Map of Songshan cabin
This is a rare miniature landscape, but it has the momentum of a big painting. The close-up angle of the rock was written by thick Jie Suocun and dyed with turquoise; In the middle scene, there is an outward sloping cliff with two pine trees and several thatched pavilions. The room is empty and full of original charm. There are green hills behind, and clusters of raindrops on the top of the mountain are close to the brushwork of ink or color dots in freehand flower-and-bird painting; A gradient of turquoise and ochre is used in color. Although the composition pays attention to three levels in space, it doesn't give people the feeling of self-sufficiency like the landscape in Song and Yuan Dynasties, but because of the obvious sense of interception, people seem to see the mountains piled up outside the standard at the same time. This feeling of cutting is the result of careful refining by the painter, and it is also the essence of the picture. Rocks, pines and huts are common elements in Xinyu Pu's paintings, and they are usually empty. This is not so much a reflection of ancient meaning as a kind of nothingness that the painter felt in troubled times. Compared with the ancients, people are getting farther and farther away from pure nature. Xinyu Pu's life is also wandering in the chaotic historical process, but he has always maintained a secluded heart yearning for the mountains and regarded it as a unique spiritual liberation and a place where the soul can rest in peace in troubled times. It is this feeling and demand that makes his works essentially different from those blindly retro, which is particularly touching.
Xinyu Pu's paintings are thick and simple with the brushwork of the Northern School, but they show Xiao Yuan's indifference to the Southern School in artistic conception. The so-called "peace is far away" is such a feeling. However, from the interweaving of the deep and steady painting style and the elegant and simple artistic conception in the frame, we can finally realize the painter's profound feelings. Solemn feelings
Near the autumn festival, there are soldiers and smoke everywhere.
Mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away, and heaven and earth are prosperous.
Gorigo, Bian Guan was in tears.
Jinghua is invisible, and the north looks boundless.
Jiang Ye
After the rain, the spring tide is urgent, and firewood flies to cover the waves.
Without fish stars, wine will come to the door.
The rushing water sounds like a cloud, and the cold plum pillows Shi Gen.
Several families have heard of wild weaving, but few of them.
Deng Yanzi's collection
After the chaos, I mourned and visited Sun Chulou.
Under the rustling leaves is a vast river.
The land ends in Jingxiang and the mountain meets Wu.
In the final analysis, Iraqis are full of worries.
Travel in Yuelu Mountain.
The water in Hunan is rustling and the leaves are sparse, and the wind and rain in Lushan Mountain are like dew.
When going to ride the floating clouds, Yan Hui Peak sent the book first.
After the chaos, Changsha asked his former residence, and the ruler book was sent away from Yun Ni.
Luan's flute has been going straight through Xiaoxiang West since June.
Guozhaoshanmu former residence
If you don't see the old thatched cottage, the broken bridge will hurt you.
The autumn wind rises from the tomb of Xishan, and no one hangs the sunset after the chaos.
Tismensson
In front of Qingqingsong Temple, there are sunsets and smog at night.
Monks used to hang tin, but now the color is towering.
The feeling of autumn
There are no distant mountains on the vast side, and it is bleak to climb the building.
It rains a thousand times, and the sand turns into night wind.
The autumn colors of Beidou are boundless, and there are many complaints in the east.
The spirit is endowed with the feelings of worrying about the country and the people, and he is not alone in his dream.
Mourn for Chen Han Guangming Jing
Ge Tian Min was brought by the horn scarf, and he took refuge on the east coast.
A roll of broken books will disappear forever, and a few sticks of bamboo will be lonely and poor.
Dream back to Baixia Taicheng willow, soul back to Jiangnan old country spring.
Even if you can smell Guangling music, who will shoot it next month!
Border songs
Garrison buildings smoke and grass, Wan Li ice cracked horseshoe.
It is said that the Han family is fighting, and the sand in Kansai is like snow jade.
Dusan, wadiwadi Dusan
In ancient times, the autumn wind sang white grass, and the Hu family blew the sound of the moon setting.
Sanggan looks like water in the sky, and Wan Li is cold and sandy. Subtract Mulan
A stream of spring water can't afford to fly when it rains. Lonely dusk, Fangcao remembers Wang Sun every year.
The blue clouds blew down, and several Zhu Louying were confused. Unlike last autumn, withered grass and sunset are easy to worry about.
Huanxisha
It rains at night in a deserted pavilion, where to find the boss bridge, and the autumn is unbearable all the way.
Outside the building, the sunset passed through Ye Ping, the gate of the temple rotted, and the Forbidden City still lingered.
Dianjiangchun Jile Decoction
This is an isolated city with chaotic trees. This is a poor land. The country has no owner, and there are worries.
Yantai table, the scenery remains the same. Abandoned roads, no sunset intersections.
Remove the magnolia and send your brother through customs.
Falling flowers follow the flowing water, and the east wind can't afford to blow. After seeing Wang Sun off, Pingqing went to the door.
Hesitant and speechless, I went to the Three Seas with my sword. In the last autumn, Han Yan is full of worries.
Speak your mind and give it to assistant minister Cang Qiu.
The small pond outside Goulpeau Pavilion has a good view of cold food. Looking at the grass in the sky, the clouds and geese sound long.
Peach blossoms bloom and willows turn yellow. The new poem is far away, on the twelfth floor, there is a sunset.
A cloud in Kunming Lake, Wushan, Hà Thu
The water temple is clear, and the depression is too windy. You in the mirror will never pick hibiscus, but you are cold and resentful of Qiuhong.
The green cover shakes the bright moon, and the fragrance scatters the blue sky. Gong E has no shutter, and the jade dew drops the phoenix tree.
Minus the word Yulan Chunhuai
Empty court day night, Xie Taohuachun. I'm afraid of weeping willows, and the rainy night always hurts my heart.
The sunset is speechless, how far and how close is Qingshan? Mo Wen's return, cold food Dongfeng Du Yu crow.
Dianjiang Spring Siam Hotel
Overseas is a savage country, and it is difficult to cross the lonely sea. A thousand miles of clouds and trees, where do you know your home country?
Smoke and water are boundless, and there is no way to come. People are different, and there are countless new troubles. Who can get Zhu Yanzhu?
Qingpingle Qingmendu
At Qingmen Ferry, the geese cut Hengyang Road. The sound of autumn clouds on the water is broken, and the smoke trees in my hometown are gone.
Ups and downs, vast expanse, flat sand. Wan Li's home country is unbearable.
Qingping Leyi Lake Mountain
The lakes and mountains are embroidered, and the resort is hard to look back. Should a wisp of autumn love be remembered? Pull the west wind and weeping willows.
Such a balcony tonight only teaches passengers to feel sad. Where is the blue jade man? Return from the old month.
Jingzhou Tingqiuri Dengtucheng
Endless Yanshan Wan Li. Autumn is bleak. Where is the remnant army hanging? Waste water from an abandoned city.
At this time, it is the time when the thistle grass is quiet and the white grass is whispering, so the ancient garrison is built. How many people are there? Pale yellow dust, grazing horses, is empty.
Begging Uncle Mei to worry about spring.
Carving Liang Yan resents the east wind. This road is red. Ten thousand flying flowers, half curtain fragrant rain, floated without a trace.
It's hard to decide whether you are worried about Yang Ye or not, but who is the same as Chun Hate? Huang Ying cries, Haitang is like a dream, looking back at the sky.
Qingping Leyi Ancient Garden
At that time, Yutang was a magnificent hibiscus garden. The flute didn't break for a long time, and the east wind blew away.
Sparse red spots and plum shoots are annoying to guests. Looking at the blue sky and blue sea, spring tides break out.
Xijiangyue spring day
Outside the green screen window, there are green sepals, plum blossoms, bright moons and green hills. Cheng Bo has no shadow and smoke, and the world has no end.
There are so many picturesque, so many feelings of parting. Spring flowers and willows are idle and the garden is full of red.
Meinongying Sun Moon Lake
The distant waves are like mirrors, the shadows are broken, and the wind and flowers in the courtyard are uncertain. Dance with banana to avoid smoke and cold autumn.
The bird crow mountain is late, and the water falls flat and the sand is clean. The setting sun sets each other off. Fuzzy pool clouds, long-flowing garden tops.
Lou Yu Spring Festival Gala
The yellow sand is even close to the sea, and the sunset shines on the whole sky. A scattered warbler flower does not make spring, and grass is all over the world.
Looking at Qinbei with boundless sadness, I boarded my hometown with hatred. Yumen Qiangdi locks the spring breeze, and Qingshan cannot be everywhere.
"Drunk Flowers Singing Autumn Night" remembers the profound adherents of willow in central Zhejiang.
The moon window is as bright as water, and the wind is still blowing in Ficus pumila. Typha Ye Chufei, Acacia Southland, who should complain?
It's so cold tonight, broken by mountains and rivers. Qiu Lai doesn't study, and he cries in the wind and rain, so he is pregnant with a gentleman.
Partridge Sky Gui You ascended to heaven in nine days and Zhou Shiyun.
A wild goose startled the autumn and broke the night sky. Look at the clouds at dusk. Rotten grass fell at the edge of the garden, and residual flowers in the palace fell to the ground.
The mountains are far and near, and the water is west and east. Tears on the copper plate are endless. In those days, it became a folk song, scattered in the intermittent wind in Nagato.
The little mermaid sent Zray from left to south.
South of the city is the Old Lotus Garden. Reed hurts autumn geese. Sending you home and sending you poems is like leaving the bagpipes in the pavilion in Ye Fei.
The grass in the sunset came late, leaving its sadness. See flowers from this garden, don't lean against the railing at dusk.
Yulouchun Xishan Wofo Temple Palace
Neon phoenix lingers on the long river, and the clouds are fleeting. Out of the palace, the jade palace is clear and clear, and the old garden pavilion is yellow and rainy.
Lake light and trees are more bitter in color. They emit thousands of rays of sunlight. At that time, there was no one in the prison, only Chunshan was there sooner or later.
Langtaosha night
The past is like smoke, another year of gold, and the night leaves are even more cicada. How many new worries have nowhere to send, and it is raining heavily.
Hang crystal curtains, don't hate it, the candlelight window is not round. On the pillow, it is a dream, so the country is quiet.
Partridge day and spring hate.
Rain smoke willow is not green, and it is heartbroken at dusk. I just know that the past has really become a dream, and I am worried about new dreams.
Qian Shan is full of water, and the grass king is ruthless. Fragments of Huayang went with the wind and flew all over the long pavilion and the low pavilion.
Autumn Sophora japonica in Langtaosha
First frost Bijiangtou, the autumn disappears infinitely, and it is difficult to send many worries during the film. Memories of the sacred lake, the bright moon and the dragon boat in the water temple.
It's easy to abandon Jinou, wander around China and go to the restaurant building. The broken mountains and rivers are endless, and the vastness flows eastward.
Wang Jiangnan, spring scenery in Shan Ye
Clouds and shadows, the sky is grey and the altar is loose. Yan Zi's desire to be old is not yet spring. It is cold in rainy days when she gives up smoking, and there is endless resentment in spring.
Wang Jiangnan shanju
Qingqing is far away, and Xiao Temple is in the clouds. Smoke and bamboo invade the Buddha's seat, and the pines fly snow and fall on the altar, and the running water is cold.
Sunset and sunset, ten miles late in the maple forest. It rains a thousand times in the autumn night, and it is cold and cold.
Spring outing in Linjiang county
Haidong, the mountains and rivers outside the Central Plains. Spring is idle every year. There are many azaleas, but there is nothing to worry about!
Birds are half-baked, and colorful clouds are singing in the courtyard. The sky is clear and the moon is bright. My hometown is thousands of miles away, and I dream of it.
Mudan in Linjiang county
The rain on the falling flower pond flew away, and the sunset broke the new sunny day. Blue waves shake the shadows. How much do you hate leaning against the fence? Shang Lue got divorced.
Without saying a word, it turns around a thousand flowers, and the jade steps are like cold. The stream smoke is light and willow green. No matter what happens in spring, the city is full of resentment.
Butterfly Wang Lianhua Sea
The vast sea is far away from the sky and reaches the Central Plains in the north, but it is blocked by Wan Liyun. Beyond the clouds, a line sails far away from the mountains, but Hengyang geese are not seen.
The orchestral strings in the sky are infinite in spring, swaying in China and making a dragon in Penglai. Thousands of willows are full of sorrow, and Gan Kun is still full of ice wheels.
Bei shui Xin ling ti Hua
West Wind Sparse Willow with Qiu Chan, Draw a Bridge. Qixia is in chaos, the setting sun is cold, the water is exhausted and the grass is withered. What is the flute complaining about?
Tang Duoling Yuquan Mountain drifts.
Willow around, cold sand flows with the moon, to Jiangnan, Chu head. How many towers in the mirror, Hun, Han Hongqiu. The laziness, fireworks and old swimming on Mulan's boat. I'm afraid there are lakes and mountains everywhere. I hate new pavilions everywhere. When can I stop?
Tasha Ren Mei Shuhuai
The sky and the sea are vast, the ice wheels surge at night, and the central plains cover the mountains and rivers. I will pack my things and do it. I will go on stage, and it will rain and snow near dusk.
Border towns Wan Li, Jinyang and Longyue are in full swing. Clarify Yu Yu's entire Golden Euro. Yang finished smoking and went back to the restaurant building.
Tang Duoling Yuquan Mountain drifts.
Willow around, cold sand flows with the moon, to Jiangnan, Chu head. How many towers in the mirror, Hun, Han Hongqiu.
The laziness, fireworks and old swimming on Mulan's boat. I'm afraid there are lakes and mountains everywhere. I hate new pavilions everywhere. When can I stop?
Tasha Ren Mei Yi Xu Mid-Autumn Festival on the sea
Yuyukong, the ice wheel is always in autumn, and the mountains and rivers are still in the shadows. The mountains and rivers are scattered like smoke, and the sky is blue. Avoid hanging sea mirrors.
Silver Han is silent, toad is light, where do you know Zhu Lou's song and dance? The west wind blew away the miserable night, so we had to recruit people to dream again and chase the cold wave.
Jiangchengzi friendship
In autumn, the sky is high and the road is far. I want to cross the bridge with the moon. Afraid of karma, find a phoenix couple and listen to oral sex.
At this time, I hate blue clouds. The meaning is hard to disappear, and the dream is exhausted. Deep-rooted acacia, shocking the five tides. I'm afraid to see spring again, the new willow color and the young plums.
He Manzi Ding Chou sent Cang Qiu through customs in late spring.
The guest road is slightly bright in spring, and the Great Wall is painted with corners. Since then, the horse's head has turned eastward, and the water on the other side of the mountain has climbed. Saying goodbye to new words is bitter, and whispering is also afraid of getting stuck.
Wild geese frighten the sand, and the clouds are often cloudy with snow. Chuke's sad head is whiter, and his spring sorrow is hard to stop secretly. When can I find my hometown pine and bamboo when I leave home?
Ms. Nanpu Gymnastics and Arts Building
Autumn rain wet xiaoxiang, long overdue, blowing full of sadness. In a blink of an eye, I was shocked. The years have passed and I can't see Liu Huafei. The building stood quietly, and no one spoke without hatred. The frost is coming to an end. Empty melancholy ceremony, when will we meet again? The window of Zhu is broken with jade, and the sound is cold. Homo erectus leans on the west wing and geese cross Nanpu. The smoke and willow are gradually thinning out, which is sad for autumn and compensates for the smoke and rain. Even the sky is grass-colored, and the curtains are opened day by day. I wasted my time. Empty sleeves are bleak, and it is difficult to keep out the cold.
Wang Haichao Tilingguang Temple Liaoxian Yongta Residual Brick
Cold mountain, solitary tower in the air, ups and downs for thousands of years. The full moon is full of gold, solemn and wonderful, and the shadow reduces the dust and sand for no reason. The drums were in chaos. Where is it? There is a mixture of soldiers and fire. Without smoke and soil, who cares about the Vatican family! The ancient garrison in the abandoned city is singing. Look at the rustling willows, crying. Be careful of the residual clouds, return to the tile, and the past is comparable. The sun sets outside the smoke. Sigh vanity shattered, confused eyes epiphyllum. Bring back the wine, and the whole world will only cry.
Chun Qing zemuchun western suburb
Arai peach blossoms, Pingqiao garden water, blue sky, wide spring and deep. The waning moon is slanting, and the clear light is still in the sparse forest. Yan language whispers with the waves, listening to the fairy sound of the palace gate. Hate hard to ban, lean on residual red, and sing all over Jiang Xun. The stealth situation is Gongqian Road, the pool is gone, and Song Guan is heavy. After the robbery, Jinglan, who is Ken Ju Bujin? Leyou is willing to go to a place, so he sent Can Chun aboard today. Sad songs, shore willows full of flowers, hiding tears to find each other.
Klang, autumn assistant minister of Ganzhou, Huai Cang.
Looking at the secluded swallow returning to autumn dusk, a thousand peaks send the sunset. It's rustling leaves, heavy traffic jams and the rolling Yangtze River. It's already a night of hate, who * * * is endowed with surging waves. The grass is dying and the sky is blue, so the base is empty. There is also a bamboo garden, which is better than a melancholy castle peak and a sad cloud road. Such as apes crying at the Three Gorges, smoke falling in a winding pond. What's more, the mountains and rivers are different in color, and the grievances are separated, and they have changed in the blink of an eye. Sad place, wild geese singing in the distance, xiaoxiang breaking sound.