On the other side of the jungle and golden Yuan Ye, there is the sound of nature ...

The special exhibition of "roving exhibition school" in the Russian National Trechakov Art Museum.

when you enter the exhibition hall, you are confronted with a huge announcement based on Vasiliev's (185–1873) oil painting "Snow Melting" on canvas in 1871. Walking into the exhibition hall is the work of the masters of the "roving exhibition school".

I lingered in front of these paintings for a long time. This is the original work of the masters. I don't know the painting skills or the technical level of these paintings, but they hit my heart. My soul likes these paintings, and it can feel the thoughts and emotions that the painters pour into them, and it is the breath of the gods that meets me through time and space. They are the Russian scenery I read in those literary works, which are far away, vast and rich. Secret ................................................................................................................................................................................ The picture is like a lover's eyes, which shows the beauty, grandeur, colorful, enthusiasm, demure or melancholy of his beloved lover with deep affection.

The idyllic poetry and the rich and sincere feelings that came to my face made me cry. Yes, I think of Ye Saining, the last Russian country poet.

Sergei Aleksandrovic Ye Saining (1895-1925), an outstanding Russian poet, was the real successor of Pushkin's poetic tradition in the 192s. "In Ye Saining's poems, you can smell the fragrance of Russian field soil." Pasternak.

In his poems, he sang with strong enthusiasm about birch forest, black land, golden wheat field, snow-covered Yuan Ye, simple country life, love and life. The countryside will always touch his heart. His praise, nostalgia and worries about the future of the countryside contain melancholy, sadness, tenderness and meaningful artistic conception in his enthusiasm.

(1) Birch

The first poem published by Ye Saining was Birch Tree in 1914, when he was 19 years old. He began to write poetry when he was eight or nine years old, but it was not until he was sixteen or seventeen years old that he consciously wrote. Rich in rhythm and rhetoric, it gives people a fresh and intimate feeling. At that time, he was full of hope and vitality like a strong little birch.

White Birch

(translated by Gu Yunpu)

In front of my window

there is a white birch,

it seems to be wrapped in silver

covered with snowflakes.

The lace of snow embroidery

is covered with furry branches,

clusters of flowers,

hanging like white tassels.

In the hazy silence,

this white birch stands,

in the golden glow,

there are glittering snowflakes.

Walking around the birch

is a late morning glow.

It smears a layer of silver brilliance on the branches covered with snow,

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In the Park Ivan Ivanovich Shishkin (1832——1898)1897/Oil on canvas

Birch is the favorite tree of Russians, which has a particularly tenacious vitality and symbolizes beauty and purity. It often appears in Ye Saining's poems.

"On the morning of Whitsunday, hymns of morning prayers and clear bells resounded through the small birch forest",

"In the forest covered with shadows, she hung jingling earrings on the small birch",

"How I wish to use my body to cling to the bare chest of the birch",

"The golden jungle once talked with each other. Laughing and laughing with birch "

...

(2) Snow

Early Snow Vasily-Dmitrievich-Polenov (1844-1927) 1891/oil painting on canvas

This painting has endless scenery, still colorful Yuan Ye covered with snow, winding rivers and proud.

Ye Saining loves this snowfield, too. He depicts the first snow with vivid brushstrokes, which makes people completely immersed in this beautiful scenery.

I wander along the path of the first snow in 1917

(translated by Li Hua)

I wander along the path of the first snow,

the lily of the valley is in full bloom in my heart,

the stars are shining in the blue night sky,

that is the light reflecting my walking.

I can't tell the light from the gloom in the tree-lined room.

The singing is rippling. Is it the wind singing or the chicken crowing?

Maybe, it's not winter wandering in the fields,

It's swans flying to the grass to play.

how beautiful you are, the mirror-white lake!

the slight cold warms my whole blood!

How I wish to use my body

to cling to the bare chest of birch!

oh, the haze in the deep forest!

oh, the joy of the fields in the cage of snow! ......

How I wish I could use my hands

to touch willow's thick thighs!

(Listen to this joyful and brisk rhythm and look at this charming scenery. I also want to run there and shout out my inner joy. His poems are so infectious. )

1925 (translated by Li Hua)

Listen, the running sleigh, listen, the sleigh is running.

how wonderful it is to disappear in the field with your lover.

The happy breeze is shy and timid,

It rocks along the bare Yuan Ye bells.

hey, sleigh, sleigh! My pale yellow steed!

intoxicated maple trees are jumping in the forest over there.

what's the matter? We approached the way asked by the maple tree.

The three of us danced together with the accordion singing!

Snow Melting fyodor-Aleksandrovic-Vasilyev (185-1873) 1871/Oil on canvas

The poems about snow are full of thriving power. When I see this snow melting, it is still a vast landscape, and the gloom and melancholy are lingering.

In 1925,

(translated by Li Hua)

The wilderness was boundless and the moonlight was bleak,

There was turmoil everywhere and sadness everywhere-

That was the tragic scene I witnessed and cursed in my happy and active youth.

...

Russia with vast fields, that's enough.

Don't plow the land with wooden plows!

even birch and poplar

will be heartbroken to see your poverty.

...

(3) Yuan Ye and Wheat Field

Black Wheat Field Alexei Kondrajevich-Savrasov (183-1897) 1881/Oil on canvas

Golden Wheat Field, Blue Sky, Sacred, Magnificent, Immortal and Nurturing. "Why are my eyes full of tears? Because I love this land deeply." (Ai Qing)

In Ye Saining's works, such beautiful scenery is everywhere, and he always expresses his love for this land.

Looking at the Field and Looking at the Sky 1916

(translated by Li Hua)

Looking at the field and looking at the sky,

There is heaven on the ground and in the sky.

my native land, which has not been cultivated,

is submerged in the ocean of grain.

The woods that have never been grazed,

are crowded with bustling cattle and sheep,

a golden stream,

flowing from the verdant mountains.

Ah, I believe-perhaps,

in order to save the plight of hopeless farmers,

God is spreading sweet milk on his hard-working and lovely hands.

The Road in the Wheat Field (1834-1911) 1881/Oil on canvas.

Ye Saining expressed his love for this land in this way:

"Sweat-soaked black corner,

how can I not cherish you deeply?"

"No matter how beautiful Shiraz is,

it's not as good as Ryazan's vast fertile fields." (Ye Saining was born in Ryazan province. )

"I want to tell you about the field in detail,

rye feeds my curly hair."

(4) This homeland

Night Ivan Ivanovich Shishkin (1832——1898)1871/Oil on canvas

The golden sunshine is all over the earth, and the trees, paths and pedestrians in the poem are all inlaid with Phnom Penh.

Beautiful, My Dear Ross, 1914

(translated by Li Hua)

Beautiful, my dear Ross,

Your farmhouse is like an icon inlaid with gold ...

The blue grassland is endless -

It makes my eyes ache.

Like a pilgrim in a foreign land,

I gaze at your field devoutly.

A few withered poplars can rustle beside the low fence at the entrance to the village.

It smells like apples and honey.

The church is holding a meek Master's Day.

Dancing shadows, melodious drums,

Happy circle dancing on the grass.

along the soft grass path

I ran to the free and open place covered with green trees,

a group of innocent girls came face to face,

the laughter like a silver bell was like the first bud.

If someone calls me with a sacred place:

"Abandon your Ross and live in heaven!"

Then I will answer: "I don't need heaven,

give it back to my dear motherland-Ross!" "

Out of the Church in Pskov

Alexander Ivanovich-Morozov (1835-194) 1864/Oil on canvas

This painting reflects a fragment of daily life in the countryside. People look happy, harmonious and sunny. Maybe it is a beautiful festival.

The Morning of Whitsunday 1914

(translated by Li Hua)

On the morning of Whitsunday, the hymn of Chen Chen's prayer,

The clear bell rang through the small birch forest.

The village wakes up from the dream of the festival, and

The intoxicating spring spreads in the bells of the breeze.

There are tapestries and bushes in the carved window.

I went to mass to mourn for the flowers.

Sing in the dense forest, little birds, I will sing for you,

Let's bury my youth together.

On the morning of Whitsunday, hymns of morning prayers,

Clear bells resounded through the small birch forest.

(5) Leaving his hometown

Ye Saining left his hometown when he was a teenager, and then left after coming back many times. I wrote "I am back here, back to my dear home", "I left my hometown", "I don't regret, I don't call or grieve" and "Letter to my mother" in that parting mood.

as a "great national poet" (in Gorky), Ye Saining wrote nearly 4 lyric poems, describing the countryside, life and love one by one with all kinds of delicate experiences and strokes, beautiful and rhythmic poems, full of passion, tenderness and delicacy, and the fragrance of pastoral fragrance slowly flowing.

His famous works include Song of the Dog, Letter to Mother, I don't regret, I don't call or grieve, The Voice of Moscow Tavern, Love of an Idle Man, Persian Suite, poetic drama pugachev, long poem Anna Sneijina and so on, all of which are worth reading and rereading.

here are a few poems to match this painting. There are paintings in poems and poems in paintings, which is just right.

There are a lot of fine paintings in this exhibition in Shanghai Museum, which are very worth seeing.

The blockbuster Unknown Girl

Unknown Girl

Ivan nikolayevich Kramskoy (1837-1887) 1883/oil painting on canvas

Portrait of Leo Tolstoy

Ilya Efimovich Lie Bin (1844-193) 1883.188888888886 Oil on canvas

Last Supper

Nikolai nikolayevich Gai Yi (1831-1894) 1866/Oil on canvas

Children who ran away from the storm

Konstantin Yegrovich Macovschi (1839-1915) 1872/Oil on canvas < p This is the power of the original!

Thanks to these great artists and poets, who painted and told me what I thought! ? Art and literature have no borders! What they express is the most fundamental part of human nature, which is universal.