What is writing? Now handwriting has been abandoned by machine writing, and ugly words can't hit anyone at all.
I remember writing the year-end summary every year. Later, people said that such ugly words were still handwritten, so I downloaded the document to the computer and printed it out. Wow, even the opportunity to show ugly words has been completely deprived. At that time, I was an uncle in college. When I met him, I would say how embarrassed it would be for a person to lose his job because of his good handwriting. At this point, it hurts. Most of those beautiful women can't write. Isn't that why people want to die? Fortunately, it doesn't matter if a beautiful woman can't write it, and if an ugly woman can't write it, it's over.
Writer Y said in the Weibo that day that her handwriting was ugly and she was not confident every time someone asked her for an autograph. Then the conversation changed, saying that only two people in her life said that she was not ugly, one was her husband and the other was the next. She also praised our good heart disease and became her face. Seeing this Weibo, I immediately replied and forwarded: Dear, this is not a well-intentioned attack, but based on my understanding of beauty.
This is really not a compliment. I've seen worse things than her. Her words are stretching their hands and feet, and the atmosphere is a little bit. Just like her, she is sensitive to many things (she can't be a writer if she is not sensitive to words). Her words are full of aura, but they are full of atmosphere, which can't be said to be the words of a little woman.
two
I have to say, I am a complete bookworm. Not a painting idiot, but a word idiot.
I don't have any other skills, but my reading ability is a little strong.
I have read some manuscripts sent from the ravine several times, but I can still recognize them after burning them to ashes. There are so many writers that I recognize them at a glance. Not every editor has this ability, but I was born with it. Because I'm a word idiot.
As long as there is a dinner, when I enter the box, I will immediately become interested in hanging calligraphy and painting. I have read a lot, as if I have entered a new realm. I will see the good and the bad. I remember the official script of a calligrapher. I have read it several times and asserted that it is the best official script among the living calligraphers in Anhui. Is this idea accurate? I didn't mean that. Later, I asked people in the industry, which really confirmed my judgment.
I became a word idiot, which is related to the growing environment when I was a child.
My father is a rural intellectual. People are smart, and I suspect that my IQ is not as good as his, because my mother's IQ is quite average. Should the IQ of these two children be discounted? It's hard to say. There seems to be nothing he can't do. Lettering, yes. Write, yes. Abacus, essence. Brewing, super level. Grafting fruit trees, repairing water and electricity, milling rice and producing first-class grain. Ordinary machines can be repaired. I like reading novels. I often drink some wine and read novels. Said he was young, not quite like him. Writing a complaint for someone can't stop him. Because he knows too much, my childhood idol was him. He also has a unique skill, writing hairstyles and special images. Our wardrobe has become a good place for him to show off Mao's calligraphy. When I was a child, I woke up and looked at these calligraphy words. It's strange that you think I can't write, idiot. But I have no patience in practicing calligraphy. Although I bought a lot of copybooks and practiced honestly for a while, I gave up when I saw that I had no future. Although, when my father was alive, he went home many times before the Spring Festival. He wrote Spring Festival couplets and took me there. Father and daughter writing Spring Festival couplets to villagers together can also scare people they don't know. Of course, I will also see a doctor. When villagers see me coming back, they often wriggle to the door, send smiling faces and invite me to the provincial capital to help them see a doctor. There is a lot to see. Gossip, of course.
In the year when I worked, the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine held a staff painting and calligraphy exhibition. I remember that I won the second prize of an official script. This is the only achievement in my writing career.
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After many years, I have stopped practicing calligraphy and really have no confidence in myself. Although my studio needs paper, pens and ink besides pen, ink and inkstone, there are even two idle seals and a name seal, and all the seals are there. There are also some book posts. But every time I go in and out of the bookstore, I see them. If they see me, they have gone their separate ways and there is no intersection. It is also because every time I have a little interest in practicing, I am often hit hard. I won't eat this bowl of rice anyway. Why practice? These books are waiting in line for me to meet them. I love them more. During that time, I did chew a lot of books, and even some barriers were plunged into the end to explore the bottom. The pleasure of reading inhibits the impulse to write.
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If you want to write again, you have to remember this day
On that day, Jiang Jue, the author of the 201bestseller Butter, came late and gained weight. In the morning, she went to the hospital for a physical examination to see if her scarred heart, which had been fluttering in Tibetan areas for seven years, could bear the burden of going to the plateau again. She kept saying that she had chest tightness, chest pain and general malaise. This girl, who was the strongest in those days and was able to ride a bike from Tongcheng to Anqing, is now weak and pitiful. I called a doctor for her. That evening, she will fly to Kunming, which is a pre-arranged job, and then go directly to the plateau. Her stay in Hefei was short and expensive. Even her plans to have coffee and make a report in Wei You were cancelled, and many friends who wanted to see her were turned off. I said you can give it to me this afternoon. That afternoon, I drove her to the studio of Mr. Lv Shimin, a famous cartoonist in our province. It is also because that place is only 5 minutes away from the airport, so I can't miss her.
In retrospect, Jiang Juechi was very happy that afternoon, so was I, especially the accompanying micro-friend and photographer "Free Wind".
Although Mr. Lv Shimin has made a splendid turn in recent years, ink and wash comics have occupied a unique place in China. Last year, he went to Macao to hold an art exhibition, which caused a sensation. Around the end of the year, he went to Jinling to hold various art exhibitions. His paintings went to the market and abroad, which was very popular with the people, and the price of paintings rose. It is almost unreasonable to ask him for a painting again. However, as a friend, I really want to comfort her in some way and give her half a day's joy. After thinking about it, I still want to find Mr. Lu, so I sent him a text message saying that I could give Jiang Juechi a small painting.
In fact, when Jiang Juechi visited the reading salon the year before last, this enthusiastic old gentleman had already painted the scene. So when I sent this message, I also felt quite barbaric and unreasonable. There are tens of millions of painters in the world, so why not just go to Lv Shimin with other painters? It's also because the old man and Xin 'an and I have been friends for more than ten years. Of course, many painters pity their paintings now, but generous and kind Lv Shimin can't take root in the market consciousness. Once his temperament comes up, it is still very common to send it with the painting. Although he was severely warned by his friends, he still refused to change his mind. Therefore, Lu Shimin Weng. It's hard to determine the gain or loss, but he was happy when he gave the painting.
This reminds me of Qi Baishi. Some people say that Baishi Weng is old and heartless, but it is wrong to sell paintings only on silver regardless of friendship. Seeing Baishi's "cooking for many years", he was filled with deep feelings for his good friend Chen Shiceng. It's Chen Shiceng. He has a good eye for white stone, making it famous all over the world. Chen Shiceng is Lu Xun's best friend. In Lu Xun's diary, Shi Zeng was mentioned in many places, and his early seals were mostly engraved by Shi Zeng. Look at Chen Danqing's "Mr. Laughter" and you will know that Lu Xun's obsession with art and inscriptions was also due to Chen Shiceng, a plaything friend. From this, we can imagine how much sadness Chen Shiceng left after his sudden death at the age of 48.
It was already 3 pm when we arrived that day, and the old man was drawing a picture for the famous saint Mr. Zhao Ang. The two of them became attached because of my matchmaking. Later, they became golden partners, one painting, the other writing, and jointly published several books "There is something in the painting", which earned some influence in the cultural circles of this province. Here, I have to interrupt a digression. Another famous sage, Liu Zhengping, was also my planning partner when I was a book salon, while I was writing a book about Hefei.