Mom said that in the 1990s, in our old house, three or five like-minded friends of Dad came home every week to talk about books and paintings. The environment is hard, but they are happy. My mother is busy with logistics. Every time someone shakes his head and sings a poem, his father sings very well. It was a mellow baritone, and one night outside Moscow was deeply involved, which was quite wonderful. Some of these friends will succeed in the future, and these years are unforgettable. Others regularly ask for calligraphy works every New Year, and my father enjoys it every time he comes.
Dad's hard work has been known since I was sensible. The study is the place where he stayed the longest. He told me that calligraphy needs solid basic skills, and anyone who is opportunistic can't learn the true meaning of calligraphy art. He was the first to learn from Mr. Sha Menghai and Mr. Shen, his favorite students, but when it comes to writing, especially when it comes to calligraphy art and modernity, the ancient masters are even more enthusiastic. Later, he gradually formed his own Wu style, and his father's words were elegant and bold, and he was called the master of pen use in Shanghai.
Dad's honest and frank nature is well known at home. In the face of injustice, he is outspoken and merciless. Although it is easy to offend people, it shows the character and conscience of an artist.
His success in career has not changed his indifferent character. In the hall at home, there are four words written by my father: indifferent and clear. This should be the realm he pursued all his life. His father devoted all his energy to calligraphy creation. He is content with being plain, does not covet fame and fortune, and concentrates on his studies. Anyone who is familiar with his father knows that his usual clothes are mainly casual, wearing a suit and tie or going to Japan to hold calligraphy exhibitions and academic exchanges. This is the only very handsome luxury package in his life. When I was young, my father taught me to recite Mao Zedong's poems. I sat on my father's shoulder and wrote poems. It's hard to know the day in Chixian by night, and the magic dance lasts for a hundred years. People don't get together for 500 million ... Wherever I go, as long as my father gives the order, the horn will start broadcasting. Until today, some poems are still catchy.
In 200 1 year, the lovely Yue Yue was born. When he became a grandfather, his father was very happy. He hoped he wouldn't spoil Yue Yue. One day, his father took Yue Yue to the Oriental Shopping Center to play. The child was naughty by nature, and his sister beat her angrily. As a result, his grandfather almost blushed and turned his voice to an octave higher to reprimand "How can you hit a child?" The feeling of coquetry is beyond words.
Dad, do you know that Yue Yue is a big boy now? She is a smart and beautiful person!
Filial piety comes first. Grandma has been in hospital for several years, and my father will go to Minhang Welfare Home almost every two days, rain or shine. Every time he arrives, he smiles with peace of mind. Every week we go to see grandma, hug her in the sun and chat with her. Until September 2004, one day, my father called me, "Jun, come quickly, my aunt is gone", and my voice was hoarse. Grandma loves us very much since she was a child. Sometimes she just sits in her room and looks at us happily because she has experienced difficult times. In my memory, grandma's character is tenacious, so that she broke away from death several times. Dad is such a person in his bones. He kept all his sufferings to himself, never giving his daughter any burden, but always giving them to him.
Three years after my grandmother died, I can deeply feel my father's devotion to calligraphy creation. In June, 2005, The Classic of Three Characters in Regular Script was published by Shanghai People's Fine Arts Publishing House. In 2006, 10 went to Beijing to attend the 8th National Congress of Cultural and Artistic Workers. June 5438 +20071early October, he participated in the "Shanghai Putin Calligraphy Exhibition", and his works were grandly praised by people from all walks of life in the capital. I really don't know that life is impermanent and I can't be jealous of talents. Fate will always attack us when we are unprepared. Dad still drives the crane to the west.
When I was a child, I didn't care much about this sentence, because in my life, I never thought I would lose my beloved relatives.
I wrote "No matter where you are, you will always live in your daughter's heart" after my father's photo. Memory is really cruel, a sharp knife. I feel a terrible pain at the thought that my father consciously held my hand and said to the nurse, "I want to protect my daughter."
I received a phone call from Uncle Lu this month, telling me that there is a calligraphy exhibition in the Convention and Exhibition Center. On weekends, I go with my mother. Not many people, but very quiet. In such a troubled world, it is a luxury to spend some time appreciating art. When I saw my father's works hanging quietly in the exhibition window, it said, "Dapeng is free in June, and cranes are tireless for thousands of years", I seemed to see my father in the study again. Although Wenda's calligraphy is good, he never slackens for a long time, and he is good at it. I smiled, but my eyes were wet.
Dad left, leaving nothing behind. For a long time, I talked about the six divisions in Karma Wheel and the issue of life and death: Prajna Paramita was written by my father for more than a hundred times, and suddenly there was a sad flash. Everyone will one day. After all, eternal life is just an idealistic concept, but I still firmly believe that he has gone to Elysium and everything is fine in a distant paradise.
With the help of Uncle Lu Yuzhu and Uncle Che Pengfei, and with the help of many friends of Dad, The Collection of Jane Hsien Wu's Calligraphy was published in June, 5438 +2007 10, five months after Dad's death, which deeply missed everyone.
Later, Uncle Che Pengfei wrote in "Upright and Upright-In Memory of the Great Calligrapher Mr. Qian Hsien Wu": "He is a great calligrapher in the true sense and a martyr of calligraphy art ... It is no exaggeration to say that he came to this world for calligraphy. Brother Jianxian's character and book style are extraordinary and intriguing. Uncle Dai Xiaojing wrote "Walking with Calligraphy —— Dedicated to Mr. Jane Hsien Wu, an unforgettable teacher friend": Mr. Jane loves calligraphy, and his academic road is a hard road forged by his painstaking efforts. And self-awareness, and calligraphy as a whole, accompanied by day and night, books in the heart, books in the book, wandering in the ink sea, dreams in it. His intelligence and wisdom are revealed between the lines, and everything in the world is unknown to him. In sharp contrast to his rough pride is his kind inner world. In the calligraphy circle and people who know him, his chivalrous heart of speaking up for the weak is well-known. During his serious illness, there were dozens of students every day, guarding day and night, and the teacher-student relationship was deep, which can be seen. " In the correspondence with Uncle Liu Yuzhu, "If life is short, it will be very fast! I want to struggle, be angry and learn from the ancients. Innovation is a matter of course. You can't fool around, and you don't have to rush for success. A drop of sweat is a harvest. False is not allowed. In these words, "Letter with Liu Yuzhu" has clearly expounded my father's life, but I can't write these words, because only like-minded friends can speak from the heart and make selfless contributions.
After my father left, my mother and sister and I sorted out my father's belongings together. There are many things in the drawer that my sister and I had when we were children. The first page of the copybook copied when I was five years old, the certificate of the first outstanding primary school student, the armband of the members of the Three Bars Brigade, the report card of primary school graduation, lovely baby photos, and many old photos that my mother can't find are all my father's collections.
I also found many precious yellowed photos. That's a photo of him soliciting contributions from all over China, giving lectures abroad and attending exhibitions. No matter whether it's ice or snow, hot summer or hot summer, his love for calligraphy is overwhelming, because of poverty and hardship, because of his unusual efforts and struggles, which made him successful.
A few years after my father left, my father's friends and students came to see my mother from time to time and sat at home. Thank you for spending the most difficult time in your life with us in different ways.
When my mother and I were walking outside, a cold wind rolled some dead leaves and landed at my mother's feet. My mother couldn't help saying softly, "I don't think your father has ever left us." He has always guarded us. " In fact, mom is the one who pays the most and gets the least. During my father's absence, I really can't see or even hear the word "father". Everyone with children can be called a father, but not everyone can be called a father. Because of the loss, I deeply understand that the word "dad" contains the infinite affection between father and daughter, how many daughters are infinitely attached to their fathers, and how many fathers are deeply concerned about their daughters.
We can't bear to touch anything of dad's. The study is decorated as usual. We just put his books in order these years. It seems that we can follow the track of his love of calligraphy and feel that he is still around us. Dad left his children few works, but he left us the truth of being a man and doing things. He wants us to be honest and kind people and be worthy of life.
I like this song "The Voice of the Dead"
Don't cry in front of my monument. I didn't sleep there.
I became a thousand wisps of breeze and rose to the vast sky.
I am the sunshine in autumn, shining on the harvest land.
I am snow in winter, as transparent as a diamond.
In the morning, I am a bird, flying quietly to wake you up.
At night, I am the twinkling star praying for you in the sky.
My father has been gone for five years, and my memory is still clear. There are many phone calls and hugs in my dreams.
Happiness and peace are the simplest wishes of parents all over the world. Hui Jun wrote it in dad's study.