There are fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart filled with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
Can this feeling be recalled? It was just that I was at a loss at the time.
——"Jin Se" Li Shangyin
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After Yang Yichan left, Bai Fu was depressed for several days in a row. He was irritable and depressed, which made it difficult to dispatch him. There was no other way to go on like this. He had to find something to do.
Early that morning, Bai Fu came to the Hongwen Hall in the Wubenfang Imperial College. He thought that the sound of books and the deep courtyard might calm his troubled mind. But neither reading nor practicing calligraphy helped.
Frustrated, Bai Fu threw away his pen and walked out of the Hongwen Hall. He walked freely and took the reins wherever he went. Chang'an Bai Fu was not familiar with it, and Wubenfang was huge. He walked around and around, but he didn't know where he was going.
At the end of the alley, there was a small temple, far away from the hustle and bustle. Bai Fu walked into the temple without thinking.
As soon as I entered the temple gate, my eyes lit up. In the courtyard in front of the temple hall, there was a thousand-year-old ginkgo tree with lush branches and leaves. The crown was like an umbrella canopy. The trunk was so thick and huge that it took several people to hug it. There was a stone table under the tree.
, four stone benches for people to rest.
"The apricot leaves are withered and duck's feet are yellow, and the Weiliu smoke cage is emerald silk." In autumn and winter, the golden ginkgo leaves are like flying flowers all over the sky, falling gracefully and spreading all over the courtyard.
The sky is filled with apricot rain, and the ground is covered with yellow flowers. Dressed in white clothes, the figure is alone, as if it has stepped into the void.
Bai Fu's Zen mind suddenly arose, and he felt lonely and calm, half a step into the void.
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I don't know how long it took before Bai Fu woke up from a dream. He bowed deeply to the giant ginkgo tree.
After Bai Fu finished visiting the Mahavira Hall, he looked at the Zen rooms on both sides. There were several pilgrims copying scriptures and worshiping the Buddha.
A landscape bonsai on a wooden frame in the middle of the Zen room attracted Bai Fu's attention.
This bonsai chose ink stone as the main mountain. The main peak is surrounded by cliffs, the cliffs are high in the sky, and the plank road is steep. The foot of the mountain is hollow and forms a lava cave. The secondary mountain is flat and steep, and the beach is rocky and inkstone and is close to the water.
Stars are falling on fishing boats in the water, white sails are dotted, and the autumn sky is long? A solitary bird is falling in the sunset.
Across the river in the mountains, there is a small wooden pavilion on the mountain. In the pavilion, it seems that the woodcutter met an immortal. The chess game has changed and the human world has changed.
Bai Fu suddenly felt that he was a fisherman and woodcutter among the mountains and rivers, casting nets and cutting trees, relaxing in seclusion, and living happily.
Such a bonsai has such a profound artistic conception that it can encapsulate the mountains and rivers within an inch. It can shrink the world into a microcosm, and you can travel to famous mountains and rivers and enjoy the beautiful scenery of lakes and mountains without leaving home.
During his trip to Luoyang, Bai Fu became obsessed with managing mountains and waters. From then on, we can tell that there must be an expert in the temple. Bai Fu was secretly delighted and walked quickly into the backyard of the temple.
Sure enough? The backyard is littered with various stones, flowers, knives, files and axes for carving and cutting, as well as many half-finished landscape bonsais.
A bonsai craftsman wearing a felt hat and craftsman's uniform is squatting on the ground and immersed in selecting materials.
Bai Fu stepped forward, bowed deeply, and said: "You are not talented, I have seen my seniors!"
The man was slightly startled, turned around, and looked up. They both exclaimed at the same time: "It's you!"
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It turns out that this person is Dugu Xiaozhong!
"Why are you here?" The two of them asked at the same time. Then they laughed, and the previous embarrassment was gone, as if they were old friends for many years.
Dugu Xiaozhong stood up, saluted with a smile, and said: "Heizi please!", indicating that Bai Fu would speak first. It turned out that that day, Bai Fu was playing chess, and Bai Fu was holding black.
Bai Fu saluted and thanked him, saying: "I passed by this place today and saw the ginkgo flowers blooming brightly, so I walked in. Later I saw a wonderful landscape bonsai in the Zen room, and thought that there must be an expert here, so I went to look for the immortal.
Come here seeking the truth.”
Hearing this, Dugu Xiaozhong blushed as always.
She said softly: "The landscape bonsai that Shaoxia Bai saw was created by my master, and it is called 'Shenyou'. It is also his proud work. If Shaoxia Bai can understand the artistic conception, master will definitely make him a confidant if he knows about it."
Bai Fuqi asked: "The chess master still knows about bonsai?"
Dugu Xiaozhong was speechless and said angrily: "I also have several masters, okay!"
When Bai Fu heard this, he scratched his head and smiled, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Don't blame me for being rude."
Dugu Xiaozhong's nose quirked up in a playful manner, making an expression of understanding.
Bai Fu asked: "Miss Dugu, why are you here?"
Dugu Xiaozhong said softly: "This is the temple supported by our Dugu family. Whenever I am distracted and have no intention of playing chess, I will come here to practice meditation for a few days. I will make bonsai and nourish my mind."
Bai Fuqi asked: "Miss Dugu, do you sometimes feel upset?"
Dugu Xiaozhong wanted to give Bai a big eye roll, but for some reason, his mind changed and his face turned red to the roots of his ears.
Bai Fuben wanted to make a joke, but he forgot that the girl opposite him was extremely shy. Seeing this, he quickly stopped and changed the subject and asked: "I followed the Taifu and learned a lot about how to manage mountains and rivers. I didn't expect that.
This landscape bonsai can actually move the sky and shrink the earth, making the landscape appear as a painting. It is a work of art.
Can you tell me about the knowledge and methods here?"
Dugu Xiaozhong is a master in this way. She took Bai Fu with her, pointed at the bonsai in the courtyard, and talked about them one by one:
"Bonsai, as the name suggests, is a scene in a pot. It is known as 'silent poetry, three-dimensional painting'. It is usually divided into two categories: landscape bonsai and tree stump bonsai. Stump bonsai is also called 'bonsai'.
Landscape bonsai is more complicated. It uses rocks as the main material, with trees, grass and other accessories. Through selection, cutting, carving, splicing, gluing and other processes, the landscape is placed in the pot to simulate mountains, rivers and rivers, hoping to make people pregnant.
The feeling of being there makes people think.
Look at this pot. This pot is called "Jiangshan Shuqingfeng". It uses vertically textured thousand-layer stone to create the artistic conception of emptying the stone forest. There are many large and small peaks of stone, and the main peak dominates the scene, forming a red mountain and a group of peaks.
The beauty of competition.
The peaks are like long swords piercing the sky, with large and small interspersed and setting off each other. There is a small forest planted in the peaks, which contrasts with the steepness of the mountain. It is solitary and unruly, just like the Lotus Peak of Huashan Mountain, solitary and arrogant. All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone.
'The artistic conception;
There are slight changes at the bottom of the mountain, and deep caves are used to increase the sense of precipitousness, making people want to find out more;
On the green water outside the cave, there are vast misty waves, and fishermen cast nets to catch fish. As the saying goes: "Yellow reed bank and white apple ferry, green willow embankment and red polygonum beach head. Although there are no people who kill each other, there are friends who forget the opportunity and point to the Qiu River.
Egrets and sand gulls. They are arrogant and kill thousands of nobles in the world, and they are illiterate and are fishing for old people in the smoke."
Bai Fu looked at it and was full of praise, saying: "What a proud and arrogant prince who killed thousands of households in the world and an illiterate old man in the mist!"
Bai Fu asked: "Those pots were made by girls, so I can see them."
Dugu Xiaozhong hesitated for a moment, then pointed to the bonsai around him sheepishly and said: "The bonsai here are all my works in the past few months."
Bai Fu solemnly raised his hands and cupped his fists and said, "A girl has a mountain in her chest that even ordinary men can't reach!"
Dugu Xiaozhong's colored contact lenses flashed, and he said in surprise: "Can I ask Bai Shaoxia to give me some advice?"
Bai Fu walked to a bonsai and said with a smile: "If I can tell you the artistic conception of this pot, can you give it to me?"
Dugu Xiaozhong's beautiful eyes are as bright as summer flowers: "A gentleman's word. Please!"
Bai Fu spoke in a deep and deep voice: "This basin is made of alabaster as the main material. Alabaster contains quartz. Girl, you can make full use of its stripes of clear black and white, and the contrast of clouds and clouds to create a cold spring scene."
Warm, magnificent scenery of melted snow forming rivers.
The main peak is steep and straight. The snow on the peak has not disappeared, and the weather is freezing and biting. The green cypresses in the mountains are full of vitality, and the fairy shadows are elegant.
The black and white alabaster rocks shine, as if there are waterfalls and sobbing springs in the canyon, giving people a sense of ancient and peaceful beauty.
The foot of the slope is winding and rugged, making it appear that the mountain is high and the road is dangerous, making the wanderer lonely and fettered."
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Dugu Xiaozhong's eyes were filled with mist, and he couldn't bear to leave for a long time.