Paintings before the Wei and Jin Dynasties were mostly used to supplement human relations, facilitate political and religious affairs, and be used for appreciation and decoration by emperors and ministers.
Except for a very small number of scholar-bureaucrats, most of the painters are imprisoned craftsmen.
They were all exclusive to the aristocratic class. In the Wei and Jin Dynasties, all the monarchs were distracted by the turmoil of wars and had too much time to organize their armies and conduct military operations. They had no time to care about arts and crafts. There might be those who were interested in this, but they did not vigorously promote it.
Let it develop naturally.
So painting began to move from the hands of the aristocracy to the people.
Coupled with the relaxed and free environment, a large number of literati painters were born.
Cao Buxing, who was listed as one of the "Eight Masters" of Wu State, Wei Xie, who was known as the "Sage of Painting", Gu Kaizhi, who was named one of the "Three Masters", and Lu Tanwei all came from this period.<
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Lu Wuya couldn't put it down for this painting of Mount Tai. The spirit in traditional landscape paintings focuses on the consciousness of life, which is consistent with the spirit in traditional landscape poetry.
The mountains and rivers in the paintings are not just regarded as scenery, but the painter uses the mountains and rivers to express his soul. The mountains and rivers are the painter's mental images.
In the landscape poems and poems of the two Jin Dynasties, the aesthetic thought of embracing the landscape and pleasing the eyes and the heart has appeared, which has subtly influenced the creation and theory of landscape paintings in later generations.
In the Southern and Northern Dynasties, the center of painting was gradually captured by the thoughts of literati. Due to the participation of literati and officials, painting broke away from its previous functional functions of decoration and preaching, and turned to the sustenance and expression of spirit and ideals. Painting changed from an accessory to life to a work of art.
This painting of Mount Tai "intention comes first" and "ink comes first", which vividly reflects the relationship between the language of ink and nature and creation.
Lu Wuya said again: "The so-called ink painter has a blur of high and low, shallow and deep tastes, and natural literary talent. It seems that it is not because of his pen. Laozi said: 'Mystery is more mysterious, and it is the door to all mysteries.' Xuan is the 'Tao', and ink is the closest to Xuan."
Color is also the closest to Tao and nature. The pursuit of ink and painting and the pursuit of natural literary talent reflect the difference between literati painters and palace painters."
He nodded heavily and said: "Of course, those who study painting must read Lao and Zhuang's books, and those who discuss painting must see famous paintings from ancient and modern times."
Lu Wuya said: "Although this painting is not a famous painting, its artistic conception, brushwork, and craftsmanship have many things that we can learn from. Oh, Mr. Shen, have you ever found the person who painted this painting?"
Hearing this, he thought it was broken. He was really afraid that something would happen. Why did he think of it again? He hurriedly explained with a blushing face: "We have already sent someone to look for it. The garden is so big, and it is not very convenient to find someone. It's not easy to find someone."
Please wait a moment, Weng Lu, wait a moment... Weng Lu, look, there is a poem on it!"
Every time Lu Wuya gets crazy, it's like coaxing a child, heaviness is not an ordinary feeling of exhaustion.
Lu Wuya looked up and saw a line of small words written on the scroll——
Before he could read the four verses clearly, he saw his heavy body swaying twice and almost falling on top of him. He hurriedly reached out to help him: "Weng Shen, what are you..."
The literati around them looked at it carefully, but the four lines of poetry were so small that they couldn't see clearly.
Seeing that Lu Wuya was so angry that his beard stood up, and he was breathing heavily, as if he would faint at any time. This old friend has always been gentle and gentle, and refused to get angry easily. Who has provoked him again?
However, what he didn't expect was that Shen Shen seemed to be shaking with anger at first, but after a while, his whole body straightened his shoulders strangely, and the face that had been facing away from him suddenly turned around. When I came over, it turned out that I was not trembling with anger, but trembling with laughter.
While Lu Wuya was in a daze, a pretty little maid had already squeezed into the crowd, standing on tiptoes, pointing to the four lines of small words with her slender little fingers, blinking her big eyes and reading word by word.
"Looking at Mount Tai from a distance, it looks dark and dark. It's thinner at the top and thicker at the bottom. Just like turning Mount Tai upside down, it's thinner at the bottom and thicker at the top."
Before she could finish reading, there was a burst of laughter from the crowd, and some were clapping their hands and feet with joy.
The little maid also laughed so loudly that her head was shaking with laughter, and she was holding her belly, unable to straighten her waist.
Lu Wuya also laughed, and when he looked heavy again, he stood up straight with an angry look on his face: "Weng Lu, look at it, what a good poem! This painter is in vain to be a disciple of the Holy Sect. , to do such a ridiculous thing, wouldn’t it be an insult to gentlemen!”
The term limerick only appeared after the Tang Dynasty, but the title of this painting is undoubtedly a limerick.
Lu Wuya saw the sudden change in his old friend's face, and couldn't help but shrink his smile, and said with a sigh: "Yeah, it's an insult to politeness, it's an insult to politeness!"
Someone said: "Everyone, hurry up and find out who made this painting?"
"Yes, yes, find this person immediately, find this person immediately..."
Literati, you look at me and I look at you, as if the guy writing limericks is hiding next to them.
"Are you Tong Guangda, Tong Langjun?"
I don’t know who whispered this, Tong Guangda?
He can be considered a well-known figure in Jiangling's literary world, and he does have some talent.
However, after the Western Wei Dynasty captured Jiangling, this guy immediately expressed his loyalty to the Western Wei Dynasty, and now he has become a foster father to a staff member of the West City Defense Lord.
He is only six years younger than the staff member, but he has no shame and is willing to worship an unofficial staff member as his godfather.
However, once this relationship was established, it was indeed of great help to him. In the Jiangling literary world, no one dared to offend him easily.
The reason why some people mention Tong Guangda is because he loves to write this kind of poems.
Everyone was in an uproar. Tong Guangda was too arrogant. He wrote such an outrageous poem in front of a heavyweight in the literary world like Shen Zhong. It was a clear plan to slap the face of Jiangling's literary world.
Literati are the most important people, and many scholars are ashamed of Tong Guangda's despicable behavior. They usually dare not speak out because of the power behind him. When they heard this, someone immediately pointed to the crowd with gloating and said: " Look, Tong Guangda is right under the corridor."
This man is quite shrewd. When he sees people looking in the direction of his finger, he disappears into the crowd with a swipe.
He walked over with a livid face, looked up and down, and asked, "Are you Tong Guangda?"
Tong Guangda has heard of his name, but has never seen him in person. To be honest, he doesn't want to see such a person.
Tong Guangda likes to join in the fun, so he will not miss this poetry gathering.
The staff member's original intention to recruit him was to make him a spy among the scholars in Jiangling, but this guy loved to be independent. Instead of getting along with those scholars, he was isolated and had become invisible. Become an abandoned child.
Tonight, he came to the poetry meeting after being scolded by his adoptive father. He was not happy to begin with, so he drank a few more drinks during the dinner and was already 70 to 80% drunk.
He stood in the corridor and wandered around, vaguely hearing fragments of what happened in the hall, but he didn't know what exactly happened.
He was so drunk that he didn't even recognize the heavy person standing in front of him. His face turned red and he said, "Yes, I am Tong Guangda. Who are you? Did you come to me to compose a poem? Hehe, I told you in advance. I don’t write poems in vain..."
This chapter has been completed!