See Wu Li.

Zai Wu once thanked his brother for his two works, Apricot Blossoms and Spring Rain in the South of the Yangtze River and Hometown of Mountains and Rivers.

? In recent years, brother Wu Li has been exploring the realm of five-color ink. Perhaps the improvement of livelihood, in his heart, gradually lit up.

The autumn wind in the north of Saibei is fierce, and the apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River are spring rain. ? Looking back on those happy days, the past is vivid.

In the summer of 20 1 1, I met Wu Li in Xuchang. We met at my stall, which was less than 1 meter. At that time, it was an eventful autumn, deeply mired in the debt crisis of the company, and passed the time by setting up antique stalls. On Saturday, the Wenfeng Tower in Xuchang was very hot, and almost no one was there. Wu Li in basketball appeared in front of me, with sweat on his dark face and a simple and honest smile. In order to close my stall business, we had a very speculative talk. After exchanging contact information, he said he was a poet and painter. I was quite surprised, shook my head and believed him. These days, how come everyone is a literate person! At that time, I just thought that you were a physical education teacher at best and had nothing to do with culture.

? The next day, I returned to Zhengzhou and got a call from Wu Li, saying that I had to look at my things because the road was not very familiar. We didn't meet until six in the afternoon. After greeting, he began to play with my jade pieces, maybe it was fate, maybe it was fate. At the same time, he accidentally broke two pieces of my jade. Although it was worthless, it was enough to upset me. He panicked, said he wanted compensation, and looked sorry. I sighed helplessly. I said forget it, you accompany me to drink, we were very drunk that night.

I finally know that he is a poet, a down and out poet. He is a painter, a poor painter. I am not a person who is confused about his livelihood. I am in the same world, and I am sinking, and my psychology naturally blends together. So we encouraged each other and gave each other the confidence to stick to it.

? Zuo, a native of Pingxiang, Xingtai, is a professional painter. He is good at landscape painting. He has been talented and well-read since he was a child. He is a famous scholar in the county and a teacher of Li Shanlou, a fellow villager.

? A month later, I received the first painting from Wu Li.

A year later, Wu Li will attend the advanced training class of Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts. Maybe because of me, he chose Zhengzhou between Beijing General School and Zhengzhou Branch, or maybe he needs me as a friend who can inspire him spiritually.

After graduation, I stayed in Zhengzhou for development, but my life has not improved and there are many difficulties.

On 23rd, 20th13rd of the twelfth lunar month, Wu Li stepped on the train home and wrote on the train that he refused to go home at the end of the year. I saw it on a short message, but I was moved by it. I'm back ~ crossing the Yellow River empty-handed today, and I'll drink manna one day.

? Maybe talented people have to go through all kinds of hardships to achieve nirvana!

In 20 14, Wu Li's works were finally finished and the landscape was slightly improved. The days have finally turned around, and I slowly walked out of the shadow of the past. But this year, we quarreled many times, often because of different ideas. After drinking wine, we quarreled, which is not enough. When we got home, we called again, until the phone was dead. At the end of the year, Wu Li received a phone call from a fellow villager who was developing in Beijing, and was specially appointed as the executive vice president of Guo Bo Painting Academy, fully presiding over the work of the Academy.

After a serious farewell, the days of quarreling are gone forever.

It's the end of the year. I think it's been a year. Although I often talk on the phone, it's like being with me, but I still miss the days when I talked to each other for a change.

I especially remember the night when I recited poems with Lao Tang, Xiao Du and Yang Ge. And the one you painted ~ Yang Liuan Xiaofeng waning moon.

? I remember saying that when we meet again, I will write an article to commemorate our friendship day. Today, I saw the work you created for me ~ apricot blossom spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Looking at the blue misty rain, I wrote this article and named it Goodbye Wu Li for the time being.

? I wish you and me all the best.

? Hiroyuki 2065438+2006 65438+65438+ 10: 00 am on October 24th.