I think of Jiangnan Jun homesickness
Author:Jian Wei (Senior Jade Connoisseur, Yunnan Ruili)
Tears goodbye Gu Su, it has been more than a hundred days, when the midnight dream returns, the sound and shadow of the paddle lights on Pingjiang Road are still haunting the corners of the eyes. In the winter of Southern Hunan in the midst of the epidemic in 20020, the heart is far away but it is difficult to walk, and then taste Yang Xi's teacher Feng Shen Junxiu's "Autumn Language Jiangnan", which adds a little bit of homesickness.
The first time I met Gu Su, it was five years ago in the Yangchun season, a "barbaric" little girl who walked the frontier all year round, set foot in jiangnan with apricot blossoms and smoke and rain for the first time, imagining the "land of first- and second-class wealth and wealth in the red dust" described in "Dream of the Red Chamber", which is really in awe. At the Suzhou Arts and Crafts Museum, I met "Autumn Language Jiangnan", which is like the top quality of the mutton fat jade and the posture of the world, so that people only dare to look at it from a distance, and dare not have the idea of being close.
But the pink wall of Gusu City, Dewa, the small bridge and the flowing water, but the tender style, not high cold, such as this Hetian Meiyu, is not awe-inspiring white, but the texture of pink glutinous, the tentacles are warm. The most unforgettable visit to Tiger Hill in the rain, a tree of ginkgo biloba is full of greenery, and the leaves flutter in the breeze, just like the light and spiritual posture of this hollow carving, so that the travelers from afar are intoxicated to forget the worries of running.
Remember, there will be an echo, three years ago in the early autumn, by chance, Jian Wei was fortunate to move to Suzhou to work, this joy, can be used in yue opera singing lyrics "the heart is like a lamp and blossoms, the future of happiness is infinitely beautiful" to sing and dance. Since then, not only the beautiful scenery depicted in the works has been in front of me day by day, but even the Hetian Yu course taught by Teacher Yang Xi himself has also had the privilege of listening to it and benefited a lot. However, the exquisite "Autumn Language Jiangnan" crossed the ocean in the Mid-Autumn Festival, rooted in Britain, and it was difficult to see each other again.
It is said that getting along with the people who love each other is like not seeing three autumns apart, and with the city of love, three autumns are also like a day. Eat the green group has red ling, warm sugar porridge after mung bean soup, stunning the maple of Tianping Mountain, and gently sniffing the plum of the fragrant snow sea, how many times has the light boat heard the little tune of the boat lady? How many times has there been a laughing dusk on that arched bridge? Although "Autumn Language Jiangnan" is not in Jiangnan, Wu Nong speaks softly, as gentle as Hetian Baiyu.
Some people say that Teacher Yang Xi's works are lonely and arrogant, and there is no fireworks. I think he must not understand Suzhou, nor will he understand Teacher Yang Xi. Push open the door of the silhouette pavilion, isn't it a steaming human world? How can a city that does not know friends deserve to be loved for a long time? The charm of Gu Su is not only in the garden, but also in the market of porridge and rice.
Who told me that "Qingming snails are like geese"?
Who gave me the sweet and bitter snail spring?
Who sent me loquats in May, bayberry in June, and lotus seeds in July?
Who boiled the chicken head rice soup in August?
Who peeled me September's sweet chestnuts?
Who steamed hairy crab for me in October?
Who warms my cold stomach with a library of mutton in November?
Who invited me to drink osmanthus winter wine in December?
Piece by piece, I want to warm my heart, I said tears, I thought that I had a lifelong relationship with Gusu City, I thought that I could live in this small bridge and flowing water, but I didn't expect a sudden change, I had to say goodbye to those amiable and respectable division commanders and friends, and returned to the south of Caiyun, and from then on Jiangnan could only be seen in dreams.
Although I believe that every step of life has the beauty of God, just like "Autumn Language Jiangnan", which has been collected by the British Museum and displayed in the "Chinese Jade Museum", it has become a bridge between Contemporary Chinese jade carving and the world, and my situation has changed, perhaps carrying a predetermined mission in the dark. However, no matter where you are, a wisp of nostalgia is always unforgettable. I think of Jiangnan Jun's homesickness, when can I return to my heart?
(Early Spring 2020 in Southern Hunan)
Lin Nan Reviews:
Jian Wei used delicate brushstrokes and aesthetic language to describe his true feelings about Jiangnan and his works. Although the article is short, it has ups and downs, and it has been repeated many times in spring, summer, autumn and winter, so that the work reproduces the Jiangnan repeated chanting. When I first came to Suzhou, my works were exhibited in awards and encountered works; when I left Jiangnan, I missed Jiangnan and my works; when I came to Jiangnan again, my works crossed the ocean; I left Jiangnan again, and seemed to be in the same place as my works. This feeling of chance and coincidence, meeting, getting along with and parting, interspersed with the elements of the work, weaves an untouchable web. She concluded: "However, no matter where you are, a wisp of nostalgia is always unforgettable." I think of Jiangnan Jun's homesickness, when can I return to my heart? This concise and accurate expression is a high degree of condensation of emotions, but it is touching and tear-inducing to read. The author thinks of both Jiangnan and works, a pun, the work and Jiangnan are merged into one, the work is Jiangnan; at the same time, the work is also missing her hometown, and seems to be thinking of the people who understand her hometown, using anthropomorphic techniques, comparing the work to Jun, which not only contains a gentleman Bede Yuyu, but also gives life to the work, and the work and the author are jointly perfected.