Sure enough, as Fan Jinshi introduced, the Mogao Grottoes are indeed filled with flying gods.
Compared with the greenness of the first day, today's visit was obviously much smoother.
Speculate the dynasty of the murals, interpret the stories of the murals, and then fully cooperate with the filming of the murals.
Huang Yongyu, Shao Bolin and Shen Congwen each held a flashlight, plus the one in Fan Jinshi's hand.
Four beams of light were directed at the top of the cave at the same time, illuminating the country and the road.
"Come a little further to the left," Jiang Shan said while taking pictures.
The four-person lighting team turned to the left at the same time and started walking.
"After that, go back some more."
Huang Yongyu and Shao Bolin... took two steps back.
"It's almost done," Huang Yongyu kicked Jiangshan from the air: "I just took a few photos, it's still exciting!"
"Yongyu," Shen Congwen slapped his slightly sore shoulders: "The photos should be taken clearly."
"Yes," Shao Bolin nodded and said, "Didn't Xiao Jiang say that he wanted to take a comparative promotional photo for "Nine-Colored Deer"."
"Xiaojiang," Huang Yongyu wanted to say a long time ago: "Don't worry about outsiders now. If you have time, you might as well think of something for Teacher Shen's book."
"Oh, you can't say that," Shen Congwen waved his hand: "Xiao Jiang is also entrusted by others."
Ten years before the catastrophe, Mr. Shen had already compiled the 300,000-word "Research on Ancient Chinese Clothing" in accordance with the instructions of the Prime Minister.
It's a pity that we didn't catch the good time.
After the disaster struck, not only the manuscripts were confiscated, but also the reference materials were swept away.
Afterwards, Shen Congwen wrote another book based on his memory.
However, since his organizational relationship was restored only last year, his name was only re-added to the list of experts this year.
As for publishing a book, according to the original words of the person concerned: Don’t be too anxious, you have to take your time step by step!
Jiang Shan said nothing, just looked at Huang Yongyu and smiled.
"You kid is still laughing," Huang Yongyu kicked his legs in the air again.
Afterwards, I started laughing too.
Cave 329 was excavated in the early Tang Dynasty. The top of the cave is surrounded by flying stars, making it elegant and lively.
Decorated with auspicious clouds and flower petals, it is layer upon layer and magnificent.
"This cave looks similar to what the Five Hundred Arhats saw yesterday."
Zhang Lu raised his head in a daze: "It sparkles like jewels."
"The entire Mogao Grottoes is actually a thousand-year-old treasure house of mineral pigments,"
Fan Jinshi's flashlight waved on the roof of the cave, and suddenly the sky's clothes flew up and the walls were filled with light.
"The green one is malachite, and the blue one is lapis lazuli."
"This is also the reason why it has not faded for thousands of years," Huang Yongyu also added: "Do you know the meaning of the word Danqing?"
Jiang Shan answered while holding the camera:
"Red refers to cinnabar, blue refers to gold and stone. The ancients collected colored stones and ground them into powder, adding glue to make them look like pictures. They can last for thousands of years."
"Yes," Huang Yongyu nodded with satisfaction, as if Jiang Shan was a good student he taught:
"The paintings on the wall all depend on the support of good men and women!"
It takes both financial resources and effort, and it is really not easy to last for thousands of years.
There is a painting from the Northern Song Dynasty that is as famous as "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", but few people have copied it.
The reason is because it is really impossible to imitate.
"Thousands of Miles of Rivers and Mountains" is the only surviving work of Wang Ximeng, a court painter of the Northern Song Dynasty.
This painter, who was taught pen and ink skills by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, completed the famous "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" in half a year when he was eighteen years old.
A whole bolt of silk, fine colored gemstones and thousand-year-old shells were all consumed.
The whole painting is as sparkling as a sapphire, showing its royal aura.
So much so that later generations of the National Palace Museum did not dare to display the scroll because paint would fall off every time it was opened.
However, Wang Ximeng, who dominated the two Song Dynasties with his single article, only lived to be 20 years old before he was sentenced to death by the former Bole Song Huizong.
The reason is that the young and frivolous Wang Ximeng painted another picture of "Thousands of Miles of Rivers and Mountains" after "Thousands of Miles of Rivers and Mountains".
Those who were angry with Song Huizong not only set fire to the painting, but also killed him.
However, in Jiangshan's opinion, it should be that he was exposed to too many harmful minerals while painting.
Click, click, click...
Jiangshan's camera never stopped for a moment.
The film in the bag is visibly being consumed.
Two days later, the visit to Dunhuang came to an end.
Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu bid farewell to the visiting group of veteran cadres in advance.
As for the subsequent adaptation of the musical "Silk Road Flowers", they will have nothing to do.
On the train back to Pujiang, Jiang Shan opened an envelope given to him by Huang Yongyu before leaving.
"What's in that?" Zhang Lu asked curiously: "Teacher Huang gave you another painting?"
"How can the painting be put in this?" Jiang Shan took out two pages of paper from the envelope: "This is...?"
After taking a closer look, he immediately laughed out loud.
Two recommendation prefaces were written on two pages of letter paper, one written by Shen Congwen and the other by Huang Yongyu.
All are inscribed for Jiangshan calligraphy.
"That's it," Jiang Shan said with a smile, looking at the preface line by line on the paper, "It's not so smooth."
"Jiangshan, let me tell you," Zhang Lu knew that Jiangshan was planning to publish a fountain pen copybook:
"Just show these two prefaces to Pujiang Fine Arts Publishing House, and I'm sure they will agree to publish them."
"There's no rush," Jiang Shan could not afford to wait: "Wait a few more days and see what Yanjing has to say."
In September 1979, the People's Education Publishing House completed a new office building with an area of nearly 10,000 square meters.
Dean Jiang Feng of the Academy of Fine Arts was invited to attend the inauguration ceremony.
When I came here this time, Dean Jiang brought over the drawings of the "primary and secondary school textbook covers and illustrations" that the publishing house had asked the Academy to design.
"How is it?" Dean Jiang asked with a smile: "Are you satisfied with these design drawings?"
"Every one of them is very good," Zhu Ling, the president of the publishing house, after flipping through it, affirmed: "It fits the content of the text very well, and the children will definitely like it."
"That's good. I was originally worried that the publication and distribution of the new textbook would be delayed."
"There is no delay at all," President Zhu said with a smile: "When school starts next spring, students will be able to use the newly compiled primary and secondary school textbooks."
"President Zhu," Jiang Feng took out a manuscript from the bag he carried with him:
"Some time ago, a friend recommended a very interesting book to me, and I brought it over today."
"Oh?" President Zhu was quite surprised that Dean Jiang would also recommend a book manuscript to her? "That makes me want to see it."
The entire manuscript looks very thin and weighs nothing in your hand.
But when she turned the page, she was stunned: "What is this... copybook?"
"Did you see it?" Jiang Feng said with a smile: "It's surprising, right? When I first started looking at it, I had the same expression as you."
"I thought who wrote the novel," President Zhu was indeed surprised: "But... the writing is so beautiful!"
Turned page after page.
Suddenly, President Zhu's eyes lit up: "It's too crowded halfway up the mountain. Let's meet at the top. This is not..."
Before she finished speaking, she quickly said a few words to the staff next to her.
Soon, the staff came back in with a newspaper.
"Director Jiang," President Zhu handed him a newspaper:
"This is a newspaper in Pujiang. They published an article in the weekend edition half a month ago... called an inspirational quote."
Jiang Feng had already seen it: "Let's see you at the top... eh?...The author Jiang Shan? The pen calligraphy published in the newspaper is from this copybook. It seems that someone knows the goods."
"Our publishing house also knows the goods," President Zhu said with a happy smile:
"I originally thought there were too few words in the newspaper, so I was going to contact the author to request a manuscript. I didn't expect you to send the entire book."
"Hahaha," Jiang Feng laughed:
"Pujiang's publishing house didn't dare to publish this book. It said it hadn't published a copybook for a long time. I thought it was a pity, so I sent it to you for a look."
"After 37 years, no publishing houses across the country have published copybooks," President Zhu said, understanding the concerns of his colleagues:
"But now more and more gay people use fountain pens. This copybook not only has elegant fonts, but also has excellent content. It should be popular in the market."
"So, your publisher has agreed to publish this book."
"Yes," President Zhu smiled and nodded: "You ask the author himself to contact us to discuss specific publishing matters."
…
At the same time, Pang Zhonghua, who had arrived in Yanjing for several days, was sitting at Wen Huaisha's home.
"The words are good words." After closing the manuscript, Mr. Wen thought about it carefully: "Since you have found me, I will help you."
His words made Pang Zhonghua extremely excited.
He quickly stood up and thanked me: "Mr. Wen, if my book can be published, you will be my great benefactor for life."
"Don't thank me in a hurry," Wen Huaisha waved his hand: "I'm just recommending it to you. As for whether it will work or not, it's a matter of time."
"I am already very grateful for your words."
According to the memories of later publishers, the reason why Pang Zhonghua became the top player in the domestic copybook market was inseparable from his clever mind.
This man is very good at getting things done. In addition to his friendship with Wen Huaisha, he also likes to make friends with various news organizations.
After my fountain pen copybook became popular, I began to teach calligraphy skills in major colleges and universities.
Every time I go to a place to give a speech, I will contact the local newspapers and TV stations in advance.
From time to time, he would also play the accordion in his speech, euphemistically called it a balance between work and rest.
After that, learning pen calligraphy while playing the accordion became one of Pang Zhonghua’s teaching features.
He soon caught the attention of CCTV and put his classes on the TV screen.
"Let's do this." Wen Huaisha smoothed over the relationship diagram and said, "I'll take your copybook to Dean Jiang to see and hear what he has to say."
"Dean Jiang?" Pang Zhonghua asked: "Which dean Jiang?"
"Of course it's Dean Jiang from the Academy of Fine Arts. He's familiar with the publishing house," Wen Huaisha said slowly:
"As long as he can appreciate it, there should be no problem with the distribution of your copybook."
On the train bound for Pujiang, Jiang Shan, who was sitting in the sleeper car, did not realize that his copybook had already met a strong opponent.
At this moment, he was holding photos taken in Dunhuang.
"Zhang Lu, look here," Jiang Shan said next to Zhang Lu: "This photo is very similar to the sketch of the crew of "Nine-Colored Deer"."
"Well," Zhang Lu compared them back and forth: "Even the colors are similar."
Ever since he remembered the promotional photo of "Qing Ping Le" that day, Jiang Shan had an idea.
"I'm going to publish several sets of comparison pictures in a row," Jiang Shan continued, looking at the photos in his hand:
"The musical "Silk Road Flower Language" will be a hit next month, and it's just the right time for "Nine-Colored Deer" to ride on their success."
"How do you know "Silk Road Flower Language" will be a hit?"
"You can guess it with just your feet," Jiang Shan glanced at the other party: "With so many experts coming together, it's hard to figure it out!"
