a loud sound when they rose into the air, and ribbon birds that were leisurely and wandered as if no one was around. Some speak during the day, while others sing at night. The neighbors renovated one after another, and marched up the hill, building plank roads, and cultivating vegetables. I've always been the same in my neighborhood – it's best to be in peace. Expanding into the mountains is certainly something I can't control, so I won't persuade it. Although I thought that the mountain scenery was so natural and pleasant, it should not be added with artificial axes and chisels. People think very differently from each other, so there is no need to communicate, and it is really humiliating to communicate. What you hope for is insignificant in the eyes of others; And the ideas and practices of others seem to me to be absurd. Everyone walks on the fork in the road, does not intersect with each other, but just walks on their own. I remember Du Shaoqing in "The History of Confucianism" said: "Okay, be at ease, just do your own thing." "It's the most heartwarming. This is especially true of things like writing and writing, and I think it is better to do it quietly and not communicate with others. There will always be people who publish some experiences in the newspapers, even if it is true, that is his experience, and it has nothing to do with me. I may not have experienced anything, or I may have experienced the opposite of it. A person is in words, and it is enough for a person to like it, so he writes all year round, whether it is good or not, although he does not communicate with others, he can still feel it; But fun is still the first thing, and it is possible to keep writing, and you have to write until you can't write anymore before you put it down, and sigh. Each writer has their own heyday, and the articles are written one after the other, and they can be published. There are real writers here, and there are also some people who are also in the prime of power, and what they write is mediocre, but their publication becomes inevitable. Speaking of which, publishing may not be good, and not publishing is necessarily bad, but the time has not yet come. Writing is to satisfy a person's little wish on the way to survival, with the help of writing to talk about Shen Cunxu, it is good to be able to publish, and it is good to be able to publish, and to cherish oneself if you can't publish, and taste your own small gains, or small losses. There was a decade in the 20th century when I kept writing and receiving rejections, and I thought about it caused a lot of trouble to the other side. I still wrote one by one, and I thought that the other party should accept my way of expressing it, and should choose one of them to publish, but no. There are so many differences in people's ideas - this perception was formed at that time. Among the scribes, I was amazed that the relationship between Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen would be so close. They have a lot in common, ranging from the mundane view of fame to the elegant aesthetic. Although the name of Yuan Zhen's poem is much smaller than Bai Juyi's, as long as the two poems "Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan is not a cloud", it will still tug at the heartstrings of many people. The two are mirror images of each other, singing each other, singing this and each other, for decades, the brotherly Yiyi will not be separated, unlike more scribes who start and end well, and laugh at future generations. At this point in spiritual life, silence is better than sound, tacit understanding. There are never so many scribes, and they are used to working alone, even if there is an elegant collection that can't be pushed away, they are still holding the mentality of socializing and dealing with it. Scribes often write about the inside, hoping to have a pair of discerning eyes to see the inside through the skin, and the two must have seen each other's inside, so that they could have been fused together for so many years without any suspicion. The speed of the times is getting faster and faster, and I don't think we have so much time to study the inner geometry of the people and things we are facing. Some of them pass by in a flash, and they don't want to have deep friendships and know deeply, and they are very content to see the appearance clearly. On the outside, it is a skin, an article, or a work of calligraphy. How perfunctory the language is, what is the meaning, these external acquisitions will not be too difficult. If you want to pursue the inner revelation, the symbolism, it will be hard. Only if the two of them want to become confidants, they must go to the depths of each other. If neither side has this intention and just passes by, then a glance at the back is enough. Everyone is guarding their stalls, like those who set up stalls in the streets and alleys, some of which are larger and sell more valuable items; Some stalls are too small, with only a small basket containing a few persimmons picked from their own trees. Each yelled and bargained. What they have in common is that the chengguan is coming, and they are running wild with their stalls. If the stall is there, it will be safe. Zhuangzi once talked about Shouling Yuzi going to Handan to learn toddlers, the new step was not learned, but the old step was lost - why do Handan people want to teach you the new step? I've always thought that this was the result of self-control, and I lost my mess. There are still many prescriptives in this world, and the part that is different from others is prescriptive, and this prescriptiveness is practiced in the world - pine is naturally straight, thorns are naturally curved, black is not ink, cranes are white without bathing, birds are perched on branches, beasts lie in caves, fish dive in the abyss, turtles drag their tails in the mud, not to mention the scribes with temperament. At the end of a calligraphy, I will fall on the lunar year, and then mark the book as "Huai'an". Some people think it's strange, because the government's regulations are clearly "Huai'an". I just smiled. The place where I lived, Emperor Wu of Liang came, and it was called Huai'an. Later, some good people thought that they should be in Huai'an. As a person, since I have a choice, I still use Huai'an, which has emotions attached to it, such as deep, soft, warm, caressing, and caressing. And the word Huai'an is eye-catching, it is an ocean. As an administrative word, it would be nice if it could be like the era name in ancient times, and the short-lived Hou Han Dynasty still made people touch human affection in the only two era names "Tianfu" and "Qianyou". Some words just smell of documents, the hardness of the office, which is used for business. Just like a piece of calligraphy, the signature is "Huai'an", which is really boring and emotionless. And "Huai'an", that is a deep and wide emotional world. A glance at a word like this will cause ripples to rise from the bottom of the heart, followed by a ripple of imagination. The mood is a very personal thing, there is it, there is not, there is no heavenly river. The world is roughly divided into two kinds of cooperation and solo work - there are many people who cooperate with each other, making a lot of noise, and the final result also appears in a huge form, such as a big project, a big book. I have participated in very few collaborations, and one of the collaborations I participated in was a project in calligraphy, painting, music, and dance. In art, people have different moods, they can write or not, and they don't speak, and the tone of writing is not a few miles. Such a book still came out, and I didn't even want to flip through it. Everyone may think it's done to complete the task, but the task is anti-emotional, and the task is a pile of miscellaneous pieces after it is put together - it's a lot like the friendship in the movie, once or twice once in a while, there is no way. When you do it alone, you are willing to do it, write it alone, and write quietly, there is really nothing to worry about. I can't wait for the process to be a little longer and the experience a little richer, and the ups and downs are enough to play for no reason. The American writer Carver believes that writing is a kind of discovery, evaluation, advancement, entering the unknown realm, and having a sense of mystery. This is the personal benefit of a writer, and there is no way for another collaborator to enjoy it. Although the scribes all thought that they were in line with the way of writing, following the norm, having a court, and being spiritually sentimental, in the final analysis, it was still better to disperse than to gather, and it became a norm for each to be good at it and to lead its own mysteries. In this way, each writer can let go and be willful. Just like when I signed "Huai'an", at the same time, Ding You, Wuxu, Jihai, Gengzi, Xin Chou, and Renyin of the Ganzhi era have fallen in successive years, and as soon as the Spring Festival arrives next year, I will appear in the "Gui Mao" year. The viewer said that they couldn't understand it, but I just smiled and felt that I should not bother to speak.
There is already a lot of rice paper at home, and I don't know how many years it will take me to write it all, along with all kinds of flower paper. It's just that I still have to go to Sibaotang from time to time to buy some back-the same color and thickness of paper, the difference is so big - this is my own feeling, in fact, the quality is quite good. Someone came to the house, and the gift was a knife of rice paper, I touched it, and I was silent, and I already knew in my heart that although he said a good brand, I wanted to make practice paper with okay. Of course, sometimes I am secretly happy when I stroke, which is really suitable for me. The example I gave shows that a person has such a different attitude towards a thin piece of rice paper, and it is judged by touch, how can it be said to others? A suitable piece of paper can make people full of interest, plan what to write - a person's desk process can be through the night, often because of the taste, physical unconditional obedience, can not stop. In many cases, I rely on pleasure to guide my actions - when the interest comes, I am not idle. The weeds in the yard were growing wildly in the midsummer heat, and that's when I received a lawn mower from a student. I used my hands-on skills as a mechanic to put the pile of parts together. Then there was the interest of trying, and I didn't wait for the evening because the midday sun was scorching. The machine made a sound, the blade spun brightly, swept unhindered, the weeds hit the ground, and they were happy, thinking that their personal temperament would not be suppressed. Huang Gu thought that Su Dongpo was not very willing to write to people, and he would even scold the person who asked for words. Minan Palace invited him to dinner, prepared good pen, ink, and paper, and put them on the side, Su Dongpo rose, and together with Minan Palace, drank and wrote until the paper was exhausted. Pleasure is the yeast of the scribe's life, and the materials taken from plants and animals such as paper and pen can make people happy and wonderful. Speaking of Su Dongpo, Minangong, and Huanggu, the relationship between the three is still very firm, and they are always happy at the beginning and happy at the end, but they have their own opinions in art and literature, not closer, but open, so that future generations can see the uniqueness and feelings from the poems, calligraphy and paintings on paper. In this respect, they are three hedgehogs that are far away.
The person who is quick and easy does not want to be overly helped, thinking that it is superfluous. Many years ago, I went to a county to collect style, and Cai Qijiao was no problem walking at that time, but his age was there, and the organizer insisted on sending a young woman to help him. Later, he felt that it was insufficient, so he sent another one to form a left and right flanking shape. Cai Shiren was very happy, looked left and right, kept talking, ignored the bumps under his feet, and fell and broke his knees. I watched and laughed—maybe it wouldn't have been the case for him to go on his own, because their independence had been undermined by them. Staying alone until I can't do anything and then asking for cooperation – that's my last limit on going it alone. Mia's "Morning Light" writes about a philosophy professor who is old, blind, slow-moving, and memory loss. It takes a lot of patience for his daughter to ask him to open the door outside, because it will take him a long time to open the door. When you reach such a state of existence, you don't have to force a person to do it alone—so many books are just decorations, and you can't afford to take one and read it; I used to love writing so much that a person could easily write a philosophical article or a philosophical work, but now it is difficult to even hold a pen tightly, and my fingers and wrists tremble disobediently. His daughter, Sandra, had to make her own decisions, letting her father's students come and pick up the books they needed. As time passed, the outcome of course got worse and worse, and it was inevitable to rely on others for help. There aren't many days in a lifetime where you can be truly independent – including, of course, spiritual independence. On many days, he still looks forward to it, and behaves like Youmeng, such as writing a bunch of routine words and saying some words against his heart, which does not flow out of his heart at all. Everyone can't escape the trivial daily life, and there are bound to deal with many people in food, clothing, housing and transportation. So I chose to live an artistic and cultural life, to become a little detachment and elegance embedded in ordinary life, and to see a little power in myself - there must always be a form to make people different and let myself breathe. If you need to give an example, it is Zhao Mengfu, on the one hand, he listens to the drums and responds to the officials in the sea of eunuchs, cooperates with the administration, and his mood is so contrary; On the other hand, he is the master of himself, and the tip of the pen is dyed with a few tears, which gives people a glimpse of his uninhibited look. If there was no latter, he would never be able to see who Zhao was. Many years have passed, and Zhao Mengfu, as an official group, has been blurred to see clearly, but Zhao Mengfu, as a personal pen, has become more and more vivid, and his poems, calligraphy and paintings have lifted him up, not covered by the smoke and dust of time. He came out of the government every time with a tired face; When he entered the study and brushed his pen and ink, he was happy again—the spirit was so polar that in the end, only one pole was reliable, and that was the pole where he did it alone. The art and cultural circle of every city is like ecology. There are seniors in every line. These seniors were a large group when they were young. If you don't talk about ideals, at least you can see that you consciously want to become a person who is both artistic and literary - that generation focuses on the old learning, and the kung fu in hand can keep up, so they are equal to each other, and no one knows who wins. Like any generation, there are innate differences in a group of people, with different backgrounds, different conditions, different upbringing, and different talents. People are very old, from high-spirited to old-fashioned, it seems that it is just a few storms. At the age of sixty or seventy, some people have become famous, while more of the companions have been eliminated. No one distinguishes rankings, it's time that it is, and it feels like it should be. That year, an old gentleman talked to me about his poems, and I thought it was wonderful, but I still thought it was inferior. How can this be judged as inferior? It is the judgment of time, and no one can reverse it. Time has manifested the way of heaven, and the way of heaven has in many cases abandoned people's emotional likes and dislikes, beyond the proportions that people can understand. A scribe is a maverick, freedom exists, and fame is far from it. The famous ones continue to be publicized, and the rest gradually become nameless and unwilling. Tsang once talked about the effect of luck - if there was a little help from an outside force, the effect would be much better. Zeng Guofan said two vernaculars, one is "The people you rely on will be famous", and the other is "Life is no matter how big or small, why not be lucky" - luck is closely related to people. His family is relying on Zeng's high position and superiority, and his younger brother Zeng Guohuang prides himself on being the first squire in Xiangxiang, taking over money and food, and fighting lawsuits. Although the scribe was much more literate, he still had to find nobles and help him become famous. Zeng Guofan said sympathetically: "If the husband asks for help, he will be discouraged, and he will give people the road of exclusion and contempt, and the gentleman who knows his fate is also good." "But there are not many gentlemen who know their fate, and more is the fact that they surrender and intervene and pray for profit, and Sven has become secondary. Don't ask for people and get it, it is called luck, just like Wang Shiboro is to Yu Youren, that is the luck of a cold person. Wang has been devoted to Zhangcao for decades, and his pen has an ancient taste. Calligraphy is tasteful, but the days are dull and disrenoying. Although he is good at astronomical calculations, he has been unable to pass through the outside for many years, and there is a feeling of non-application inside, so I am afraid that he can't calculate what his future will be. The arrival of luck began when Yu Youren saw his calligraphy, and Yu was amazed, thinking that "Zhang Zhi in the past, Suo Jing in the present, in the past three hundred years, the world is unparalleled", and Wang Shibo's predicament was solved. Yu Youren helped Wang Shibo clear his grievances, recommended and published books, widely extended his reputation, and made every effort to study and appreciate his collection of tablets, Yiyi was inseparable - this is really the best time in Wang Shibo's life. I've never been a lucky person, but when I hear people say that luck is vivid, I think it's amazing, and I still laugh. Jin Kemu once talked about his helplessness in studying: "I am like a fly burrowing on a glass window, and I can only touch it in the dark. "The glass windows are transparent, and you can clearly see the infinite scenery outside, which makes people want to go out and enjoy it. However, the glass was hard and cold, and there were no gaps, and the soft body could not get through. There are many barriers in life to face, some people turn back, and some people have to break through the strength - after all, they are doing what they like, although they have no fame, they are satisfied, and they are willing to do it. Is it Jin Kemu's luck, after he touched the dark, "unexpectedly, a hole appeared in the glass and flew out", and he was cheerful and elegant for a while. Many more were still blocked by the glass, and despite their best efforts, they couldn't make it out. Fortunately, they are all doing what they love and will not be disappointed. is not interested in art and literature, in addition to Changhuai, it is to eliminate the sun - this is what Ouyang Xiu said, he likes calligraphy, just to eliminate the sun, then, he will never give up. I know a clay man master, for decades is a clay man, from the beginning of the big Ah Fu, the craft has gradually become better and has a reputation, in his later years, he pinched more classical opera characters, the concubine was drunk, the water was full of Jinshan, Mu Guiying was in charge, the color was colorful, lifelike. Some people say that if you make purple clay pots in the early years, you don't know how much profit you will make. She said yes, yes, and then buried her head in the clay figurine, feeling that she was the most suitable to do this, and there was nothing else to do. What a person thinks and focuses on is also deeply entrenched, and as for how far it will end up is another matter. Life is less than 100, why worry about a thousand years old. I thought that I couldn't do anything in a hasty life, but I didn't expect to be close to art and literature, like a general, dispatching thousands of soldiers and horses, banners and golden drums, all under the command, or singing and advancing like a crossbow of a thousand jun, penetrating the leather in one fell swoop, or chanting and singing, such as ten thousand horses flickering, only hearing the sound outside the strings. The most important thing is that when spirituality comes, the pen can't stop, and the horse goes, so that a painting is full of twists and turns, and it is unexpected. At this time, it feels good.
Zhu Isaac was born in Quanzhou, Fujian Province in 1953. He is a famous calligrapher, calligraphy critic, and prose writer. He graduated from the Department of Chinese of Fujian Normal University in l981 and stayed in the school to engage in calligraphy creation, education and theoretical research. Professor and doctoral supervisor of the Academy of Fine Arts, Fujian Normal University. He is currently the deputy director of the Academic Committee of the Chinese Calligraphers Association, the director of the China Literature and Art Critics Association, the deputy director of the Calligraphy and Seal Carving Committee of the China Literature and Art Critics Association, the vice chairman of the Fujian Calligraphy Association, a member of the Chinese Writers Association, and the vice president of the Chinese Writers Painting and Calligraphy Academy. He used to be a judge of the National Calligraphy and Seal Carving Exhibition and a judge of the Chinese Calligraphy Pavilion Award. In 2009, he was named "Person of the Year in China's Book Circle", and in 2014, he was named the first batch of "Fujian Provincial Cultural Masters" by the Fujian Provincial Party Committee and Provincial Government. He has published hundreds of calligraphy papers, including calligraphy works such as "Zhu Isaac's Book of Tang Poems", "Appreciation of Famous Grass Works of the Past Dynasties", "Theory of Calligraphy Creation", "Theory of Aesthetic Expression of Calligraphy", "100 Sayings of Calligraphy", "100 Lectures on Calligraphy Masterpieces", "100 Lectures on Famous Posts of Chinese Xingcao", etc.; In the field of literature, he has published more than 3 million words of prose in literary journals, and published many essay collections such as "Classical Dreams", "Between Pitches", "Thinking on Paper", "News under the Wrist" and "Like the Wind Blows". "Classical Dreams" won the first Bingxin Prose Award, "Flowing Water" won the 16th National Hundred Flowers Literature Award - Prose Award, "Six Questions on the Inkstone" won the first prize of the 2014 National Prose Award, and "News from the Wrist" won the seventh place in the 2011 Chinese prose list. The essays have been selected into more than a hundred essay anthologies.