Sketch of Taihang Mountain Grand Canyon-Don't go too far!

I would like to give this document to the people living in the majestic Taihang Mountain!

On October 22nd, Teacher Zhang and other friends who sketched went home first, while Xie Baogen and I decided to stay and continue painting because of our lust for the more and more beautiful autumn scenery of Taihang Mountain. Yang Shiming contacted us with a place called Qingliang Mountain Villa, whose boss was his classmate.

on the morning of 24th, we packed all the paintings and gave them to Shiming, asking him to help us pull them to Linzhou, and then check them when we went down the mountain. After a simple lunch, I said goodbye to all the service staff and thanked them for their services. Although we had no contact, it was a bit sad to say goodbye to each other all our lives. After a short rest, I set off. Along the way, I found that there were fewer students sketching, and the weather was getting colder, so they should go back. As the traffic lane is getting farther and narrower, my eyes wander among the rocks and trees. Suddenly, I think of "A Bitter and Cold Journey" written by Cao Cao when he was crossing Taihang Mountain in the northern expedition of Gao Qian:

How difficult it is to go north to Taihang Mountain!

when the sheep bend, the wheels destroy it.

how bleak are the trees!

the north wind sounds sad.

The bear crouched at me, while the tiger and leopard crowed.

there are few people in the valley, so it's raining when the snow falls!

a long sigh is a long way to go.

why am I depressed?

I want to return to the east.

the bridge is dead in water, and the middle road is wandering.

confused and lost, there is no shelter in dusk.

the day of travel is far away, and both men and women are hungry at the same time.

if you carry a bag, you will get paid, and if you hold an axe, you will be crushed.

Sadness makes me sad.

In my reverie, the car went over the high cliff, bypassed the pig's name stone and turned into a winding mountain road. Not long after, I arrived at the small village where Lao Wu and I drove a few days ago, waiting for Yang Shiming's classmates to pick us up. It happened that a person in the village passed away last night, and everyone was busy leveling the ground to prepare to build a spirit shed. Seeing that Zhang Weisheng, the owner of Yijing Manor, who cooked for us last time, was also present, he shoveled a litter of mice. His hair was not long yet, his eyes were not open, and he struggled helplessly on the concrete floor. Someone took the shovel to fiddle with it, but after a few strokes, the young mice did not move. I wonder in which corner the mother mouse was hiding silently?

sitting in the car and seeing all this, I thought it was really hard to tell the connection between the world and us. We came here to sketch, and it happened that the person we didn't know died, but the person who carried the mouse nest was the only person we knew here. Is there any necessary connection?

will all this happen if we don't come?

The world may be made of coincidence, but what should happen will still happen, even if we don't come.

after greeting the family of the deceased, Yang Shiming's classmate drove us to his manor. I got in his car and asked, "What's the boss's name?" "Don't mention your surname Zhang, Zhang Haigen," I said. "What a coincidence, it's not that a family doesn't enter a house. My surname is Zhang, too, so I've come to trouble you." "You're welcome, welcome!"

It's another coincidence. My classmate's name is Xie Baogen, and his friend's name is Wu Gendao. The three of them gathered together. Is there anything important to happen? I can see that Haigen is a simple and honest person. I am glad to meet such a person. It is a kind of happiness not to bother to think about things outside the painting.

Shortly after the garage, there was a railing crossing the road. Zhang Haigen leaned out and said loudly to the card keeper, "There are two teachers who came to my village to sketch." The man looked at me and then looked at the car and pulled up the crossbar to let us pass. Hagen said to me while driving, "The investigation in the village is strict. Don't say who you are, I will go to the village for the record later!"

I smiled and said, "OK, be careful to sail for thousands of years!"

It's about a kilometer's journey, and Yang Shiming will leave and go back to the Wangs' land when his things are unloaded. I strolled around and looked at the so-called Cool Mountain Villa. She sat facing east and west, located in a ravine, with her back against the east foot of the towering Tianji Mountain, not far from the north wall of the manor. A path hidden by brambles and wormwood was winding and hidden in the forest, which was called the "blindfolded road". It is said that because it was too dangerous, the goddess of the mountain had to be carried blindfolded when she went up the mountain, so it was named as one of the climbing paths for mountaineering enthusiasts. The manor is not very big, but the names of many sketch bases in the canyon are very big. In fact, they are just farmhouses, and many names are getting better and better. However, unlike the feeling of Taihang Mountain, I prefer things like dashuizhang, water section or bottom hole, vegetable ditch and so on. A three-story building is close to the mountain village road, which is a concrete road. A arbor is set up opposite the building. There is a simple room that is the bedroom of Hagen and his wife. There are three or four guest rooms below. Chickens and geese are raised in the woodland in front of the guest room. The hens feed around under the guidance of roosters. Several white geese strut and sing loudly from time to time. There is a dry season drinking water project built by Linzhou Water Conservancy Bureau in the north of the hotel, and the water pipes meander down the mountain road. Hagen said that he could go down to the high cliff platform in fifteen minutes along the water pipe, and the water flowing out of a water pipe inclined from the side was not small, and he rushed out of a small pool on the ground, thinking that it would be very good to raise some fish.

this is the cool manor, which was called vegetable patch ditch not long ago. There is a mountain spring with a large flow. Because there is enough water to irrigate, all kinds of vegetables grow well even in drought, which makes people in other villages very angry. Therefore, it is called vegetable patch ditch. The villagers were grateful to raise funds to build a Longwang Temple in Daoguang period of Qing Dynasty, but it was rebuilt in Xianfeng period, and it was destroyed when the capitalism was broken, leaving only that. In the past, there were more than a dozen families and more than 4 people in the village, each of whom had an average land area of less than one mu. Moreover, many of them were mountainous, barren and narrow, and the output was very low. People often spent hard times in hunger. Except for state relief, when they were hungry, they wrapped a cloth bag around their waist, which contained persimmon, dried sweet potato, hawthorn slices, pepper granules and so on, and went out to beg. When others gave them something to eat, it was regarded as giving them some mountain products.

The so-called "blindfold road" was originally made by villagers who climbed the mountain and traded a small amount of white flour for the potatoes of the villagers on the top of the mountain. At that time, one kilogram of white flour could be exchanged for eight kilograms of potatoes. The potatoes on the mountain were delicious, a little sweet and flour-faced. Zhang Haigen and others would plant the replaced potatoes as seeds in their own fields, but after two or three years, they would degenerate and have to change them again.

Speaking of the past, Hagen sighed, "Oh dear! You don't know how poor we were before! " I asked him doubtfully, "I found that no matter how remote the corner is, there are people. Why did your ancestors run to the depths of this mountain?" "Rich in Sichuan, poor in the mountains. There are many wild fruits in the mountains, such as wild persimmons, which are ripe. They are picked, dried, mixed with millet skins, smashed with stones, dried and ground into powder to become fried noodles, which can barely make a living. "

When I ran in the morning, I saw that the villages were abandoned, and people were no longer in the abandoned houses among the weeds. Nowadays, no one picked persimmons, pears, hawthorn and other mountain fruits, and they all rotted on the ground except birds. I once picked up pears on the ground to eat, which was very sweet! It's completely different from Nanwan and Ma 'an!

Hagen arranged us on the second floor, saying that it was not fashionable, and explained to us: "There are few people in the mountains, and he still has to help. It will take about three days. Take care of yourself except for three meals. I can't take care of you. I'm sorry!" Later, it turned out that he was a real person. In three days, I had to take a bath with cold water when I came back from running in the morning. The room was chilly and Baogen was freezing at night! He did manage to leave us alone, and even the food was sometimes called back from the funeral, which made me feel strange! I found that he didn't even lock the door, and I thought to myself, is this what history talks about: don't close the door at night, don't you pick up the road?

after he left, we arranged things and went to see the scenery.

We came at the most beautiful time in Taihang Mountain. The beauty of the mountain scenery is beyond words. The various gray colors of red, yellow, purple and green are colorful. The mountains near and far are magnificent, and the wind blows a little coolly. There are few pedestrians and vehicles on the road, but the noise below the mountain can clearly spread. It's not far away, and my impulse to paint can't be tolerated. Look at the time, it's less than three o'clock, so I will go back and get a canvas and painting tools to draw.

It's a great honor to sketch with Brother Baogen. His experience, knowledge, experience, knowledge and artistic attainments have benefited me a lot! I like to paint quietly, in one go, while he likes to brag while smoking and drinking tea. When he sees beautiful women, he also likes to harass others. Bragging is also inseparable from women. I laugh at him: "Look at all peaks are breasts!"

I see how charming Castle Peak is, and I expect Castle Peak to see me as such!

jokes are jokes, but his paintings are really good!

His paintings are subjective, and the colors are warm and soft. At the beginning, every painting seems to be scribbling unknown so. Once, a passing boy said that he was a blind painter, which hurt his heart! I've been chanting for this for an afternoon!

However, when his works were completed, the effect was excellent, and he was overall but rich, and generalized but not vague, which touched me a lot. I was just the opposite of him. I started to make them as a whole, and when the layout was completed, I would disrupt the frame and enrich the picture, sometimes it would be difficult to control. Compared with his way, I think I should pay attention to the role of large colors, and only with the support of the whole color can I better solve the visual effect of the picture.

There are also the ways of observation and expression. I also want to reflect on my own shortcomings, and improve my own way by combining with Brother Bao Gen's way. Taking the initiative, active expression should be the solution. I also know that at this stage, my own idea is to draw as subtle as possible to exercise my ability, just as the motto of the Academy of Fine Arts says: Be subtle and be broad!

in fact, being a man and learning is like the place where we are called the bottom of the well when it is clearly the top of the mountain, but the foot of the mountain is called the high cliff terrace. Is this contradictory? Pit frog or tall cliff cypress? Just like Baogen and I, we are building our own world with our own efforts, or are we building walls to turn ourselves into frogs at the bottom of the well? Or set up a high platform to make Thuja? All in their own pursuit and mind. Then again, which is better, frog or cypress? It's always relative. I'm willing to be a cliff cypress when I see sky full of stars in the rain and wind. I'm willing to be a frog at the bottom of the well when I watch only one star. I don't care if he is a frog or a cypress. Besides, a cypress that stands on a high cliff without a mind is a frog at the bottom of the well, and a frog that has an idea of aiming at a thousand miles at the bottom of the well is a cypress on a high cliff; In the final analysis, whether the bottom of the well is a high cliff or a frog or a cypress, you are really comfortable and complacent!

If you look at people from afar, you will always feel relaxed and happy, but if you approach, you will often feel disappointed. The biggest anxiety and fear of sketching in Taihang Mountain Grand Canyon is the pollution caused by the garbage brought by sketchers and tourists. Even if you don't throw away the garbage at will, it is useless to put it in the garbage bin set up in the scenic spot. First, you rarely see anyone to deal with it. Second, you will find a remote place to dump it. You ran from Henan to Shanxi during the morning run.

therefore, it is best to have a panoramic view!

and look at people? If it is a casual acquaintance, distance will bring a good impression. If you have the opportunity to approach a person and feel that he is worth cherishing after some contacts, then this person is really a friend. For example, Li Bai was invited by Wang Lun to play, and when he left, he could write, "Peach Blossom Pond is not as deep as thousands of feet, and Wang Lun sent me love!" Explain that Wang Lun is a person who makes people feel worthy of cherishing!

Xie Baogen is such a person!

I like to be my own person whenever and wherever I can, and I feel relaxed and carefree when I get along with him. His distinctive style is like a tall and straight mountain peak, which is more tenacious after experiencing wind and rain, but he is brilliant but silent as water. But once his enthusiasm is aroused, the roaring river is unstoppable, the wind blows, the rain falls behind, and he is quietly combing himself. Everyone has his joys and sorrows, worldly desires, and saints are no exception. Truth and nature are the true colors, so there is no hero in the eyes of servants!

Brother Baogen is such a person, worthy of trust and treasure! Are we the so-called bosom friends? I don't know, because, I don't know if the so-called bosom friend is like us. In fact, since ancient times, bosom friends have been short-lived, such as Zhong Ziqi and Yu Boya, such as butterfly lovers. Therefore, it is ok to be friends, because we want to draw pictures for decades!

baogen is obsessed with his own world, and although he seems to be casual about his paintings, he should be said to be more serious than me! People who don't understand always think that he is painting blindly, but everyone who knows him knows that his painting is serious. Although he doesn't work as hard as Li He, he often enters the realm of selflessness and cannot extricate himself! What he describes is actually the shape and color he sees in his heart. To tell the truth, I feel a little jealous that he can reach this height. Fortunately, I can erase it and learn from him humbly. Perhaps this is my only advantage. The world is big, there are mountains outside the mountains, and I am the happiest quietly.

I talked with Bao Gen at night and asked him, he said that it is necessary to cultivate one's mind in the end when painting, and I have been through the sea before I know that it is most important to control myself. Practicing Zen Buddhism, meditation and boxing are all about sharpening myself. I cherish what he said: "A good painting is not necessarily a good painting, and what everyone understands is not necessarily a good painting!"

Bao Gen is a person worthy of my admiration in painting, but he is also a normal person. For example, he will be greatly changed by other people's comments. Praising him will make him happy, and criticizing him will make him very restless! He emphasizes cultivation very much. I told him that this is the gradual enlightenment of the Northern Sect. There is a qualitative difference between the gradual enlightenment and the epiphany of the Southern Sect. There will still be mistakes in the gradual enlightenment, and the epiphany is above the clouds, so it is not a problem. Although there are few people who have insight into ancient and modern times, most of them are practitioners of gradual enlightenment.

In life, he often does some ridiculous things, such as this sketch. After he returned to Beijing, he found that the car door was unlocked when he left! He said that he would fall asleep when driving on the highway, and he never remembered the road, which made me feel that I couldn't take his car. Therefore, every time he goes out alone, I will worry that he may get lost. After a long time, I can't help calling him. Every time I leave the sketching place, I will ask him to see if there is anything left. When he takes the train, his luggage is arranged elsewhere by the waiter. He fidgeted along the way, stood up for a while, and then ran to touch it. He can run for more than a dozen times in two hours. My heart can only laugh at him for not practicing enough and being a little stingy!

is he really stingy? Actually, it's not. I talked to him about Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs, and he immediately asked for my address and insisted on mailing me ten crabs to let me taste the authentic Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs!

this is Xie baogen!

People are like scenery, and people like Bao Gen are hard to meet. However, when they are lucky, they can meet one after another like seeing mountains. I have already talked about Lao Wu in "Parting", and the same is true of Xu Xinxiang, an Anyang person I met in this sketch. He also