I really like the title of Mr. Feng Zikai! Open the book, turn page by page, read slowly and think carefully. When I read the end of an article, I can't help but raise my mouth and feel a little cold in my heart. The old man's articles, like paintings, tell the story of life. Reading his articles is like chatting with an old friend about his short and interesting life, smiling and savoring the wisdom of life. This wisdom is actually the wisdom that we often ignore, that is, "Shu Ren doesn't know the daily necessities". The old gentleman is good at being a governor, knowing and then deciding, deciding and then calming down, calming down and then worrying about the world.
The first chapter human taste is pure joy
By recalling Mr. Li's face, "Face" triggered a discussion about the five senses, so the ears, nose, mouth and eyes appeared in turn, and * * * deduced a "face theory", which finally extended the old gentleman's attitude towards beauty and nature. Favorite paragraph: "Children are weaker and more intuitive than adults, so they see more anthropomorphic impressions and see the truth more easily." Artists learn from children's point of view. Artists want to see life in nature and find themselves in every grass and tree, so they should carry forward their compassion, popularize it in all nature and be sentimental in all nature. "
The train of "Cheshe" is like a flowing stage, bearing the changes of human feelings and thousands of world situations. There are emotional changes of self and the wanton life of others. Take turns to sing and rest on stage. After taking the train for the first time, I was strange to the world outside the box. I always like to find a window seat, focusing on the retrogression of the scenery outside the window, looking at the scenery in front of me and wandering in the retrogression time. Every time the train slows down and sees the distant fields calm and open-minded, there is always a feeling of yearning for nature. Slowly, the number of times I sit has increased. The road is still the same, and the scenery is still the same. But my heart was restless, and I began to complain about the slow train and ignore the wind and rain outside the window. I just want to hurry up, hurry up, hurry up. It seems that when I get off the train, my heart will fall and my bones will stretch. So I often hold a book in my hand, look at it from time to time, look at the time, it's still early, glance out of the window, and then turn my eyes back to the book. Over and over again, my mood is always unstable. Often a few hours later, a thin book has not been read half, leaving people around with an enterprising attitude. There are too many rides in the future, and the journey is getting farther and farther. For me, it was probably the time when I often traveled to Beijing and Inner Mongolia. How to grind out the resignation of the little wife after ten or twenty hours' drive. I often read books for a while, then look at the people around me, playing cards, drinking, bragging, coaxing children, occupying seats, quarreling ... So the trunk really became a small society, and I finally met the desire of peepers aboveboard. However, I have always regretted two things. First, I didn't learn to knit sweaters at that time, and I wasted a lot of precious time on this road. Second, why haven't there been any affairs, such as an affair, after such a long journey and ride? Even if it's just a friend who wants to have a good chat! But it turns out that life is cruel, and nine times out of ten romantic things are made up! Especially in my journey, on the ordinary train bound for the north, I saw many unscrupulous people who worked hard for their livelihood and were bored to death by a piece of cake and a bottle of white wine. Look at yourself again. I will always be like a unkempt little beggar. A cat can sit in the corner for more than ten hours without saying a word. As soon as I got off the bus, I felt the air in my mouth sour. How dare I make up my mind to have an affair? ! Speaking of which, I can't help but feel funny. However, only once, there was a young man sitting opposite. He doesn't remember what he said. It seems that I left my phone number after getting off the bus, but that's all. It seems that I just had a dream on the train. When the bus arrived at the station, the two men dispersed and didn't think much. Maybe a lot of things in the world are like this. It is true that character determines fate.
Chapter II Listening to the Beauty of Everything
Stir-fried popcorn, street popcorn "bang-"also reminds me of my childhood that round popcorn iron ball is like a strong and loving pregnant woman. After experiencing the high temperature of charcoal fire, it gave us a big bag of delicious Shirohana and popcorn, which were my favorite snacks when I was a child. It is delicious and natural. Whenever I look forward to the wonderful sound of popcorn at dusk, I prepare rice, corn and big bags and rush out of the courtyard to wait in line, which is no less than the children's desire for ice cream today. Although years have given it a reputation for excessive lead, it is still difficult to stop my yearning.
I actually missed a lot besides popcorn. Mulberries in the wild trees in spring, "black sun" and "lantern fruit" in the grass, fat grasshoppers in the fields in autumn, wild loaches in small mud ponds and lobsters dragged out of lobster holes all remind me of it. The fields and rivers that gave birth to these creatures were once sacred places where I opened my feet and rejoiced. No wonder in my heart, my longing for natural beauty is like an endless tree hole, long and far-reaching.
Later, when I grew up, I went to Yunnan and passed through Xinjiang and Inner Mongolia. Every time I go slow, I walk like a little beggar, with carrots in my left hand and tomatoes in my right. Every time, I talked and laughed with three or five friends, drinking wine and eating meat. Men and women lived in the same room and ate a piece of cake, shouting and singing together in the crowd. Look at the snowy mountains together, drive away the big mosquitoes in the room together, and look at the low starry sky together. I really don't know when I can have that mood and that scenery again.
Listen to the beauty of all things. Beauty is already one of all things to me, which is the echo of my touching nature.
Art life
Art life, the art of living? Life and art should be intertwined silently, right? Where should we deliberately distinguish? If we have to make life artistic, I'm afraid this "art" that varies from person to person will become a colorful ribbon that abducts life. The short film "Hakka" gives an extremely interesting description of the state that Hakka is kidnapped by vulgar rites and exhausted. Looking at it makes me feel tired, and thinking about it makes me feel the same. It seems that such examples can be seen everywhere around me, and I have to admire Mr. Feng's sensitivity and interest.
I remember going to the modern art exhibition with my friends, but I am half an artist and I don't know what the clouds are churning. I can't help sighing that I can't keep up with the times, so I slowed down and became a laggard!
The years are quiet, don't forget your initial heart.
This sentence is still listened to. I prefer to enjoy the quietness of the years to artistic life. Talking about one's own life and feelings is not as good as talking about one's own paintings as described in Feng Lao's Talking about one's own paintings. Suddenly, I understand that the simple artistic style in painting comes from Feng Lao's simple life and Do not forget your initiative mind's initial heart. This is the real artistic life! The old gentleman especially likes to write about children. He saw and learned a lot from children, lamented the innocence of children, and regretted the helplessness of growing up.
"Go all out when you cry, go all out when you laugh, and go all out in all competitions."
"I envy the innocence of this child's life and the vastness of this child's world. Or some people laugh at me for deliberately seeking absurd utopia from the fantasy world of untrained children, thinking that I can escape from reality, but I also laugh at them for surrendering to reality and forgetting human nature. "
The years are quiet, don't forget your initial heart. Initial heart-it should be the so-called childlike innocence!
It's not surprising that you don't spoil your life.
In the last chapter, I don't want to say much. Many feelings need to be experienced by themselves, and many feelings need to be warm by themselves. As the saying goes, "If you are humiliated, you are in big trouble." What is being humiliated and surprised? Pet is the top, shame is the bottom; If you are surprised, if you lose, you are surprised, if you feel humiliated. What does it mean to be in danger? I have a big patient because I have a body and I don't have a body. What is wrong with me? Therefore, you are the world, if you can send it to the world; Love is the world, if you can trust it. "
It's not an accident if you don't coquetry. So, pay attention to safety.