During the National Day holiday, in order to avoid the crowded hot spots, we set off from Hangzhou and went to Huang's seclusion in the east corner of Fuyang. As soon as I arrived at the scenic spot, the first thing that caught my eye was Liujunzi Lake, with rippling blue waves. The lake flows quietly, which is amazing. The morning mist on the lake is ethereal, just like the clouds that are inadvertently reflected in the water, making the picture dreamlike, and the trees on the distant mountains are as pitiful as the long eyelashes of girls. A few steps forward, a bunch of canna suddenly appeared among the reeds, half-opened and half-fallen, and it was a smash hit, like a child waving to us with a bunch of flowers. I can't help being moved by its enthusiasm.
Around the lake, I saw an open and flat area. On one side of Tan, there was a magnificent building. This is the Huang Memorial Hall, facing the mountains and facing the water. Twenty-four large colonnades glistened in the sun. We climbed the stairs and walked into the museum. We learned about Huang's bumpy life from precious photocopying materials and works copied by later generations: Huang, long word length, the peak of fame, calligraphy, temperament, good poetry, little ambition, promising young people, being implicated in prison in middle age and suffering deeply. Wandering in rivers and lakes, traveling all over famous mountains and rivers, he only loves Fuchun landscape. He built a house in Miaoshanwu on the north bank of Fuchun River and spent the most glorious period of his life at the age of 70. The fresh and beautiful Fuchun landscape gave him artistic inspiration. With his profound inner experience and perfect pen and ink skills, he created Fuchun Shan Jutu, a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, which can be called the highest realm of China landscape painting. In the museum, we saw Fuchun Shan Jutu copied by later generations. Although it is not the original, we can also feel the beautiful scenery in early autumn on both sides of Fuchun River: green mountains and green peaks, beautiful turquoise, misty clouds in Yunshan and varied cottages in Jiang Sha. With clean pen and ink and simple artistic conception, the vast undulating mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River are vividly displayed, and the "beautiful mountains and rivers" have been achieved.
Walking out of the memorial hall, it is nearly noon, and the sun in early autumn is still burning and sultry. We walked along the stream and forgot the distance. Suddenly, we saw the archway of the Yellow House, with flowing water and lush bamboo forests. It was a typical escape scene in the south of the Yangtze River: people still had ancient wells with small bridges and flowing water, but they were gone. There is only a stone door frame on the ruins, with stones piled on both sides and weeds growing in the house. I stood for a long time and looked up at the sky. Sometimes the sky was blue and big. Sighing that painters of Danqing dismounted here and sang with Yellow Painting and Calligraphy, it was so lively! Now, "building a house is human, but there are no horses and chariots." I feel that there are fewer and fewer horses and chariots at her door, and I can't help but cry!
Sunlight shines on the bluestone board through the cracks in bamboo leaves, which is particularly peaceful and quiet. This beautiful scenery finally made the old man Huang like it, and made him think of "planting chrysanthemums", so he lived in seclusion here. "Little Cave" is the place where the old man lives and lives, and it is also the name of the room he gave himself. Located at the bottom of Miaoshanwu dock, at the intersection of Shaojiquan and Shaojiquan, it is backed by the main peak and connected to Ruyi Peak in the west. Build house has an elegant environment, deep mountains and dense forests, gurgling streams, orderly houses and old houses by the streams. It entered the hall, and a simple square table was placed in the center of the hall. On both sides of the room are the owner's daily necessities. From these furnishings, we can get a glimpse of Huang's simple seclusion.
There is a pavilion beside the old house, and the eaves are slightly upturned. In front of the pavilion, a Lao Lizi tree was dying. You can imagine the distant artistic conception of "fragrance floating on the moon and dusk" when it blooms wantonly in the cold winter. On the left of the old house is Huang's studio, with pen and ink on the long table. It was here that he worked hard for several years and drew Fuchun Shan Jutu. On the right side of the old house, there is a half-wall of earth, telling the traces of history. Under the broken wall, the mountain spring jingles, and I hold it in my mouth. It is fresh and sweet, with a warm breath, both fragrant flowers and a slight heartbeat deep in the mountains.
I wandered alone, sitting on the back of a beautiful woman, and let my thoughts soar from a narrow window like a kite to a beautiful day more than 600 years ago. Zhenwu, Wang Meng, Ni Zan (also known as "Yuan Sijia" with Huang) and scholar-bureaucrat Yang Weizhen met and got together here. They are like-minded, playing iron flutes and singing, playing chess or reading books in distant places. As he described in a poem entitled "Autumn Mountain's hidden axis", "This Fuchun Mountain is a different path, which was built in the meantime. Burning incense in brew tea in the spring and autumn, rain falling on the moon window in the morning and evening, or climbing or leaning on the fence, I don't know that my life is on earth. "
On the way back, I have been thinking about what I said in the article "Doing useless things". What is the use of a poet? What is the use of a painter? The most expensive things in the world are often useless. He finished painting this painting in his later years and gave it to a monk named Useless. A lonely scholar lamented his uselessness. He happened to meet a monk named Useless. Hundreds of years have passed, and those useful dignitaries don't know where they are. After many twists and turns, this useless painting by useless people was handed over to Wu Hongyu, a collector in Yixing, Jiangsu. This man loves painting like a life and regards it as a treasure. On his deathbed, he came up with the idea of burning paintings for human sacrifice. At the critical moment when the painting was about to burn, his nephew Wu Jingan "rushed to the burning place and came out of the red furnace", but he saved the painting from the fire, but burned several holes in the middle and broke it into two parts. From then on, Fuchun Shan Jutu split in two. The first part, the remaining mountain map, hidden in Zhejiang Museum, has become the treasure of the museum. The other part, useless teacher's papers, was scattered in TB Museum because of the war. This produced a story of "exhibition on the wall". "The painting is like this. Why can people be inferior?" 660 years of spring and autumn vicissitudes, 60 years of homesickness across the river, concentrated in a painting! Do you dare to say that this painting is useless? It is really useful. I was lost in thought. ...