At dusk, the rain is still thin. At dawn, the curtains are opened and the eaves are flat. The river is wide and the sky is low, and there is no place to recognize the green curtains. Who will accompany me when I sit alone in the cold and sing? Wipe my sick eyes and twist my faded beard.
It makes you drunk and tired of leaving guests. Crystal salt, for whom is it sweet? Holding plum blossoms in hand, looking eastward and recalling Tao Qian. The snow is like old people, and everyone is like snow. Although it is cute, some people find it objectionable.
——"Jiang Shenzi·It's still raining at dusk" Su Shi
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Returning to Hongwen Hall, Bai Fu found various kinds of stones, followed Dugu Xiaozhong's instructions, stacked rocks, and played with landscape bonsai.
Occasionally, when I raised my head, Yang Yichan's beautiful figure still lingered.
Bai Fu let out a long sigh, buried his body, and continued stacking stones.
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While he was working at his desk, Hua Jinfan, another school clerk at Hongwen Hall, hurried over and said, "Brother Bai, come with me quickly."
Bai Fu put down his work and said with a smile: "What makes Brother Hua so rude?"
Hua Jinfan was panting and said: "Seven or eight ladies of the country came today, bringing huge sums of money to our Hongwen Hall to ask for calligraphy and paintings.
There are not enough gentlemen in the gallery today. Mr. Qi said that you have good calligraphy and painting skills, so he asked you to help paint two paintings together. These duchess and ladies are all relatives of the emperor and cannot afford to offend, so just suffer the consequences."
After saying that, without waiting for Bai Fu's consent, he grabbed Bai Fu and ran away.
When the gray couple arrived at the Hongwen Pavilion Art Gallery, several gentlemen and students in the art gallery had already begun to get busy. A group of noble ladies with gorgeous clothes and jewelry and jade rings were drinking tea and chatting in the inner hall. Occasionally they came out to take a walk and watch.
Gentlemen splashed their ink.
Bai Fu was brought to a large table, with pens, ink, paper and inkstones already prepared.
How to put pen to paper?
After pondering for a moment, the artistic conception of the bonsai presented by Dugu Xiaozhong came to mind. Only then did Bai Fu start writing.
Make a decision and then act. Once the pen is moved, Bai Fu writes like rain, accumulating ink dots, carving out the shapes of mountains, rocks and pine wood bit by bit. Then, he piles a second layer of ink dots on top of the first layer of ink.
Pile the ink layer by layer to make the ink rich and colorful, like walking on a mountain at night.
Slowly, a picture of mountains and rivers covered with snow appeared on the paper:
Near the corner of the mountain, the road is sloping and covered with snow. There are small bridges, fences, village shops and houses on the roadside.
There is a wooden arch bridge on the lower left side of the picture. The bridge deck is covered with snow, like a layer of plain gauze. On the right side of the wooden arch bridge, the trees are withered. A person is walking in a hurry, carrying a bag on his back and holding an oilcloth umbrella in his hand, as if he is about to cross the bridge.
Behind them, two people were driving four donkeys, walking along the mountain road? The donkeys were carrying heavy loads, and they were staggering and walking hard.
In the middle of the picture, there is a thatched cottage near the stream, which may be a village shop. There are no walls around the thatched cottage, and it is ventilated on all sides. Is it located by the stream? It is backed by a rock, and the cold wind is blowing. There are five or six dead trees behind the house? They are sparse.
It's cold and dry. There's only one banana tree? It's lush and in full bloom in front of the thatched shed.
The middle ground of the painting is a small stream. Are the rocks along the stream stained or scratched? The surface of the stream is rendered in ink, contrasting black and white. The front is solid and the back is empty, which further reflects the whiteness of the snow on both sides. The thickness of the fallen snow and the loneliness of heaven and earth.
On a freezing stream, there is a lonely single-leaf canopy boat. A fisherman wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat is sitting cross-legged on the bow of the boat, fishing alone in the cold river.
In the distance of the picture are rolling mountains. There is a thin waterfall between the cliffs. The waterfall flows down the river and is divided into two by a protruding boulder halfway up the mountain. It goes straight down three thousand feet and has a kind of rumbling sound.
Loud momentum.
On the right side of the mountain, there are dense pines and cypresses, and a temple can be vaguely seen. On the rugged mountain road a thousand feet away from the temple, there is an old man wearing a monk's robe, walking forward with his waist bent, crossing the mountains alone.
The whole painting of a snowy stream is characterized by heroic brushwork and concise imagery. There are sparse forests and distant mountains, piles of snow, cold pines and still water, creating a chilling atmosphere.
White snow, cold trees in rivers and villages, and a solitary boat on wild water, these ordinary scenery form an empty and silent world in Bai Fu's simple and elegant pen.
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Before Bai Fu finished painting, a large group of people had gathered around him. In addition to the ladies of the country, even the gentlemen in the painting studio were attracted by Bai Fu's technique and couldn't help but abandon their brushes and watch.
When Bai Fu finished the painting, several gentlemen in the gallery were in awe, and the voices of praise were endless.
A noble lady said: "The waterfall on the cliff, the roaring sound echoes around the ears, and there seems to be water splashing out, which should be the 'eye painting' of this picture. It is just like what the banished immortal said: flying down three thousand feet, it is suspected to be the Milky Way
Falling into the sky."
Mr. Baoshi who was sitting in the hall shook his head and said: "Otherwise. The role of the lone boatman and the coir raincoat makes the whole painting far-reaching and elegant. It is the 'painting eye'."
Mr. Qi tied up his long beard with his hands and said with a smile: "The old monk who traveled over mountains and ridges has a lingering taste. Although his back is hunched, his mind is still strong. He is not afraid of severe cold and heat, and is not afraid of wind, frost, rain and snow. It is like traveling thousands of miles to explore the true meaning of Buddhism.
Master Xuanzang."
Several gentlemen sitting in the hall argued endlessly about the reason for "painting eyes".
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According to the previous agreement between the ladies of the country and the art gallery, the leading lady of the country won the first prize and collected these pictures of streams and mountains with snow. Whoever the flowers went to was envied by everyone. This noble lady took the white painting.
He was invited back to the inner room to drink tea and thanked him alone.
Bai Fu knelt down and sat down, facing a beautiful woman with tall clouds on her temples. Her palace maid looked at her lightly, her expression was haughty and graceful. The two maids behind her also had refined temperament, beauty and agility.
Bai Fu dare not look directly, his eyes look at his nose, and his nose looks at his heart.
The beautiful woman didn't say a word, but stared straight at Bai Fu, which made Bai Fu feel very nervous. The room was silent for a while, and when Bai Fu was about to leave with an excuse, the beautiful woman suddenly spoke: "You are Bai Fu, Taifu Xu's disciple."
Come back?"
Bai Fu nodded.
The beautiful woman said: "I am Dugu Xiaozhong's mother, my maiden name is Pei."
Bai Fu shuddered, quickly stood up, bowed deeply, and said: "I don't know my wife, please forgive me!"
Mrs. Pei raised her hand and said, "Sit."
Only then did Bai Fu dare to take his seat.
Mrs. Pei said: "I met you last time at the family banquet in Prince Qing's Mansion. I have to say, you really look a bit like your master, Taoist Priest Qingxuan."
Bai Fu saluted and said with a smile: "So Madam knows my master?"
Mrs. Pei snorted softly and said: "Your master was famous in Beijing back then, and no one knew him. It's just that his eyes were higher than his head, and he only saw the royal family."
Bai Fu heard that Mrs. Pei's words were not good, and he did not dare to talk too much. He held his breath and concentrated, observing the words and expressions.
Mrs. Pei said: "You have only met once, but my Chong'er is full of praise for you."
Bai Fu humbly said: "The lonely girl Lan has a beautiful heart and is so talented that I am really ashamed of myself."
Mrs. Pei was arrogant, speaking more and more vigorously, and her tone became more and more rude: "Xiao Zhong is young, raised in a boudoir, and doesn't know how to understand people. Unlike you people in the world, who are sophisticated in human nature and sophisticated in the world..."
The more Bai Fu listened, the more unpleasant it became. Since the other party was an elder, he could only be patient and endure his dissatisfaction.
Mrs. Pei became more and more angry when she saw Bai Fu's humble attitude. When you are polite to others, you must ask for something. She expected that Bai Fu would have some agenda. Finally, she couldn't help but spread her words.
She said: "Then let me tell you straight, I don't agree with your marriage to Xiao Zhong. Although the old man supports you, I am Xiao Zhong's mother. My daughter, I have the final say."
When Bai Fu heard this, he was quite surprised. Although the old clan leader Dugu and Lord Changsun had this intention, they never said it clearly. Mrs. Pei made it clear what she meant.
Mrs. Pei saw the surprise on Bai Fu's face, and felt that her judgment was correct. She snorted coldly and said: "You are such good sons, you should be famous on your own, and you can climb to the top by clinging to your wife's family. It's not a shame."
?”
What a heartbreaking statement, mean and cruel.
What kind of person Bai Fu is, how can he deserve such humiliation?
Bai Fu's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he looked directly at Mrs. Pei and said: "The Dugu family is a powerful family, rich and famous. We are rough, working hard in the rivers and lakes, and don't seek to be heard and enlightened by the princes. Although we are shallow and humble, we are somewhat self-aware, and we really dare not to climb the dragon and follow the phoenix.
.Please rest assured, madam.”
After saying that, he bowed deeply, lifted up his robe, and walked away with a flick of his sleeves.
Mrs. Pei's eyes showed disdain, and she turned to the two maids behind her and said, "You see, these are the children of the common people, uneducated!
You all took note of what he said. Next time you come to visit, see how I embarrass him!"
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When Sword Master Pei Min entered the Hongwen Hall, he saw Mrs. Pei leading a group of princes and ladies to leave in high spirits. The two looked at each other, ignored each other, and went their separate ways.
Pei Min sighed: "As a clan girl, I am more likely to succeed than fail. As long as I show up, I will definitely do no good."