Wang Yuewen
My friend Su, a native of Xiangxi, has no words or numbers. Its freehand brushwork of bamboo, stone, flowers and birds, smoke waves and water clouds, or lofty, clear and clever, or naive, simple and far-reaching, horizontal painting and vertical painting, can be vivid. His poems, books and essays are also very organized and elegant. Today, there is a book, My Words and My Paintings, written by brother Gao Yu. A book in hand, painting with text solution, painting with text seal. Both of them show their beauty, which is refreshing.
Since ancient times, literati can draw, and those who can draw will certainly write poems. There are many people who have the four beauties of poetry, literature, books and paintings. In the Yuan Dynasty, great writers, such as Huang, Mi, Cai, Zhao Mengfu, Ni Zan, etc., were all proficient in this way and had a grand pattern. In the Ming Dynasty, Xu Qingteng painted the world, and Zheng Banqiao was willing to be his "running dog under the ivy". Qi Baishi "hates not being born for 300 years, grinding ink and dividing paper for him." Xu Qingteng himself said, "My book is the first, my poem is the second, my writing is the third, and my painting is the fourth." Cover painting and poetry, poetry and text, text and book, come down in one continuous line, all for writing the heart. As Su Dongpo said: "Poetry is inexhaustible, and it overflows into books and paintings."
Brother Gao Yu is a freak of the world! He is a native of Xiangxi, bloody and gloomy, warm-hearted, not good at making friends, not avoiding harm, and quite chivalrous. Many people like his paintings and calligraphy. If you ask for it, you will regard it as a treasure. If you can't get it, you will lose it. So, they meet all over the world and travel on weekdays. Most of them are calling friends, crowding around and not lonely. He also has many intimate friends, courageous friends, who can sleep enough and talk in bed. But what's wrong with that? One summer night, Gao Yu's brother traveled alone, which showed his weight more profoundly. Fireflies flashed across the window, and he suddenly felt that the world was lonely, so he wrote four words: Lonely lights and bald people. After reading these four words, I think of two poems by Mr. Fu Shan for no reason: one day, the sun and the moon will continue, and I will never sleep. What the world reads from Fu Qingzhu's poems is the pain of national subjugation. How does brother Gao Yu feel after 300 years? Generally, artists in ancient and modern times have a sense of madness, which all stems from a childlike innocence. A pure heart is sincere. Only true, so affectionate, a flower and a tree, a cat and a dog in the world, the big one is the sun and the moon, and the small one is the ant ephemera, all of which are where love lies. Affectionate and affectionate; If you have feelings, you can't bear it; If you can't bear it, it will hurt more. With more pain and persistence, the world will be more confused and more critical. I can't understand those criticisms. Although this is human nature, although I can despise it, I still feel lonely and sad in my heart. As a result, when all the voices are noisy and feast, there is still no one. Isn't this Gao Yu's brother? "My Words, My Paintings" is illustrated with pictures and texts, and there are many grotesque and sighing people in every 1 18 article. The article "Crab Farming" starts with the shape of the chrysanthemum stone inkstone presented by a friend, saying that I am a "crab plowing" and I have to work hard for the grain of the inkstone field despite many criticisms. In the article Burning Out, I read Jia Pingwa at night and cried with Jia Pingwa. I think that Jin Dongxin's life experience of "fragrant and fragrant" is not to pour his own block with other people's glass. This article is accompanied by a photo of Zhu Lan with the inscription: "The wind is afraid of sound, and it is colder for the moon. It is also a species of Xiangjiang River, and the sooner the better. " The intention is very clear. In the article "Wine Sacks", I wrote that I drew a gourd with a hollow belly and a long handle, which can be used to make wine sacs for idle people. "I'm afraid of sitting at dusk, sitting opposite at dusk. I don't know how I thought of this painting, and I feel uncomfortable. " "Monday's Pictorial Words" is an article, drawing pomegranates, one by one. The branches are astringent, and the pomegranate is full and sinking. Its article said: "I am worried about the homophonic or synonym of the last word-Mo, Mo, Mo and Mo every day, and I feel more and more alienated from the world. I feel that I am on the edge of the vault, anxious and at a loss. " There is an article in Lotus Shadow that he is "an inferiority complex, more or less afraid of words and deeds, poor in appearance but sensitive in heart". Such people, in such an impetuous and indifferent world, will naturally toss and turn at three o'clock in the morning, "taking care of themselves, leaving only a piece of light and shadow." Gao Yu's brother said that he always liked Li Shangyin's and Su's poems. He recited them and recorded them many times. These are talented and affectionate people, and they are also extremely painful people. Brother Gao Yu's moral character can be called a gentleman and a chivalrous man, and his calligraphy and painting articles have also become a major trend. Maybe hold another one when he gets used to his ambition?
According to Shi Shuo Xin Yu, the general Huan Wen asked the famous Yin Hao, "What is your love like me?" Yin Hao said indifferently, "I've been dealing with me for a long time. I'd rather be me." Brother Gao Yu only recognizes Su, only Su. His books, paintings, poems and articles are only Su Gaoyu. I don't have my own home. He is more arrogant and stubborn in his bones. He likes painting pines, plums, orchids and bamboos, especially lotus flowers. His pine tree is a simple and unyielding spring breeze; Plum is cold plum, clumsy plum; Bamboo is wild bamboo, thin bamboo, clear bamboo, and there is no bamboo in the house; Lotus is pain lotus, morning lotus, impure heart lotus, lonely lotus and shadow lotus. He asked Yu He again, "What are all kinds of things in this world?" However, the lotus being asked is a silent lotus, and only a full dewdrop pours down the lotus cover to answer, like a bright tear.
Ran Ying's lotus tears were proved by Gao Yu's brother. In his own words, "as for me, what touches my heart most is compassion-compassion for all kinds of things related to life, including happiness and misfortune, no matter how fast or unhappy." This compassion produces great love, great love produces great suffering, and great suffering produces great warmth and great pain. This is the background color of brother Gao Yu's books, paintings, poems and essays.
(Wang Yuewen: Vice Chairman of Hunan Federation of Literary and Art Circles, Vice Chairman and Secretary General of Hunan Writers Association, known as the first official novel in China. )
Midnight trance
Chief commander
Sue has a large amount of reading and rich deposits, and likes to find remote things to read. He is comprehensive and remote, but he broadens his horizons. He became a learned man, with good handwriting and beautiful articles.
Without much gossip, let's enjoy its coquettish in the text. First of all, gaoyu's words and sentences are often unexpected. He called this dinner a half-baked dinner that he didn't like. This happens to me all the time. I live with fewer and fewer friends, and even fewer acquaintances. I always feel that I am eating raw rice when I face familiar faces when I eat. In "Tiger", Gao Yu writes the form of tiger characters very reasonably. When he finished writing, he said that the man looked at me with soft eyes. A person who is persuaded mainly has soft eyes. This is a good word. It seems that Gao Yu has read thoroughly the admonition written by Mr. Shen Congwen with characters. If he writes novels, the skill of this writing alone makes many writers coquettish.
I like the beginning and end of gaoyu's article best. This elder brother draws with strokes and writes with a knife, which is neat and exquisite. "Pig Blossoms" ends: Tonight, I really miss my friends. This sentence suddenly stopped, which surprised me. It seems that I haven't missed my friend for a long time, and even vaguely asked, who is my friend? Whose friend am I? Women in Calligraphy begins by saying that women are my acquaintances. Suspense rises and falls, what kind of acquaintances? Curiosity is also heavy. In this age of fashion gossip, how many readers can be aroused. "Stone" began to empty: a stone is a kind of mood. The ending is back to reality: in fact, stones are stones. I believe that one day when painting, he will think that the dew on the lotus is still dew, not residual tears. Sometimes the mood is closer to natural plants, and a little farther away from people's emotions will be very real. Lotus is also a lotus, and I am still me. The quality and individuality of plants should be separated, and pine is pine. There is no need to compare with other trees. People's hearts are not separated, and they really return to people's hearts. Lonely Moon: People are orphans and suddenly wrote four words. It makes readers feel as if they are trapped in a barren mountain. Life without Bamboo is full of worries: last night, the temperature plummeted and the wind blew hard. Tossing and turning in bed, I suddenly miss the bamboo clump in Chengnan's yard for no reason. Thought: in the cold night in the same city, will you feel the biting wind? I put on my clothes and lay prone on the table, drew this picture of bamboo shaking in the wind and rain, studied it for a while, and fell asleep. Hey! This man is in a trance. Caring for a bunch of bamboo in an old house is like caring for a lost relative and painting it on rice paper, just like finding a relative's home before falling asleep safely. I think this bamboo must be good, and the trance state is the real creative state. The door is written like a prose poem, and the words stop, which is creepy: sitting alone at night, I am very scared. I don't want to ask what I am afraid of. Living in the world, aren't we all in fear?
The layout of the article, "Xiangxi Mushroom" is a model. Especially when it comes to Mr. Mei Mosheng's gentleman paintings, he is not only knowledgeable, but also excellent in writing: Mr. Mei treats his teachers and traditions much like people in mountainous areas of western Hunan picking up Chinese fir, holding a bamboo rake in his hand, turning pine needles in an orderly way, turning them into useful ones, and then throwing them into the basket casually, grinning; What is not suitable for eating? I walked over without thinking. "My heart is unclean" said that I love painting lotus flowers, because my heart is unclean and I appreciate lotus flowers. I even asked myself why I painted so hard in the middle of the night. In such a trance and confusion, as a result, a grass between two flowers became a failure, and the painter was very depressed. He said that he still finished the painting with Su Dongpo's words, cultured and despicable. I not only finished this painting, but also finished this article. Today, as a viewer, I think this painting is a wonderful work, although there is a water plant missing. Besides, the grass can grow like that, and the life order of an aquatic plant is not established according to human will.
Sue is a painter, and he worships many literati. Talking about Li Shangyin, Su, Yu Dafu, Shen Congwen, Wang Zengqi, Lao She, Fu Lei and Zhou Zuoren, they are more interested than those writers, and they know all about poetry allusions of various schools. When I am restless, I silently read Shen Congwen's handwriting on the wall for a while, just like the Heart Sutra. Moreover, Mr. Shen's words often haunt my mind and become his spiritual core. The relationship between gaoyu and the writer is really wonderful. The novelist Tian Ying, in gaoyu's words, is a good friend of a friend. Over the years, Tian Ying has turned many friends into others' friends, both inside and outside the literary world. It is also Tian Ying's good pleasure for me to be friends with Gao Yu. One day before I went to Beijing, in a Hunan restaurant in Wuyang New Town, Tian Ying solemnly told me that you must contact Sue when you arrive in Beijing. Because I valued my eldest brother Tian Ying, I got in touch soon. I fell in love at first sight and didn't want to cherish it, so I became old friends who lived together. This makes me very happy. When the world is shrinking for nearly half a year, I made friends with Gao Yu, which seems to be a vast world. As for gaoyu and Tian Ying becoming friends, it is even more surprising. Let's listen to what gaoyu said about his friendship with Tian Ying: I entrusted a new album to Tian Ying, and Tian Ying received a shout on the phone. What a surprise! He found a photo when we didn't know each other in my photo album. Probably in June the year before last, I went to Mount Hengshan in Nanyue to burn incense and make a wish for Bodhisattva. Later, when I came out with my album, I silently recited my wishes, so I chose a photo of the top of Zhurong Peak in Nanyue to print in it, but I never noticed that the lonely stranger standing behind the photo was Tian Ying who was destined to really stand together in a few months! One is in Guangzhou and the other is in Beijing, but it is fixed in the lens of a mountain peak in Hengyang, Hunan for no reason. I can only say that destiny takes a hand's fate leads to inseparable life. Tian Ying is in Guangzhou and gaoyu is in Beijing. Two people told me the story separately. The speaker was in a trance and I heard him in a trance.
A friend of mine is puzzled by gaoyu's crying over Jia Pingwa's book. He said, I don't know which book Jia Pingwa is. Mr. Jia is a writer imprisoned by the state, and the party and the government, especially the business community in Angola, are very fond of him. Why do you need Gao Yu's brother who lives in the wild to cry with him? I can understand that no matter how they are brought up, these two creators who are good at calligraphy, painting and articles still have a soft heart that is rare in the world today. Heart to heart, it is inevitable to laugh and cry.
Writing an article needs a good perspective. It's annoying to stand in the omnipotence of God or Savior. Like a handsome soldier, don't look at the top of your head, look at your feet. In the chapters of this book, gaoyu almost transferred most synonyms in the dictionary to himself, such as: suspicious, cowardly, sensitive, timid, stingy, poor self-restraint, inferiority, parochialism, complaining, melancholy, stupidity, love of fame, love of money, self-reproach, guilt, regret, despair, resentment, jealousy, imbecility and self-pity. This is not criticism or irony, but the quality of a good article. These words cover almost all human weaknesses, that is, the sum of human nature. As Professor Xie Youshun said: The ultimate freedom of writing, in my opinion, is to restore the rights of all small, humble and trivial things in works from a personal point of view, so as to make them real builders of the meaning of life. Gao knows the true meaning of writing, which is what Mr. Hu Shi said, and makes the article clear.
A fluent person, life will be interesting. Chu Youbucai tells that when he was called Su Lao by middle school students, he took advantage of the opportunity to go to the toilet and talked to himself in the mirror, but he was bored for a long time. But this passage is very interesting. A friend who can't find his home sent a short message: Brother Peng, if you find it inconvenient to drive, please get off at Tiantongyuan Station by subway line 5, then go out from the south exit and cross the footbridge, and you will find yourself walking on the road. Just take a taxi and it will take you a few minutes. According to the stylistic standards, this is a good poem, and the texture of the language is full of rich fireworks. Gao Yu is not in a trance. His short message is very long, but he understands it well. I know that if Brother Peng really came by subway, he would give his own fare to the visitors, like the old man Qi Baishi, which is usually 10 yuan, which is the price of a black car from his home to the subway station. However, you will be very touched. Looking back in the car and staring at you, Gao Yu exudes a rare celebrity demeanor in today's world.
High is inseparable from painting. That's his lifestyle. He seems to have to write. He has the fate of literature. At the age of sixteen, Mr. Shen Congwen returned to his hometown to visit his mother. Gao Yu, a young man, was led by a relative and elder. By then, he had planted a career in literature. This story is a wonderful beginning of a novel. Gaoyu spent decades planning his life, understanding the world and cultivating human feelings. I believe that one day there will be a masterpiece that will surprise us and harvest his literary fruits.
After Gao Yu finished painting a picture, he was so tired that he wanted to use words to relieve the emotions caused by painting. If you don't write a few poems, or write a few wonderful sentences about your own paintings, you will feel sorry and feel unfinished. Therefore, most of the articles in this book are produced in the trance of painting, starting from painting, falling into the fireworks of the world and immersed in the spirit with words. I thought that the Netherlands could best show gaoyu's temperament. Over the years, he has dealt with Mohe for a long time and is no longer painting. He himself said that there is always an impulse to smear Zhang Mo and Holland. The words written with lotus flowers also seem to have been erased. Looking at the signature of the article, the text is mostly obtained at midnight, and this book can be described as midnight trance. Midnight composition is different from daytime, and it is always helpful. Su Dongpo said that reading more books can make people understand God. Fools think that writing articles requires channeling, which is a trance state. Tao Te Ching (Chapter 2 1) says: Tao is a thing, but it is just a trance. It's embarrassing, and elephants. I was in a daze, and there was something inside. It is a portrayal of Sue.
Commander: A famous writer. His published works include: column collection Ye Qiang Wild Tune, novel Red Horse, Middle-aged Hero, Long Tune, China's first short message novel Outside the City, etc. )