Jin Zeshan Diary

It's still early to travel again today. I am lying in bed browsing a painter's painting collection. Usually, I seldom read the works of modern people so patiently. It's not that people's paintings are not good, but that most of the current works are published in commercial nature, and there are too many whitewashes. The editing form is nothing more than the author's star photos, resumes symbolizing brilliant achievements, and dozens of formal works. I look cold and nervous. Even worried about the author, afraid of which link is wrong, affecting the purpose of publication. Today, this painter's collection of works makes me feel refreshed. I've been watching it for days. I brought it when I went out today, and I'll look through it when I have time. Compared with his works, I prefer reading his diary and writing essays, traveling feelings and so on. I don't have to say how touched I am, but at least I can fully understand this person and his inner thoughts, which is more real. There is such a passage in it: "Sometimes it is for exhibition, sometimes for entertainment, and sometimes for selling works. Assuming that these are the contents of our daily life, we usually unconsciously use several artistic concepts to deal with different artistic creations: participation in exhibitions, sales and entertainment. In this way, he became a man who made a living by art, which is sad. Therefore, my greatest wish is to be a scholar who is good at making reading notes (art). "

Occasionally, I read something that coincides with my own point of view and secretly rejoice-there is a bosom friend in my thoughts and thoughts, and I am sincere and correct. I suddenly remembered and felt very sorry. I hate that I have too few reading records and insufficient savings. I don't seek a good solution, and I am too general and detailed. After reading it, I have nothing, no system, and finally fail. How can you become an artist if you can't learn? Qin's Value and Human's Value

With the development of social economy and the improvement of material life, Guqin, a mysterious instrument, has also stepped out of the study, entered the ranks of those instrumental examinations angrily, and is gradually transitioning to the favorite instruments, showing the so-called "prosperity scene".

It is worth mentioning that this prosperity has promoted the development of Guqin manufacturing industry. When no one can name the piano, it is hard to find a good piano, which shows that more people like playing guqin and are willing to spend more time studying and researching. This is a good thing. However, as a kind of guqin based on the traditional cultural background of China, it has the temperament and character of plum blossom in Luofu Mountain, and it was originally a musical instrument for Jianghu hermits to mourn for themselves. However, it is puzzling that the price of a piano made by a good worker is staggering, and it starts from hundreds of thousands, up to millions and tens of millions with the words of Wang Peng, Ma and other famous artists. Ask, is it really worth it? If it's worth it, is it a literati's play? Who can afford this piano? As far as I know, most of these pianos are bought in large quantities by some arty bosses and entrepreneurs, or hoarded by some sellers. Poor thing! I don't know that the greatest respect for God is to admire a hero and let him go where he should go. We can look at the pianos used by our ancestors in the museum. Its value lies not in who plays the piano, but in who plays it. Guqin will ultimately be judged by sound. In the process of vocalization, it is controlled by people. In other words, if you buy a piano with a price of11million, it may not play well, and you may never play it. Because your style determines the fate of this piano. I think, as a musical instrument, the piano has a minimum quality standard. As long as this standard is reached, the rest depends on who plays. And this basic standard is the most dignified and authentic value, just like a brush used by a painter, it is a tool to complete artistic creation. Don't praise the piano as a tool, and don't call it a master. I think calling it a "good worker" is the greatest respect for the manufacturer. I also hope that in this materialistic era, Qin people can downplay Qin itself and attach importance to improving their understanding of Qin theory. Literati pay tribute by playing, don't take tools too seriously, don't put the cart before the horse. The day before yesterday, Brother Hu came to my humble abode for tea and chat. Knowing my leg disease, he brought me several bottles of Yunnan Baiyao spray, which solved my temporary need. Thank you! Hu Ge, a university teacher, is engaged in literature and history research, loves painting and calligraphy, and is good at tasting tea. Old friends don't need more greetings when they meet. Boil water to make tea. Coincidentally, just then, the doorbell rang and Li Xiong, an art friend, came to visit. I got up and greeted him. I opened the door and saw Li Xiong's simple smiling face and a strange friend behind him. I quickly took the slippers and called the two and Hu Xiong to sit down. In mutual introduction, I learned that this friend is from Beijing, a classmate studying calligraphy in Beijing, and his surname is Pan. Because Hu Xiong and I are familiar with each other, I mainly chat with Pan in Beijing out of courtesy. Li Xiong went into my study and couldn't come out. Hu Xiong sat listening to me chatting with Pan and flipping through the books. I am from Beijing. I have seen the world. It really taught me a lesson for people in poor areas and frontier areas. This senior brother speaks very radically, as if he were giving a lecture. Three or two sentences must have been said and taught by xxx, a famous figure in today's book world. I know khufu's character. He is the most annoying person. He always takes the teacher out first. This is a sign of extreme guilt. I'm afraid of causing Hu Ge's dissatisfaction. I tried to change the subject, but this Xiong Pan seems to have nothing else to say except this, and kept talking about how bad his teacher is and how rich he is. I used to admire his teacher. Seeing that he is a student, I really drew a question mark for this teacher. Just like Pig Bajie in Journey to the West, he said to everyone, "My brother was the Monkey King who made trouble in Heaven 500 years ago." . The more he talked, the more excited he became. He took out his portfolio, one for Hu Xiong and one for me. Seeing that Hu Xiong had long been disgusted, he deliberately taught him a lesson and turned over two pages with a squint. He said slowly, "No wonder you wrote so badly, so you are his student." .

This reminds me that not long ago, I asked a pianist about the origin of his learning skills. The pianist never mentioned who his teacher was. Later, he told me that he was afraid that his learning skills were not perfect and that he had insulted his master. This kind of respect for teachers is awe-inspiring. In fact, today's art world has become a beautiful landscape. As an artist with personality and influence, it is a good thing to accept a few talented students and carry forward what they have learned all their lives. The question is how much is appropriate. Can you be responsible for this? Some teachers may not even be able to name their students, let alone preach art. As students, it is only natural that they sincerely seek advice, learn art and cultivate their morality. However, it is very dangerous to use it as a show-off capital just for the sake of mentoring. Although "it is good to enjoy the cool under a big tree", it is sometimes struck by lightning. "Are you greedy for sugar?" A smiling face, holding a piece of white and glittering rice candy, said to me. This has nothing to do with us talking about Hu Kan, which makes me dumbfounded! Just answer; "I'm not greedy." So everyone who listened was relieved and chewed-I seldom eat snacks at ordinary times, only a few kinds of fruits are ok. Rice and sugar are traditional snack foods that can be seen everywhere. Of course, I am not greedy. However, at the moment when the other person held up the rice candy, I really wanted to eat that bite. It can be seen that I was insincere at that time. Suddenly I feel that this is hypocritical and sad-it is a kind of "possessiveness". The moment passed, and the stimulus paralyzed my taste. I no longer think about whether I like it or not, whether it is delicious or not. But first put it in a position of active choice. Terrible desires can make people weak in an instant. Desire is innate. It is important to know its origin and feel its reason. Let nature take its course in the grasp of desire and degree. Just as some people force themselves to study thousands of books in order to know everything, they fall into business. I have no objection to reading. But how to face the problem of reading correctly. If what you read can't shape a person's character, it can only be its "reference book" even if it is broken. It is better to say it directly; I really want to eat your rice candy. There are natural reasons for the existence of rice sugar. If you think it's delicious, just eat as much as you like. One piece won't do, just two. After all, you can't eat it because the skin is limited. Want to possess rice candy, can't satisfy. Because, desire is infinite. I hope one day I can sincerely say "I'm not greedy for sugar"!

Jinzeshan was born in Harbin on April 20 13.