All along, in fact, I don't know what charm a woman who paints, let alone what art is. Or painting is a field of art, however, people who love Chinese characters unconsciously fall in love with calligraphy, and then gradually understand that women who know calligraphy like painting, but the similarities between them are so amazing.
Where did I read a sentence? "It feels like the Mohist Kajin family saw Zen flowers in their favorite dreams, and they always felt that working with their hands was kind and beautiful. Like words. For example, by hand. " Yes! For example, words, such as hand-drawn pictures, are really wonderful. Shallow and sparse words are saturated with the poet's feelings of thinking day and night, and the pictures laid out on the rice paper are saturated with the homesickness of generations of Chang 'an people.
I was still in college at that time! When I went to my friend's school to play, I accidentally saw a writing brush there. The moment I saw it, I thought I really liked it. Later, I met the girl who painted through the introduction of friends. In the slight chill, she is fragrant, brave and strong. She smiles as charming and bright as a cloud on the horizon. Not only her handwriting is beautiful, but also her painting achievements are so sighing. She is as beautiful as the breeze in August and as quiet as the moonlit night in Erhai Lake. Her smile is slightly magical, and the curtain of March has not been lifted. The fluttering beauty is the dancing stars in the dream. I watched quietly, but forgot what was engraved on the three stones of time.
The feelings in the world are so wonderful. People who have never met each other just need to say hello to each other and remember them silently. No matter whether they are beautiful women or blue confidants, they can walk through the years when they are so close to each other, although the fragrance of the years is wasted in different rings. Later, I asked her for a calligraphy and painting, and agreed to come back to Spring City to get it. After a long time, it has become a bond connecting two people's feelings.
In her city, she lives, pursues her dreams and is optimistic. Sometimes real people are dwarfed by me as a man. It doesn't take much to know someone or be deeply attracted. You just need to read every paragraph of her words and let your heart create a city with her again and again. It doesn't need to come from love, but like it can be just right.
I live in my city, dreaming, searching and thinking at night. I just hope I can't grow superhuman powers and know I'm an idiot like her. So what? Looking for my dream, I wandered back to the grass. It rained for a while, and several years passed in a hurry.
In May when I went to Zhouzhuang, I quietly looked at Zhouzhuang's bridge. Walking on the bluestone board in Zhouzhuang Lane, I occasionally met several girls with flower stands on their backs, looking at Zhouzhuang Bridge. The pen fell on the bridge and lived in her rice paper. I was so absorbed that I forgot the people next to me. People can't help thinking of Bian standing on the bridge. The scenery projected by digital images is dazzling and lacks charm, while the scenery depicted by pigments, rice paper and pen and ink is more charming and closer.
An ordinary piece of paper, a clever girl, invaded people's hearts so easily and refused to erase it. So every time I travel on my back, I will somehow or deliberately find a girl who paints. Walking in the ancient Huizhou village, wandering in the dark streets of Xidi Hongcun, sighing the beauty of the ancient village, was moved by the girl who silently turned the pen tip in the corner. Perhaps, this is a disease, so it is easy to move!
Poor thing! Slight chill, just right to make people's hearts calm and powerful!