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The above picture shows "Middlehannis Avenue" by hobe ma( 1638- 1709), a great Dutch landscape painter. This work is the most famous among Dutch artistic achievements. Hobbema likes elegance, jumping lines, scattered lumps, changing terrain, charming episodes and profound scenes, and each part looks like a painting in a painting. Like Van Gogh, he was not recognized when he was alive, but the light of genius, like starlight, will be noticed one day.

His masterpiece is The Road of MiddleHanis, which is called Merging Trees for short (also translated as Village Road, Boulevard, Tree-Clip Road, Forest Path, Merging Tree Road, Middle Harkness Trail and Middleharness Avenue).

Hobema is a student of Jacob Van Ruisdale (1628/1629 ~1682). It is self-evident that he was influenced by the master in technique, but his artistic style was not the same, and he was not as prolific as Ruizdale. Generally speaking, Ruisdale's landscape paintings tend to be melancholy and sad, while Hobbema's paintings are clearer and simpler, and full of more cheerful atmosphere. This is mainly because the former mostly depicts barren hills and swamps, silver-gray sky and vast plains; And every painting of the latter, like pastoral poetry, has an elegant earthy flavor. The tranquility of the countryside is fascinating and intoxicating. In particular, this "Parallel Tree Road" is exquisitely crafted in this respect and is also the most praised by people.

This parallel tree road, which has now become a classic landscape painting, depicts a very ordinary muddy village road, with many ruts of different shades printed on it, and thin and tall trees lined on both sides, which are uneven and even, very symmetrical and changeable. At the other end of the path, a villager stood with an animal. At a fork in the road on the right, there are two rural women walking and chatting. The close shot on the right is a plantation, and a peasant woman is pruning branches. The lower the horizon is, the more places are left in the sky, and painters have more possibilities to describe the beautiful sky of Xia Wei steamed by clouds.

Why does such a seemingly unremarkable picture have such great artistic charm? Any good landscape painting is always a blend of emotion and scenery. Hobbema is an idyllic landscape painter with strong feelings for his hometown. Although he didn't have many works in his life, he made on-the-spot observation on each painting and seriously realized the beauty and poetry of nature. Parallel Tree Road shows a beautiful perspective of rural scenery. The painter reproduces this pastoral scenery with a strong sense of perspective in the language of poetry, giving the viewer a comfortable aesthetic feeling. Farsightedness makes people feel relaxed and happy. The sides are so symmetrical that they look stable. The subtle, rhythmic, diverse and unified details, like the notes with slightly changed jumping strength on the piano, are not dull at all. On the contrary, they look relaxed and happy. Rows of branches are strewn at random, close-up dark trees and planting forests alternate with each other, in the distance, the spire of a church is on the left, and two high-topped huts are on the right, all of which are carefully conceived by the painter. The rigorous perspective of Vanishing Point takes the audience's mood far away. Because this painting successfully shows the technique of focus perspective, it has always been regarded as a classic demonstration work in the teaching of art techniques.

The diversity of Dutch painting themes reflects the richness of Dutch social life like a mirror. In landscape painting, these two masters-Ruizdal and Hobbema-showed us the natural richness of the Dutch countryside.

The following is the literati's evaluation of Hobema's bumpy life.

How far is Amsterdam from Xiaotangchong?

This is obviously an absurd question, an inexplicable and puzzling assumption, because they are two completely different villages in two completely different countries.

Amsterdam is the hometown of Dutch painter Hobema in the16th century.

Xiaotangchong is my home.

I clearly know that there is no relationship between villages in these two different countries, but whenever I read any landscape painting in Hobema, I still associate Amsterdam with my hometown Xiaotang. This connection allowed me to get a close look at how Hobbema used his brush to graze in Amsterdam. It is true that Hobema is the greatest and most outstanding shepherd boy. He has been herding cattle in Amsterdam all his life. He paved the endless grassland for Amsterdam, with bright glass. Then, birch trees, waterwheels, ponds, farmhouses and wheat fields were all rushed at me by Hobema with a brush. I found that these landscapes and images are gathered on the artistic grassland built by Hobma like sheep and cattle full of spirituality. I saw all the trees, cottages, fields, ponds, or all the sights and images in Amsterdam circling around the grassland built by Hobbema like fat cows, and they all exuded a mellow and rich milk fragrance. However, at this moment, I also saw a whip. I saw that this whip was beating the cows carefully fed by Hobema through the Dutch smoke in the middle of17th century. Hobema looked at the waving whip in horror, as if he had suddenly found a wild animal. He doesn't know why Dutch society denies and rejects his meticulous grazing of this realistic art. He can only cry at the injured cow.

Hobema's paintings were not accepted by the Dutch school until18th century. It is not difficult to infer that Hobema has been dead for nearly two hundred years. Due to long-term neglect, how Hobema managed to graze his landscape paintings is not recorded in detail in the history of Dutch painting. Later, people learned that Hobema was finally forced to give up painting because his painting could not help him maintain a normal life. Why can't there be Hobema under the Dutch sky? It seems that the answer can be found in Van Gogh, who was born in18th century. Van Gogh and Hobema were both poor and miserable because of painting, but they were both geniuses. If Hoberma knew that there was a genius behind him who was born in the country like Huang Ye, he would be as unlucky and poor as he was. Would Hoberma interrupt his landscape painting creation?

Fortunately, this is an interruption, not an abandonment.

If Hobema's insistence on landscape painting is compared to grazing, his interruption is like driving a group of beloved cattle and sheep from the pasture into a dark room and living with them all the time. There should be a bright lamp in a dark room, as hot as the sun, as bright as the moon and as warm as starlight. Needless to say, this is the soul of Hobema. Although the light of the soul cannot dispel the entanglement of poverty, it can shine on cattle and sheep that have lost their pasture. Through this bright and intense light, we can even see that these cattle and sheep, who are helplessly locked in a dark room, are wiping the dust and sadness in Hobema's eyes with their simple and noble fur, and singing loudly for Hobema's poverty with their moving Cleisthenes sound.

Hobema is really depressed. But he never injected sadness into the glaze like his respected teacher Ruisdal, which made the painting look gloomy and sad. Hobbema is the opposite of respecting Mr. Ruisdal. He doesn't want to add a tear to the glaze of his painting and sigh. He turned all the bitterness in his life into an oil lamp and oil in it, let it burn forever, let the burning flame wait in that dark room, and accompany his cattle and sheep and his spiritual pasture.

At this time, although Hobbema will also appear in some salons in the Netherlands, he was not rejected because of his paintings. His fat cows and sheep were whipped and driven away, and he raised a butcher knife to kill the cows and sheep he had carefully fed. Even in extreme poverty, Hobbema never forgot his role as a shepherd boy, a frail old shepherd boy. He still wears a golden straw hat with a broken edge and holds a whip every day, walking leisurely on a huge pasture as thin and old as him, which is farther than the Netherlands and even Europe. The fresh breeze blew his hair, which fluttered like the branches and leaves of birch trees around his village, giving off a series of summoning whistles. The midday sun shone like golden wheat from the dense holes in his golden straw hat. This is his exquisite food. With the feeding and nourishment of these grains, he didn't fall down beside his cattle after countless famines. Cattle's eyes support his tired body like birch trees, which makes Hobema full of almost grateful love for these cows, even though they were originally fed and fattened by him.

Although Hobema knew that poverty had been staring at his steps with red eyes and that it was not easy to get rid of poverty, he never stopped walking. He wants to fight poverty through endless walking, so as to overcome the arrogance of poverty. He wants to find his way home while walking. Although he has basically lived in Amsterdam, he always feels that Amsterdam is both his birthplace and his home. He started from here and then arrived in this area. His birthplace and destination are in the same village, but he has been walking all his life.

There is no length to walk, just like the distance between the sky and the soul.

More often, the sky is closer to us and the mind is farther away from us.

We always want to go home, but we can't get close to our home and reach it all our lives.

So I often associate my hometown Xiaotang Village with Hobema's hometown Amsterdam.

Because I want to go home with Hoberma, I can only follow him and see how the quiet Hoberma chooses the way home.

Hobbema didn't give up his nomadic career. 1689, when he was 5 1 year old, that is, the year before he was about to bid farewell to Amsterdam forever, bid farewell to his beloved sky and earth, bid farewell to waterwheels and ponds, bid farewell to villages and fields, bid farewell to the noise and tranquility of the world of mortals, and a stunning artistic dark horse suddenly ran out of his endless pasture, which was enough to achieve Hobema's landscape masterpieces and all outstanding scenery in the world art world.

So, time and time again, I saw Hobbima riding this dark horse from Amsterdam like a shepherd boy. He whistled and looked around all the way. His head is still the shabby straw hat, and the sun still shines from the hole of the straw hat like golden wheat. He walked quietly and peacefully, from the entrance of Amsterdam, to the upper class in the Netherlands, and to the whole of Europe. The last whip, the black horse crashed into the National Gallery in London, England. Hobema has been walking like this for nearly two hundred years.

There are several transliteration in the forest path. Some people translated him into avenue, others translated him into village road. Although the transliteration is different, the word "Dao" has not been ignored.

This is really a muddy village road. The birch trees on both sides of the village road shoot into the endless wilderness like two flexible and sharp eyes, and then gather in the distance. The church on the left and the farmhouse on the right constitute a kind of religious distance and return. How can the sky in Amsterdam be so low? The clouds in the sky look heavy and light. It seems that they will fall down at any moment and press on Hobbema's head. By the way, is that dog-keeper Hobma who just came back from grazing?

Following Hobema, I wanted to tell him everything I saw, but I didn't have the courage to say it after all. I'm afraid that Hoberma will despise my superficial understanding of the paths in the forest. However, in the end, I couldn't help but ask Hobema foolishly: Is this your way home?

Hobema didn't answer me. He just looked at me with endless, hot eyes and motioned me to go with him. That look clearly told me that I can also reach my hometown Xiaotangchong from Amsterdam. Because all the roads leading to the home of the soul are connected.