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Really, even when I have begun to like Chu Ge as a friend, I cannot fully accept all his works.

I always feel that there is a sense of insouciance in many of his works. When this feeling is used well, it is unrestrained. When it is not used well, it is careless. And I have always been interested in carelessness. Painters have deep prejudices.

Fortunately, Chu Ge's paintings still contain very strong enthusiasm, and often have a joyful innocence and simplicity, which can make up for his shortcomings in management and skills. In fact, if a person can do the appraisal of antiquities in the Palace Museum, have unique research on painted pottery, bronzes and jades, and can write poetry and calligraphy, then we really shouldn't treat his paintings Can't be too demanding, can it?

So, every time I see his ink paintings and prints, I accept and appreciate them with a very happy mood. Sometimes I can enter his freehand literati realm, and I feel that there is something His interest.

So, when he asked us to go to his studio to see paintings that day, I went with this relaxed mood. I thought, since I like this friend, then there is nothing wrong with relaxing my standards and liking his paintings! Isn't it?

The weather was very hot that afternoon. His studio was a dormitory in the Forbidden City. The road in front was probably to be widened or something, and half of the house was demolished. We had to go around to the back and cross a path filled with rubble. Only then can we find the back door of his house.

The back door is open, and the messy furnishings in the room can be seen at a glance. The screen door is not locked, and only a dustpan is used to block the door. We originally thought it was locked, so we all stopped in front of the door and waited for Chugo who came later to open the door. Unexpectedly, he came running over with a smile, took the dustpan away, and kept shouting:

"Please come in." ! Please come in!"

I was a little confused. A large group of us, including Chu Ge, had been outside for a long time. Is this the dustpan that holds the door to his studio?

Where are his paintings? Could it be that he hid all the paintings and was so confident?

After entering the door, we all had this question, so we all asked him in unison:

"Where are your paintings?"

The room is nice. It was hot. Chu Ge was busy plugging in the small electric fan in the corner, and was busy clearing away the tissue paper, rice paper and newspapers on the chair. The floor was also covered with layers of old newspapers in a mess. I felt upset and angry all over. , I have never seen such a small and chaotic studio. What kind of things can Chugo paint in such a room?

"Where are your paintings?" someone asked him again.

Chugo pointed to the ground nonchalantly:

“They’re all here!”

Then he walked over and picked up the old newspapers spread on the ground. Lift up a layer. Laying flat at the bottom are his paintings that have been painted and framed. They are piled up one after another. It takes two people facing each other to help each other to turn over the paintings one by one for everyone to see.

Chu Ge’s explanation was that it was flatter on the ground and the area on the ground was larger. A friend asked him jokingly:

“You don’t lock the door either. , Aren’t you afraid of thieves coming to steal the painting?”

Chugo’s answer was really annoying. He said:

“I don’t think any thieves will come. What I’m afraid of is just around here. If a cat comes in and pees in here, I will be in trouble! That’s why I blocked the screen door with a dustpan.”

While they were laughing and asking each other, I kept silent. say. I really don’t want to talk. If a painter thinks that the only enemies he has to guard against are a few nearby wild cats, and if he thinks that the best thing to guard the door is a dustpan, there is no need for me to speak.

Opening the paintings one by one, like his usual style, there are some good paintings and some not so good paintings. Frankly speaking, apart from being reluctant to work hard on his paintings, his paintings actually also have a touching quality, so after I read them one by one, people became quiet.

How to describe his characteristics? Perhaps, Chu Ge's works and his people have this feeling. The painter's heart is just like the warm rice paper and cotton paper in front of him. Because of its whiteness, its lack of caution and resistance, as long as a drop falls, it will spread to a large piece of ink on the paper, spreading naturally and gently around to form a beautiful scenery.

Looking down one by one, the artist's face was revealed bit by bit, and then, that large picture of mountains suddenly loomed in front of him.

"Oh my god!"

I remember that I exclaimed in surprise at that time, the voice was very soft, only I could hear it, and only I could feel the impact in my heart. and pain.

The entire banner is a whole mountain of mountains running vertically and horizontally. I say it is "running fast" because the painter has a momentum of flying when he writes, but between the sharp strokes, there are also mountains. The thick and steady texture extends continuously, and there is a majestic confrontation between the peaks. A bright moon hangs high above the mountains. All the black lines in the gray-blue moonlight make the mountains dark and desolate. .

The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains,

among the vast sea of ??clouds.

The wind blows tens of thousands of miles,

Blows the Yumen Pass.

Han Xia Bai ascended the road,

Hu took a peek at Qinghai Bay.

The origin of the battlefield,

No one returned.

......

Chu Ge wrote the entire poem "Guan Shan Yue". You can imagine the joyful mood he felt while writing the painting. It seems that the whole momentum of the wind and sand in the desert in front of the Qilian Mountains has been moved into the painting, and that is my Qilian Mountain, that is the Qilian Mountain that I am connected by blood!

I raised my head to face Chu Ge and asked him softly:

"How did you draw this picture?"

He said:

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"I don't know, I just feel that I have to paint like this. After I finished the painting, I wrote a poem. I was shocked by the momentum in the painting. I didn't expect that I could paint like this."

< p>His voice when he answered me was also soft, without his usual nonchalance at all. His voice was also almost serious and sincere.

In front of such a work, everyone is silent. What else is there to say?

When faced with such a work, any words are redundant. Between the moonlight and the mountains, there are the battles of the Han and Tang dynasties, as well as the shadows of our era. There is the sadness of Li Bai. There are also the vicissitudes of Chu Ge's own life. All the painful experiences that words cannot describe, Chugo painted them into this painting.

I suddenly no longer dared to be a little dismissive of Chu Ge. There must be a reason why he can draw such a work. It is by no means as simple as Chugo himself said. No one can draw an entire calm and desolate building without "knowing". Mountains come.

I think Chu Ge should have known about it when he was painting. He should be very aware of the coming of the wind and sand, the direction of the mountains, the coldness of the moonlight, and the boiling blood in his heart. He should be aware of these clearly when he was drawing stroke by stroke. It's just that maybe it was because the force was too strong, the waves were too turbulent, and his heart was so full that he felt slightly drunk when he wrote, covering up everything else.

In fact, in ordinary days, those things exist and have never left.

In Chu Ge’s heart and in his writing, those things have been waiting, waiting for the moment to be awakened, stirred up, and expressed.

As Chu Ge’s friends, we have to start to become serious about him and start to make demands on him:

“Please make good use of the power in your heart and writing, Chu Ge , we ask you to continue painting well for this generation of Chinese people.”

Because this is no longer a game of personal pen and ink, but the responsibility and obligation of the painter.