My brother-in-law. How old is he? I drove to his house last night. As soon as the rain stopped at night, Lang Lang was blown away by the strong wind. I stood in a daze in front of several magnolia trees in front of his yard. He told me about these inexplicable aesthetic experiences of listening to flowers. I've been thinking for a long time, but I haven't thought of the right words to tell him. Looking at him, he is also afraid, as if he were a stranger, a little.
I am blank about the relationship and influence of geography on aesthetics. It's already slow. I'll think about it slowly. He lives in the southwest corner of the village, and the isolated mountain can almost overwhelm his house. Huge rocks are exposed at the top of the mountain, full of danger. Fortunately, it is a whole. It is said that there are horseshoe marks left by the general on the boulder on the top of the mountain, so deep that the sea breeze will never blow the sea of Zusanli, but it will not enter the village, so it is necessary to make clouds and rain on the top of the mountain. Longshan Lake, which is about three miles away from Gushan in the west, is often foggy. Once transpiration, it will spread to the wind, watch the gap in the wind, make a crawl and meet the sea breeze. Think about it, everyone thinks it is an unparalleled magical beauty. I don't know what the truth is. There may be many fallacies, but they prefer to think it is the truth. I had an argument with him, but he wouldn't let me express my opinion, but stuck to his guns.
I do believe that he knows a lot about aesthetics, although he can't and has no reason to set foot in the field of beauty. The aesthetic composition and seasonal tree planting in front of his house are absolutely the most aesthetic principles.
There is a river in front of the door that never dries up. It is very narrow, only two and a half meters wide. The steep river bank is made of rocks. Feng Shui (although I don't believe in Feng Shui) is enough to make people admire. There are mountains to lean on behind the house, river runoff in front of the door, and mountains and rivers for me. It's all good feng shui
Four magnolia trees here bloomed last night. When I went, according to him, it was just telepathy with flowers, as long as you believe in telepathy.
The crown of that magnolia tree covered the street. Starting from the northern end of the road, this is the end and the end of the flower, giving you a brilliant ending. This is the conception and arrangement of Dying Zhang Xianzhi. Bright and clean, blooming dew, shaken by the rain, as if pulling a veil. Just with the help of the wind, throwing it on my body opened my mind and made you ashamed to see her privacy. It is very beautiful to have a Yushu tree in the breeze. I think the person who invented this phrase to write trees is definitely a smart guy with terrible eyes. The petals of Magnolia grandiflora are lightly painted with delicate light green, which is also like a circle inlaid with green jade, but it is irregular. If it is too regular, it may be restrained and look fake. Every flower has a repressed arrogance, and so does Magnolia. I dare not pretend to breathe calmly as usual and directly photograph people's souls. "Graceful new makeup Yu Jieming, Su E Qiandui Xuewei." Still the poet's concise ecstasy. I don't think there is a kind of beauty, but it has a deep charm of beauty. When you look at it, you are afraid that the beauty will say that you don't respect yourself; It's hard to close your eyes and be afraid of flying away like a fairy.
In the west, that is, in the middle, are two purple magnolia trees. Although the moonlight hasn't come yet, the clear night sky can be used as the background for her layout and rendering. The tightly wrapped petals refused to spread, but they all held the stamen and made a stiff appearance, just like the collar of a cheongsam, all stood up and held the jade man's neck. Xia Zi wipes lightly, the clouds peep low, plump and graceful, full of self-sustaining, just like a concubine's Chu Qing, evoking a flush, more like a gorgeous makeup falling from the sky, without a trace of jitter, coming straight to your drunken eyes, and eager to jump into your arms. At this time, even you subconsciously have the urge to hold the jade in your arms. Tender feelings and mellow buds have become a magnificent scenery. Especially when two plants are adjacent, you don't know how to choose. That kind of brilliance fills your eyes and moistens your heart. The so-called "weakness, shame is unbearable" is probably this modality.
The westernmost is the Huang Yulan tree, a plant. Can't stand the influence of big red and purple. That yellow plant, as light as yellow rice, is more enjoyable. I didn't enjoy it during the day, and it was quieter at night, but she was wrapped in gold, and her true colors never dimmed because it was getting late. It seems to be a poem, probably because I was called out by the poem and thought of "Fu Huang's daughter Yan Ruyu, Yuquan is clear and rippling". You just rack your brains and try your best to create the most beautiful and gorgeous poems for her. This is not an exaggeration.
Proud of the branches, eye-catching and warm-hearted; Not bad, scattered flowers are out of order; Oil is tender and saturated, and the spirit is like a flower. Exquisite but not demon, elegant but not dazzling. Be graceful as a beautiful woman, don't be crazy in the wind.
Look, I'm really drunk, my brother-in-law said, pulling my skirt. Can't you move all the beautiful women in front of my house home? Yes, beauty can't be taken away. Just flash your eyes and nourish your heart. You can click at most and leave a beautiful picture.
He said, you really don't know what I was thinking. Magnolia greets me at sunrise, and I look at it every day, even though it only blooms for a few days. The middle is for middle-aged people like us. Purple is the most plump Yang, and this family depends on her in the dark. Yes, these trees have been in front of his house for about 30 years, and I have never given her more attention. Maybe my opportunity to come is not right, or maybe I don't care when I meet Bloom. Every day when the sun goes down, the sunset glow is the warmest. One plant is full of yellow and faintly sent away. You said that giving away and leaving are not both subtle and not very grand. It's wrong to be pretentious. Some things, not as strong as possible, should be just right, that is the ultimate. So I left the task of sending the sunset to Huang Yulan. You don't have to send it every day The ceremony will be held in spring. Even if you do it for a whole year, that's what "a year's plan lies in spring" means. Yes, the first emperor Hanwu also had a ceremony to seal Mount Tai for meditation. When did you see what stronghold they set up on Mount Tai and guarded it for several years?
Strangely, the "spring" in his mind is not spring ploughing and spring busy, but making such a prayer without ostentation and extravagance and practical significance. A year's flower business is only in spring. If you do it every day, it must be from a flower shop. You have to make a living from it. That will defeat the flower business.
I'm going to pick up the broom by the door. I'm going to sweep off the petals of various magnolia flowers that hang down. He held my hand and said, there is only one way to go. Can't pick up his flowers, or he just likes to dress like this. "Spring has come out of running water", can he stand the sadness of falling flowers? His village is registered as "beautiful countryside", and the road surface is spotless, leaving nothing behind. Only the petals in front of him are everywhere, and a wisp of fragrance spreads through the breath rising at night. Is it for the faint fragrance of that place? People in Buddhism and Zen, even ordinary people, can't hide the situation of hollow injury and falling flowers. Wonhyo Daisa once said that even if you try your best, you can't stop a flower from dying. So, enjoy it when it dies. I think he should be more than just enjoying it, right? How much practice does it take to turn helplessness into joy!
If you can't see the fallen flowers, then you are not qualified to appreciate them. He said with a smile. Appreciating the flowers on the branches and watching the fallen flowers on the ground are all emotional feelings, and they are interrelated. You should have a tolerant heart. "Appreciate" and "hurt" are the same, you must be qualified.
He said, you know, the hibiscus tree outside the yard can be sent away for one year from autumn to winter, and it can be regarded as fulfilling its mission. He gave Shu Hua reverence and piety for the rotation of the sun and the earth, but he saved time.
Magnolia said that you can leave everything to nature. This is his point of view. In the distance between the tall magnolia trees, there are all bamboos. In previous years, when I had nothing to do, I went to the front of his house to "cool off", lying on the cane chair, drinking a can of beer, spraying a cigarette ring lingering in the air, shaking the ancient cattail leaf fan, sometimes reaching for several seasonal fresh fruit entrances, moistening my throat with warm tea, and talking and laughing with several neighbors. The water in the river slowly lost its loud stirring sound and could not hear the gurgling sound. Only the water in my head will accompany you quietly until I doze off. I know, he once said that bamboo is very good. I immediately blurted out the advantages of bamboo-no bamboo makes people vulgar. He shook his head, which was the judgment and prejudice of the literati and a retreat. We should be true and choose bamboo forests to enjoy the cool. On a hot day, with a bamboo, it will naturally cool down a few degrees.
Is calmness natural? He didn't say, maybe bamboo itself has no temperature. I think of bamboo mats. Density limits heat conduction? In the painter's view, there is a saying that "I like painting plums, but I am angry with painting bamboo". Perhaps the wind of painting bamboo gives people a chill? But it is really bamboo. Oh, I think it still belongs to mood, beauty, elegance of bamboo, elegance, nature and coolness, right?
I specially studied the introduction to aesthetics for one semester, and that was for the exam. His aesthetics is totally primitive, which can't be printed in Introduction to Aesthetics, but it is a great beauty and unique beauty that I have never heard of, although some of you can't explain anything at all. I know that he dropped out of middle school and didn't read many books, but his epiphany and ponder over beauty is not about reading, but a heart for beauty. Some people say that interlacing is like a mountain, and only cents can't be opened. Even the interweaving is ventilated and runs through a vein. He can be said to be a "craftsman" admired by many local people, but he can't be called a "great country craftsman". He can only be regarded as an ingenious family. On this basis, I believe that his explanation and understanding of those beautiful women is not blunt after drinking a little wine.
I gave him a thumbs-up, and he said disdainfully, sour. We are talking nonsense, and you are aesthetic, aren't you? I am speechless.
Some people say that the master has been among the people, maybe. However, the understanding of appreciating beauty is often different from person to person. Whether it is long-term dependence and rich aesthetic feeling, or an epiphany like a diamond sword, just like what you get with a grinder or milling machine, as long as it is beautiful, it is worth pondering, even for a moment, half a life or even a lifetime, and I am afraid that I will get nothing in this life.