Sheep's hair dances with peptides on a white background, so that cinnabar can be adjusted into red petals. Garcinia peptide blue painted green jade plate Ning Yue walked slowly from the corridor of the teaching building through the stairs to the end. That is a painting and calligraphy room. Outside, red cherry blossoms are in full bloom and green branches are swaying. Open the silver iron gate, there are high French windows on both sides, heavy dark blue fringed curtains hanging, a blackboard and a dark yellow podium in front, on which pens, ink, paper and a pot of celadon orchids are placed. There are two rows of long wooden tables and chairs in the middle of the studio, and there are photos of the past years on the scarlet lattice cabinet at the back. Ning Yue walked to the first position on the left hand side of the last row with painting tools on her back, sat down, put away the pen container, brush, pigment, porcelain plate and a Dege ink, picked up the stone, spread the rice paper on the carpet, and then sat quietly, waiting for the arrival of senior Liu Sheng.
An ink painting is Danqing, and there is a lot of affection in it. It's an afternoon in Xia Na, Na Yue.
She is a student of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, and he is the artistic leader of the Calligraphy and Painting Association.
Would you like to learn to draw with me? He came to her and asked softly.
She looked up at his brown pupils and nodded gently. Okay.
He said with a smile, come to the calligraphy and painting association after school.
All right.
Brush, ink, rice paper, pigment and Chinese painting are an antique cultural world. Whenever the bell rings after school, Ning Yue's happiest thing is to come to the Calligraphy and Painting Association with painting tools on his back, smell the smell of ink and rice paper, write down a painting with a wave of his hand, and lie leisurely in this quiet paradise. In the world of painting, she is the most cheerful and happy. She is the most beautiful in the painting, with a quiet face, faint eyes and long hair hanging down. She picked up a pen and sat in front of the mahogany table to draw. Quietly, she is like a white crane in bud, swaying gently in the water.
He took her into the painter's ink painting world, gave her a romantic world of flowers and birds, and gave her a poetic feeling. If you ask who is moved, it is only in the painting.
Xuan paper can be divided into two types: cooked Xuan and raw Xuan, cooked Xuan and suitable meticulous brushwork, raw Xuan and suitable calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting. Brushes are divided into wool, wolf hair, double-headed and double-brushed, wool is soft, wolf hair is hard, double-headed and double-brushed.
In color matching, rattan yellow flower is green, eosin phthalocyanine blue is purple, peptide white rattan yellow cinnabar is skin color, and a drop of water changes color.
He held her hand, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and outlined the edge on the rice paper. He said, this is the side and this is the center. You can draw veins, branches, petals and the moon. Can you understand?
Ningyue felt the direction of the brush, the residual temperature on her hand, a faint ripple in her heart, and looked up and nodded with a light smile. Well, yes.
He said: Skilled painting depends on the flexibility of your hands. Learn to turn your wrist 100 times a day for one month, six months, one year, ten years, and you will succeed.
He said: A good painting should be inscribed with good calligraphy.
Ning Yue watched him paint with ink on the platform, which dyed the heart of wheatgrass and blew up the' gentleness' of summer. His words and paintings were just like people, with a gentleman like tea and a gentleman like bamboo.
I still remember the first time I painted grapes in Chinese painting class. I drew grape leaves with clear water ink, purple grapes with eosin and phthalocyanine blue, and drew two semicircles on the side, leaving a little space in the middle for the shining point of peptide white. Three or two strings of shades are interlaced, and then I draw branches and leaves with thick ink. Finally, I dye green grass, blue sky and white clouds. In front of Ning Yue's eyes, he performed a magic trick of writing paper with a brush. The beauty of color and painting skills deeply stirred Ning Yue's heart, just like painting. This is a strange and quiet place that has been searched for many years, and it is also where she belongs.
He took her to see art exhibitions, participated in various painting competitions, carried an easel to the fields between mountains and rivers, copied flowers, birds and cordyceps, felt the nature, felt the wind and rain, and immersed himself in the world of painting. His world was drunk.
I still remember him whispering in his ear: Moon, you painted the lotus flowers beautifully. Gentle words fell into my heart and throbbed my heart. The sunset glow outside the window reflects the blushing face of the Iraqi people, the lotus flowers as pink as water, the green duckweed and the green dragonfly playing in the water, and Liu Qing Xiaoqiao's brush is affectionate. Ning Yue is so deeply in love with the quiet and beautiful lotus scenery in the painting, just like the clear water lotus in the lotus pond on campus, just like the scene I first met that day. When I met him, the lotus was like water and the gentleman was like jade. Lotus dream because of his heart.
When he came to look at her, he seemed to smell a piece of soft white feather falling gently in his heart, floating a faint ripple, itchy, and then gently disappearing into the clouds. She heard it, he heard it, and his heart moved.
Heartbeat, like the sound of flowers, Ding Dong in spring, fireworks.
Ning Yue likes to quietly look at his face, look at his figure as white as the wind, listen to his voice, the poems he painted and wrote, the classical music he likes to listen to, his favorite Cangyang Jiacuo and Nalan Rong Ruo, and quietly like everything about him. This is a natural spirit, an emotional grafting, and I love my dog. Because I like someone, it seems that everything in the world is colored, and I only have eyes for him. Because I like someone, I try to pursue the same dream with the other person. I hope I can be the most beautiful color in your eyes. I look forward to standing in the same world with you, watching the same scenery and life, singing poetry and painting, and singing wine.
Gently cross your hands and pray for peace. Plain, the spring of tea and soup can last forever like running water. He is like a cloud, she is like running water, flowing quietly, silently facing each other, reflecting on each other, appreciating each other and being together silently. I hope that the end of the cloud is water, and the end of the flowing water is cloud, and it goes on and on until it reaches the end and stops at the end of clouds and water.
Summer flies by in a hurry, autumn goes to cool, phoenix tree falls to winter solstice, winter snow welcomes spring, and years flow with memories. Smoke clouds are changing with time and space. The sky in summer is as blue as ever, and the lotus flowers in the pond are as fragrant as they used to be. ......
At this moment, familiar footsteps came from outside the corridor of the silent painting and calligraphy room, calling back the bright moon sleeping on the table and drifting away.
The moon has come so early.
She smiled at him and nodded. Well, hello, senior.
Well, what does the moon want to draw today?
After hearing this, she meditated, gradually looked out of the window, and slowly and lightly answered: Summer is here, can you draw lotus flowers? NingYue here, turned to look at him.
He saw NingYue watery gentle eyes suddenly paused, and then walked over and said, ok.
Lao Liu wins. Ning Yue looked at him and suddenly whispered, I drew this homework myself.
He couldn't help laughing quietly. Let's go.
Hmm.
Plain hand slowly smoothed the rice paper, took three or two white porcelain dishes, a ladle of water, an ink and some pens. Light red goulian carp, green light stained with catkins of aquatic plants of lotus leaves, lanolin extract peptide is whiter than red powder, close your eyes, one petal, two petals, five petals, seven petals, a pink lotus flower appears in the painting at first sight, then the white spot is covered with rattan yellow flower peptide, and then it is stained with hazy lotus leaf water, rippling and playing in circles with carp, and a picture of hibiscus emerging from the water is displayed.
Finally, I put down my pen and opened a secret hidden in my heart. I like you. Petals move gently, water gurgles, and all sounds are like symphonies in my ears. When Ning Yue handed him the painting, it seemed that all the voices in my ear were still at this moment.
Has the moon been painted? He put down the book, took NingYue painting, and asked softly.
Hmm.
Then, a silent time stopped, only to see him looking at the painting, eyes fell on the cashier, for a long time without saying a word.
Ning Yue lowered her face and frowned gently, looking at a thick dark blue fringed curtain under the podium, clutching a white skirt behind her with both hands, as if waiting for a long time, and tears finally came to her eyes. At the moment when she turned away in a hurry, he stopped her: Moon, let's go home together later.
Turn your back on him and lower your head, she whispered, well, good.
The afterglow of the sunset has lengthened the shadow of the campus, and the sunset glow is stained with beautiful clouds, intoxicated by poetry and distance.
He rode her through the long hillside, through the ancient streets and lanes, and through Dongjiang Road. The wind blew her long hair, and a faint smell of lemon and mint came over her face.
Moon, would you like to go for a walk by the river?
Yeah, that's good.
When he got off the bus, Ning Yue quietly followed him and stepped on the road he had walked.
The river under the railing is shallow and leisurely, the boats are rippling, the soft wind is blowing gently, and the willows are fluttering.
The moon. He paused and said softly, "Your lotus painting is getting better and better now. In a few days, I have nothing to teach you, and I have graduated. " .
After listening to Liu Xue Changning Yue, he looked at his back and couldn't help shaking his head and sobbing: No, it isn't. I've always wanted to say thank you to me. Thank you for giving me the world I painted, giving me too much joy and life scenery. You will always be my teacher, my confidant and the person I love most in my life.
The moon.
You know, you have a habit of always nodding and shaking your head. You know, every time you talk, you always don't like looking into other people's eyes. He paused, suddenly turned to hold NingYue shoulder, the moon. Look at me.
Look at me. Ning Yue was startled, blushed and bumped like a deer, then looked up and blinked at his brown eyes.
He looked at her silently and said, Moon, I like you. I like you from the first time we met.
The wind across the river blew whispering bells and songs. Ning Yue heard the sound of fireworks in the night sky, spring drops into her heart, and lotus blooms. Ning Yue saw it, and saw her beautiful and shy appearance reflected in the brown eye pupil, as gentle as a river.
Let's be together. From now on, I will name you Ning Yue, Liu Sheng. Thank you for meeting you in my life. It's good to have you.
Time flies, I only care about you. I am willing to infect your breath and life geometry, and I can get a bosom friend. It's not a pity to lose your life. It's a pity that I quietly listened to "I only care about you" floating from the record store to Teresa Teng, my heart was fascinated by the night, and the bright moon shone alone.