Text/Yao Zhuanghe
My home is in a small mountain village deep in Funiu Mountain. There is a mountain behind the front room of the house. There is a big river in front of the door called Yi River. Qingxi on the left goes down the valley with the wind, and the bamboo forest on the right is lush. Every summer when the rainstorm comes, the Yi River surges, which is really inspiring!
When I was born, it was the famous "Great Leap Forward" era in China history, and the "rural cooperative movement" was in full swing. When the village merged, my illiterate parents named me Zhuanghe. Later, I liked literature, calligraphy and painting, and changed my name to Zhuanghe in junior high school.
My parents worked hard in the fields all their lives, being honest, kind, simple and hardworking, and set an example for me in life, that is, being practical and sincere. I worked in the fields with my father since I was a child, and I was sweating like a pig, and I gained something. I understand that all the gains are hard-won.
I remember when I was in primary school, I was a hard-working student, but I seemed a little stupid. I have never recited multiplication formula, and I have never read three old articles about the Cultural Revolution. But one thing I am very happy about is that writing and drawing are outstanding in Dangcun school, and no one can compare with me. The teacher said that I am very aura in this respect. If I work hard, I will become a painter in the future. Encouraged by this, my life dream seemed to be awakened, and I immediately stood up and set out for happiness in the distance.
I like reading very much, but I have no money to buy books, so I borrow them from my classmates. In order to finish reading this book as soon as possible, I always read it while walking on my way to school in winter and summer. At that time, the countryside was poor, and there were no electric lights and kerosene lamps, but in order to save fuel, I studied in the moonlight. After Four Great Classical Novels finished reading, I read The West Chamber, Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio and Song of Youth. I have read all the books I can find.
I have loved painting since I was a child, and my handwriting is everywhere on the wall and the ground. With snow and sand as paper and branches and sticks as pens, you can create anywhere. One morning after the heavy snow, there were few pedestrians in the silence, and the working people were still intoxicated in their dreams. I was attracted by this huge "white paper" and sketched it on the snow with branches. I really have unspeakable happiness.
After studying, while absorbing the nutrition of words, I became interested in the illustrations in the novel, which is actually my first painting teacher. All kinds of illustrations are like guests in my life. Once they come to my eyes, I can talk to them. I read the picture, copied it and tasted it again. One Sunday, I copied illustrations of novels at home and forgot to go to work. My father lost his temper when he came back and tore up the picture I copied. I am very sad, not for anything else, but I feel that the most affectionate part of my heart has been torn to pieces, and I am distressed to tears.
I don't blame my father. At that time, rural people lived on work points. After school, I have to work in the fields with adults. During the break, I draw pictures. The mountains near the water and the farmers working around them have all become my creative materials. At this time, some people always make fun of me, some people satirize me, and of course some people praise me and encourage me. But no matter what kind of words can make me stop writing, I have a dream and cling to my heart, and the gossip in my ear blows away like the wind.
When I was in junior high school, the Cultural Revolution was vigorous and posters were flying all over the sky, which provided me with a good learning opportunity. At that time, the only precious thing was Mao Zedong's calligraphy poems, which was my first copybook to learn calligraphy.
Writing Spring Festival couplets is something I will never forget. I remember writing my first pair of Spring Festival couplets when I was ten years old. Later, everyone in the village asked me to write Spring Festival couplets. At the age of fifteen, he wrote Spring Festival couplets, which made him famous in the village. In the twelfth lunar month, I went to the county to show my calligraphy. With my courage, I became the first person in the county to write Spring Festival couplets on the spot.
In high school, I was the pride of painting in the whole school. I published all the blackboard newspapers in the school, and the art teachers and school leaders gave me great encouragement and praise. When I was seventeen, I wanted to paint on real rice paper, so I took the liberty of asking for paper. It was a hot summer. I walked to the county cultural center and waited for two hours at quiet noon. Until I went to work, a kind teacher gave me a piece of rice paper. It was the first time I saw Xuan paper, stroking the white and lubricated paper, as if it touched the love in my heart, and I will never forget it.
Learning Chinese painting is after high school. I also want to go to college and get a better education, but because my parents have no power and influence, I can't go to school. Later, I became an apprentice in the commune machinery factory, writing slogans and running newspapers with my own specialties, in which I felt fun and happiness. There are also many creative opportunities in the county cultural center, which gives me good learning opportunities. The first painting collection I saw was Tang Yin's landscape painting collection. If I get the treasure, I will borrow it from the cultural center and copy it over and over again. I can't put it down. I was twenty years old then.
As high as a bean. I copied Tang Yin's painting on a small table. That's the table given to my father after liberation, less than one square meter. The table top is uneven, the joints are cracked and the legs of the table are unstable. That old desk, which was my earliest bookcase, once became the place where I spread my dream of flying, leaving me many stories and many aftertaste.
Later, I came to Shenzhen to "go to the sea" to survive by selling calligraphy and painting. It's bitter, hot and cold. It's really exercise. Relying on pursuit, hard work, thinking and ability, self-existence is also infinite happiness. 1994, returned to Luoyang, settled down, and took his own artistic path. I walked farther and farther on this road, and the more I walked, the more I felt that my eyes were wide open and the scenery was myriad.
As long as you are willing to be a cow, you are not afraid of not farming. The success of painting and calligraphy is diligence, and the induction of painting and calligraphy is the purification of the soul and the subconscious experience. The art of calligraphy and painting is hard, but as long as you work hard, there will be light.
For the artistic dream in my heart, I walked through spring and summer and walked towards the golden autumn of life. But I always dream of going back to my hometown. The scenery in front of my house is really beautiful. Everything wakes up in spring and is covered in summer. The water is clear in autumn and the mountains and rivers are silent in winter. I saw myself when I was young, the boy who was obsessed with writing and drawing. His eyes are full of green mountains and green waters, his face is intoxicated with the infinite scenery of nature, and his steps contain the momentum of the Yi River flowing.
Thank God for giving me the foundation of painting, the power of painting, suffering and today's harvest.
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