It is said that Nanjing Museum is the largest comprehensive museum in my country after the Palace Museum. I agree very much. Because when I visited the "Nanbo", I felt that I had no idea where to start and where to enter.
This afternoon, the weather was so hot, there were so many people, the courtyard was so big, and the exhibition halls were one after another. To be honest, I have seen some museums, and most of them were about the glorious history and civilization of civilization. Remains, my eyes are tired after watching too much. Facing such a huge museum, I was only interested in two things at that time: the Pioneer Bookstore and Kun Opera. As a result, Kun Opera only reached the end. The actors turned around and ended just in time. Thank you for watching! Pioneer Bookstore has a lot of books. After buying the book, you even have to pay for a handbag to hold the book, which is five yuan each! Ha, forget it, let’s go around the museum’s exhibition halls.
There are so many good things. It’s not just talk, there are really good things. The art exhibition hall alone has many exquisite works of art, including Zheng Banqiao’s calligraphy and paintings, Yixing purple clay pots, Suzhou silk and embroidery, as well as Duan inkstones and arm rests used by celebrities. It’s overwhelming. But what really moved me was a small Suzhou embroidery fan.
Lean down and savor the food through the glass showcase. The fan is made of Suzhou embroidery made of ebony bones. On the left side of the fan is painted a bright peony branch. The flowers are blooming brightly and the leaves are as new as if they contain spring dew and are still receiving the spring breeze. The running script on the right side reads: You know that my lifelong hobbies are like nature, and no one will be seen anywhere in spring. , If you don't watch out for the fishes and geese, and the birds are frightened, you will be so afraid that the flowers will close in shame and tremble with sorrow. On the first day of April in Xinwei, Li Jing'an. The calligraphy is vivid and graceful, with a touch of Song Dynasty style. Between the stipples and paintings, the melancholy and beauty of a woman in a boudoir is revealed, as well as the palpitations and pathos.
It seems that the history and characters that have passed away for hundreds of years, the melancholy and tenderness are still present, and history has not gone far, and time is frozen in that specific night and boudoir. What a wonderful woman in her prime, what a sincere and frank ray of sorrow and thoughtfulness, all concentrated in such a small fan. Time solidifies history, art allows talents to express themselves, and throbbing allows true feelings to be expressed. Maybe it's a beautiful love legend, maybe it's a lifelong regretful token of love. I am grateful to the woman in this boudoir who sincerely wrote down her thoughts at that specific moment, so that we late guests from afar can still enjoy the fragrance and even see the beauty at a glance. From here to there, seeing things and thinking about people, I really want to look for the trace of fragrance to see the beautiful figures in the spring boudoir on the moonlit night.
It is such a sincere woman of the right age who borrows flowers to send messages and secretly expresses her worries, just wanting to send this small fan to her sweetheart. The flowers are written so exquisitely and expressively, and the words are so sincere. I don’t know whether her sweetheart received the fan she sent, but it has made me and us read enough a hundred years later. Everyone loves everyone, everyone has his own worries. . It is in this unintentional move that the woman's true feelings and straightforwardness, art and talent are fully revealed. It is true that there is no intention to do something good for the sake of it! Some people say, so elegant! Yes, that is elegance that comes from the depths of my heart. Some people say that it puts many self-proclaimed calligraphers and painters to shame. Yes, those so-called calligraphers and painters are just borrowing books to embolden their courage and paintings to make a living. They are just complaining about nothing. It has nothing to do with the nature of art. How do they know what "young people don't know the feeling of sorrow, so they forcefully talk about sorrow in order to compose new poems". It is even more impossible to know that art comes from life. Without the reality of life, the so-called art is just hooliganism.
I remember reading "The Peony Pavilion" for the first time, and I was deeply attracted by Du Liniang's image of a lady, especially a country boy who grew up in a remote and remote country. He had an infatuation and yearning for a lady from a scholarly family. There is a female classmate who sits at the same table as me in the class. She is pretty and her family background is among the best. She likes to exchange literature with me, and I got the first few famous books I read from her. Every time I return a book to her, I always tidy it up. She smiles slightly and thanks me. I like her a little, but I dare not say it. I can only have a secret love in my heart. I know I'm not the only one in the class who likes her. Once, in order to test her, I deliberately wrote her name together with the name of another classmate who liked her. As a result, that classmate found out and reported it to the teacher, who asked me to admit my mistake in front of the teacher. From then on, I never dared to mention this matter again. Decades later, we accidentally talked about this matter, but she smiled generously and said, why didn't you tell me earlier! My boss couldn't get married. One sentence resolved my years of embarrassment and uneasiness. To this day, I even think about what would have happened if I had expressed as boldly as Li Jing'an back then.
Unfortunately, history has no assumptions.