The clear spring flowed down from the mountain and dripped into the mountain stream, splashing and making a crisp sound. When the wind blows, water drops like dust float, and the rocks on both sides are cool and moist, with occasional green moss. Mountains, ancient trees towering, rocks, birds singing, squirrels jumping happily among branches. The deep forest path leads to the ancient temple in the forest, and the clouds are looming in the distance. Like a fairyland on earth. At night, the dark blue night sky, the bright moon hanging high, through the treetops, the moonlight sprinkled on the long ancient road, insects singing, the quiet and charming moonlight scene in the mountains.
An ancient song, listen with your ears and feel with your heart. You will hear spring, insects, birds, and see trees, wild flowers and grass. Vaguely, the twilight drum and the morning bell came from the distant sky and landed in the silent mountain forest, touching my heart ... An ancient song and a beautiful picture were displayed in front of my eyes. This is the artistic conception of music. Jumping notes, flying in the forest, are bound into a landscape in the listener's heart and spread out in front of him. It's beautiful.
Sitting alone in the music like water, with a cup of tea, browsing the ancient landscape paintings of China. Bright moon, rocks, clouds, thatched cottages, pavilions, ancient temples, rivers, solitary boats and old people. Different painting elements make up each ancient painting. Different lakes have the same profound artistic conception. Facing the work, the messy heart is quiet. Being in a reinforced concrete matchbox, I can't hear the sound of cars speeding by outside the window, the conversation of people enjoying the cool downstairs, and the sound of vendors shouting. People, walk into the painting. Become a person in the painting: sitting on the balcony to enjoy the moon, fishing alone with the old man by the river, lying on the edge of the mountain stream with closed eyes, enjoying the flowers and looking at the moon in front of the thatched cottage, sitting on the boat and enjoying the lotus playing music on the water with lotus leaves ... indescribable silence and vastness. It's like going back to the mountains in ancient costumes after a thousand years. Guard the garden, or pack your bags and visit the ancient temple, or climb high to express your feelings. Sitting alone, this artistic conception and heart become broad and profound.
I have always liked oil painting. I was puzzled by the gorgeous colors of oil paintings. When I started looking through these ancient China landscape paintings, I was fascinated and couldn't extricate myself. I am obsessed with the artistic conception in painting, and my heart is bathed in natural scenery. There is running water, smoke, quiet cabin and fresh air in my heart. Thoughts fly in the painting. See the scenery you have never seen before and feel the peace you have never seen before. This mentality leads you everywhere in Qian Shan. Fidgety, helpless and sad hearts only vanish in an instant. Your heart is clean, relaxed and carefree. Nothing can cross the flaming mountain in life. You will find that in front of nature, people are just a dust. Very small. Like nature, there are four seasons, life and death. At that moment, I wanted to stay away from the bustling metropolis and find a paradise. Don't stop. Slow down the pace of life and blend in with nature. No longer bear the weight of life, enjoy life. We come from nature and want to return to nature. Because nature is too beautiful and life is too short.
Artistic conception, a feeling, a realm, a mood, a poem. Beyond time and space. Although the heart is small, the artistic conception is far away. Natural scenery, boundless, only in my heart. A small heart carries a flower, a grass, a piece of water, a stone and an ancient temple in nature.
Read Liu Yuxi's "Looking at the Dongting". "The lake is full of moonlight, and there is no windless mirror on the pool surface. Looking at Dongting Lake, there are green snails in the silver plate. " Standing on the edge of Dongting Lake, a full moon hangs high in the sky, and the quiet moonlight shines like a mirror on the calm lake. The lake is covered with white moonlight. Ear is the beautiful melody of Beethoven's Moonlight. Looking at Junshan from a distance, in the night, the lake is like a plate, and Junshan is like a snail, placed high on the plate. This is the Dongting Lake in my dream, beautiful and quiet in the moonlight like water. People have not left, but their hearts have arrived. This is the charm of poetry. This is the magic of artistic conception. Through the text, a beautiful autumn moon lake landscape map appears in front of us. I read poetry and appreciate painting, which makes my heart beautiful.
Architecture, solidified music. Oak Mountain College of Central Academy of Fine Arts, the long corridor twists and turns, like a mountain path, ups and downs. Unique doors are like caves and lightning. Ningbo Museum, a distant artistic conception, and the scenery of China are all concentrated in this building. The Taj Mahal in India, under the blue sky and white clouds, falls lightly on that magical land like a huge tear. Lotus Temple, beautifully designed, quietly blooms all year round, becoming another landscape in this ancient land.
Artistic conception is really amazing.
Regardless of music, painting, poetry or architecture, different artistic expressions and the same language bring people spiritual care. This kind of care is a kind of visual and auditory feeling, and also a kind of spiritual pleasure. Pale hearts have colors; Tired soul, nourishing; The dusty heart is clean. This is the power of art, which comes from two words-artistic conception.
Artistic conception, instant feeling, like inspiration, unconsciously strikes and attacks you, just like drinking a cup of old wine and indulging in this beautiful emotion. In your heart, there is the rolling Yangtze River and Yellow River, the afterglow of the sunset, the bright moon in the mountains … a flower, what you see is the ocean of flowers; A grass, you see the vast grassland; A drop of water can see the boundless sea. That's your flying thoughts, romantic and poetic mood. Great beauty is silent, and beauty is in the heart.
What is the artistic conception? Romantic and poetic life. In such a life, the cold wall is warm, the closed door is greeted, and the ups and downs of life are only a short melody. People's life is not always in a beautiful mood.
She said that after retirement, I bought a small courtyard in the suburbs. Plant flowers and vegetables in the yard. Eat your own vegetables, green food. That kind of life is what I want. Think of Tao Yuanming's garden, more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine thatched houses. Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital. There is such a garden, with elms and willows in the back and peach and plum trees in the front. How nice it is to live poetically! Imagine that her temples are gray. She is wearing a scarf, planting spring crops and harvesting autumn crops in the yard. Sit on the sofa and take a nap reading the newspaper. The moon falls a song of high mountains and flowing water. I am eager to stay away from the noise of the city, to see the colors of the four seasons in the garden, to look up at the sky and the moon every day, and to walk around. Her dream life is in that artistic conception, waiting for the artistic conception and reality to meet and shake hands.
When I was a child, my family lived in a small yard. To the west of the yard is an old pagoda tree. In the lush days, Sophora japonica danced in the wind, and the white Sophora japonica covered the courtyard with a sweet taste. I often sit under the flower tree in the yard, reading and writing. On a full moon night in midsummer, the family sat around the yard, eating moon cakes and watermelons. Smell the tea and have a taste. Enjoy the moon and chat. Grand festival, with my friends, holding the ladder, accompanied by my father, sitting on the roof watching colorful and fleeting fireworks. All this, submerged by the long river of time, is like a poem, a nostalgic movement and a painting treasured in the memory of life. That memory became a kind of artistic conception, which aroused my infinite reverie. This is also mine and a friend's. Distant memories grow old in the development of the times. I am using today's art to commemorate yesterday's life, enjoy the artistic conception and cherish the past.
The mood is really good. Be alone in one room and enjoy an open-minded, romantic and poetic life. People in artistic conception are quiet and far-reaching. A beautiful life, the sustenance of life, begins with artistic conception.