These words must be read peacefully in combination with Feng Zikai's original paintings to truly understand his situation at that time. These thousands of years are full of ups and downs, ups and downs, joys and sorrows, things are different, and the context is endless. Faced with this long and forgotten space-time dimension with a faint taste of life, people who know more than three or five hundred words are secretly branded with pessimism.
If you don't win, worry about failure first; If you don't show your joy, think about the sadness of leaving you first; Dare not fall in love, be disappointed first. If we only pay attention to this cold writing, we will feel lonely after joy, desolate after joy, and the lonely shadow after laughter and laughter, washed as clear as glass and unable to stand a touch.
Gather, disperse, disperse, gather and break people. But this painting: "the dense and concise brushwork outlines the scenery in front of the porch." The corridor is covered with rolled bamboo curtains, and there is a wooden table and tea set under the corridor. The picture is big and blank, and a shallow moon bud hangs high. The inscription is: "after people leave, a crescent moon is like water." "
-"Past Middle School" The new moon is lifted off, friends are scattered, the night is as cool as water, the teacup is like chess, and the heart is as calm as a mirror. The curtain rolls late and the moon is empty; The pot is full of fragrance and the bamboo chair is empty; Fireflies go out, frogs croak vaguely, music is gone, and my heart is empty ... If this song is "empty", then it is empty ... Whether it is together or scattered, it is relatively good, and heaven remains our neighbourhood? It's a pleasure to meet you tonight, and the Ming Dynasty embraced the piano and the moon.
Please combine the comic title "After people leave, a crescent moon is like water" to give full play to your imagination. As of today, after people leave, the night is as cold as water. Please take good care of your clothes. Looking through the collections of the older generation of literati these days, I feel a feeling of looking through old photos. That year, the war was raging, or the lights were dim, and Hu Qin was speechless. However, when I wrote it, it was the precipitation of years. People who know it are also a sigh. For example, Zhou Zuoren wrote about food, Yu Dafu talked about autumn, and Wang Zengqi talked about drama. They were always gentle and dull, and occasionally agitated, but they were quickly covered by the heavy background color of the language of peace. It seems that this is the rhythm of their time. Or maybe poetry is their treasure when they are young, and literature is their ramble when they are old. When the mood changes, the world is different. Listening to the rain in the room, the stars are already on the temples. I can't help being verbose. When you come to Feng Zikai, people have to say this more: nagging. It's really nagging I don't think anyone has ever described how a person eats melon seeds in thousands of words like him. Every movement is decomposed in detail, and the difference between ordinary people and young women eating melon seeds is gradually analyzed. It's like a documentary about melon seeds. You can also imagine him sitting in front of you. Tell you: China has three unknown national quintessence, one is to use chopsticks, the other is to blow coal paper, and the third is to eat melon seeds. Seeing this, it is inevitable to laugh, but this is also the loveliness of the old man. In order to say, "The Twenty-four Bridges are still there, and Leng Yue is silent", the next day I took my students all the way to Yangzhou to look for the Twenty-four Bridges on the Slender West Lake. Although, after all, it's just one on the gully river. It's hard to find I first met Feng Zikai because he was a disciple of Uncle Tong. Later, Mr. Tong became a master, and the two of them had an indissoluble bond with Buddhism all their lives. The name of this collection is also called "Buddha without Spirit". Mr. Feng Zikai loves poetry and believes in Zen, but he is not pedantic. It is also a pleasure to listen to him denounce those who eat Buddhist meals: "I will never believe in Buddhism for happiness." If you eat a small loss, you will blame others and lament that "Buddha is heartless". It is really "Amitabha, culpable of punishment"! It is said that when Mr. Feng Zikai later converted to Buddhism, Master Hongyi named him "Baby Walking". During the Cultural Revolution, Feng Zikai was tortured, but he still insisted on painting to pay the teacher's entrustment, and eventually he became a nurse. This mage's doll really has a kind of Lu tolerance and such a childlike innocence. Let's talk about this collection of teacher Feng and talk about dreams. Trivial, indifferent, gentle, pieced together is an old man's idle window years. However, when he is free, he can see a character and a childlike innocence. After a long time, we can still imagine a lovely old man, walking or singing, happy or angry, laughing at the past under his "destiny hall" Actually, I prefer Feng Zikai to prose.
3. A crescent moon composition 700 words Who helped me write a crescent moon rose, like a jade wheel silver plate just out of the water, free from dust, hanging high in the dark blue sky, shining with silver luster. The crescent moon is curved like a girl's smiling mouth, sweet and beautiful. The night sky is starry, and the moon is like a fishing boat, as if sailing in a wide silver river, which brings me infinite feelings.
I swim in the sky in a boat. I saw Chang 'e sighing helplessly in Guanghan Palace and regretting stealing the fairy medicine from the Queen Mother. The sigh made me feel sorry for the goddess Chang 'e. I flew to her voice to comfort her: "Don't worry, the Queen Mother will forgive you. You can definitely visit your husband Hou Yi again. Isn't it good to have a jade rabbit in this Guanghan Palace? " The first time Chang 'e was told so many words, she was so excited that she shed tears of regret. Her tears turned into stars in the sky.
I rowed forward again. I saw Weaver working day and night to knit clothes for her children and husband. She is looking forward to the seventh day of July, so that she can meet her husband at the edge of the Milky Way under the Magpie Bridge. She talks to herself from time to time, and I secretly gather at her window to eavesdrop. It turns out that the weaver girl is complaining about her mother, complaining about this damn dogma, and complaining that she can't be with her husband for a long time. She couldn't help crying. Her tears also turned into stars, flashing in the distant sky.
I love the sky and the new moon in the sky. I was attracted by the beautiful new moon. ...
4. A crescent moon composition 700 words Who helped me write a crescent moon rose, like a jade wheel silver plate just out of the water, free from dust, hanging high in the dark blue sky, shining with silver luster.
The crescent moon is curved like a girl's smiling mouth, sweet and beautiful. The night sky is starry, and the moon is like a fishing boat, as if sailing in a wide silver river, which brings me infinite feelings.
I swim in the sky in a boat. I saw Chang 'e sighing helplessly in Guanghan Palace and regretting stealing the fairy medicine from the Queen Mother. Sighing makes me feel sorry for Chang 'e.
I flew to her voice and comforted her: "Don't worry, the Queen Mother will forgive you. You can definitely visit your husband Hou Yi again. Isn't it good to have a jade rabbit in this Guanghan Palace? " The first time Chang 'e was told so many words, she was so excited that she shed tears of regret.
Her tears turned into stars in the sky. I rowed forward again. I saw Weaver working day and night to knit clothes for her children and husband. She is looking forward to the seventh day of July, so that she can meet her husband at the edge of the Milky Way under the Magpie Bridge.
She talks to herself from time to time, and I secretly gather at her window to eavesdrop. It turns out that the weaver girl is complaining about her mother, complaining about this damn dogma, and complaining that she can't be with her husband for a long time.
She couldn't help crying. Her tears also turned into stars, flashing in the distant sky.
I love the sky and the new moon in the sky. I was attracted by the beautiful new moon.