Fang Keyin slowly unfolded the painting, and everyone else stretched out their heads to take a look, especially Zhang Zhong. He was aroused by the inexplicable operations of Fang Keyin and He Ruchu just now, and wanted to see what Fang Keyin said.
What exactly is a "clumsy work"?
The painting unfolds from right to left, and after passing through the blank space in the front, some ink clues are revealed.
Looking further down, you can see a mountain, a mountain with teeth and claws.
That's right, the mountain that was exposed first gave Zhang Zhong the feeling that it was arrogant and dangerous.
But obviously there is more than one mountain in this painting. After this mountain, there are mountains one after another. In addition to mountains, there is also water.
In fact, there is no water in the painting, but there is a small boat at the foot of the mountain.
This is the expression of art. Just draw a boat and it will make you feel like there is water.
After the entire painting was unfolded, Zhang Zhong felt that the landscape seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
At the same time, he really couldn't figure out why Fang Keyin showed him this painting.
Does this painting have anything to do with me?
"Brother Zhang Zhong, I wonder how you feel after seeing this crude work by Fang?" Fang Keyin looked at Zhang Zhong and asked.
And Zhang Zhong actually saw a glimmer of hope in Fang Keyin's eyes.
look forward to?
This is why, Fang Keyin is a master of landscape painting, and his paintings have profound artistic conception and great character. What exactly is he looking forward to? It cannot be that he is expecting a layman like himself to evaluate his paintings.
"Mr. Fang, what are you doing?"
Fang Keyin asked anxiously, "Is it possible that after seeing this painting, you don't have anything to say or express, such as thinking of a certain poem, maybe this poem was written by you?"
This made it very clear, and Zhang Zhong suddenly remembered where he had seen this mountain and water. The mountain and water seemed to be from Baiyue.
"Let me remind you that the mountains and rivers of Jiang are far away, but the customs of Baiyue are unique and pleasant." Fang Keyin said again.
Zhang Zhong understood it completely, and realized that Fang Keyin had heard the poem he wrote in Baiyue.
"I didn't expect that my random graffiti would fall into Mr. Fang's ears and make him laugh."
"So, this poem was really written by you? When the tour guide told it to me, I was still doubtful, but now I have the answer. To tell you the truth, this painting was painted after listening to this poem, so I
I have always wanted to write this poem in the blank space at the back. Since this poem is really yours, I will come to you and ask for a poem. I hope you can satisfy my request." Fang Keyin said.
Zhang Zhong suddenly realized that Fang Keyin had heard the whole poem from Yang Kai.
This can be regarded as a kind of fate, and it is also a good thing that Fang Keyin can finish listening to poems and painting.
"It's easy to do, but we don't have a pen now."
He Ruchu smiled and said, "Don't worry, Brother Fang has already prepared and brought everything with him."
Fang Keyin actually took out an unopened brush and a small bottle of ink from his pocket.
"I didn't bring an inkstone, so I had to bring some dishes."
Fang Keyin found the dishes, poured the ink on it, and then started writing by himself.
After he finished writing the pen, he handed the pen to Zhang Zhong and said, "Thank you."
Zhang Zhong took the pen, tried the ink, then the pen, and finally started writing in the blank space.
After finishing writing a poem, he did not sign it, but looked at Fang Keyin and said, "Mr. Fang, I remembered another sentence. I wonder if I can write it down."
Fang Keyin said with a smile, "Don't worry too much, just write what you want."
Zhang Chong smiled, and wrote after another paragraph: The waters of Chu are flowing, and the famous mountains are rugged.
After writing this sentence, he wrote a signature next to it.
In fact, this sentence is a poem that came to mind when I just saw Fang Keyin slowly unfolding the scroll. The general meaning of this poem is: the water on the lake is rippling, and the mountains are endless.
Now I know that the scenery in this painting is the scenery of Baiyue, which also confirms this poem, because the water in Baiyue is also the Chu River.
Xu Yuhan pointed at the poem and said, "How do you pronounce these two words and what do they mean?"
Zhang Zhong explained, "These two characters are pronounced yao and qin respectively, which means profound and rugged."
"Oh, that's it." Xu Yuhan said apologetically to He Ruchu and the others, "I'm sorry, I don't know him very well, I made you laugh."
But Fang Keyin waved his hand and said, "Don't tell me yet. I want to ask even if you don't ask. I don't even know this character."
In fact, the reason why Xu Yuhan asked was because he was afraid that the word was too unfamiliar and would make them feel embarrassed if they didn't recognize it at first. He deliberately asked it first to make the situation less embarrassing. Unexpectedly, Fang Keyin was so free and easy and said directly that he didn't know it either. .
A true master is like this, he never pretends to understand. This reminded Zhang Zhong of the two "writers" he met in England before. Compared with Fang Keyin and the others, they were completely different.
He Ruchu said with a smile, "Brother Fang, you have made a profit. I got the poem you asked for, and also included a sentence. I think this sentence is simple in meaning, but it is very close to the intention of this painting."
He pointed to the first mountain on the right side of the painting and said, "According to me, this sentence should be written on top of this mountain. This mountain is the most rugged in the whole painting."
Fang Keyin curled his lips and said, "Old He, aren't you talking nonsense? How could you write the inscription and postscript here?"
He saw Peng Peng leaning on the edge of the table and looking at paintings, and said with a smile, "Little girl, you also like painting?"
Pengpeng said, "Well, I usually draw too."
"Oh, do you think this painting is good-looking?" Fang Keyin teased her.
"It's pretty."
After saying that, Pengpeng ran back to Zhang Zhong and whispered in Zhang Zhong's ear, "I don't think Mr. Xu's mountain paintings are as beautiful."
Zhang Zhong looked at his daughter, this girl had changed a lot. In the past, she would have said this directly, but now she knew how to take other people's face into account.
As for her feeling that the mountains painted by Xu Yuhan are more beautiful, Zhang Zhong also thinks it is normal. After all, the appreciation of Chinese paintings is too demanding. Although Pengpeng is learning to paint, she is still a child. In her eyes, of course, the flowers and trees painted by Xu Yuhan are the flowers and trees. The dense mountains are more beautiful.
He Ruchu said, "Don't underestimate Pengpeng. I have seen a few of her paintings. Although her techniques are very immature, her coloring style is very unique and her personal awareness is very strong."
Wu Ziyun smiled and said, "Techniques come second. If you can maintain your unique personal style, you will definitely be able to find your own way in the future."
Fang Keyin clicked his tongue and said, "It's rare for you, a representative of hyper-realism, to say something like this."
"Mr. Fang, what you said made me narrow-minded." Wu Ziyun said with a smile, "Since the little girl wants to learn oil painting, she can come to our Central Academy of Fine Arts to see us. Then uncle will show you other big brothers. See if you like any of my sister's paintings."