Traces of Wenzhou Zhu Ziqingyi "The moon is hazy, the birds are hazy, and the curtains are rolled with red begonias." This is a small banner more than a foot wide, painted by Ma Mengrongjun.
In the upper left corner, there is a green curtain slanting, sparse and long; one-third of the vertical part of the paper and two-thirds of the horizontal part.
In the center of the curtain, there is a yellow hook like a teapot spout - is it the so-called soft gold hook?
There are two tassels hanging from the "hook bend", stone blue in color; the silk strands are slightly messy, as if they are being dragged in the breeze.
There is a full moon on the right side of the paper, and its faint blue light fills the paper; the moon is pure, soft and peaceful, like the face of a sleeping beauty.
Stretching diagonally down from the upper end of the curtain to the right is a branch of intertwined crabapple flowers.
The flowers and leaves are sparse, staggered up and down, with five clusters in the middle; some are scattered or dense, all are exquisite and well-organized.
The leaves are tender green, as if you can pinch water; shaded in the moonlight, there is a slight difference between light and dark.
The flowers are in full bloom, the red color is flowing; the yellow stamens are vivid and shining.
Set against the greenery, it feels particularly enchanting.
The branches slant and move like a girl's arm.
There is a pair of black starlings resting on the branches, facing the curtain with the moonlight on their backs.
One rests higher, its small eyes half-open and half-closed, as if it was still nostalgic for something before falling asleep.
The lower one turned away to face this one and was sleeping with its neck curled up.
It was empty under the curtain, without any trace.
Just imagine that on a hazy night with a full moon, the begonias are so charming and blooming; why do the good birds on the branches sit on both sides and each dream?
In the dead of night, why did the starling sitting high up there keep its eyes open and refused to fall asleep?
What on earth was he waiting for?
Are you reluctant to part with the pale moon?
Are you reluctant to part with that sparse curtain?
No, no, no, you have to look under the curtain, you have to look in the curtain - should you find the curtain roller?
His charm and charm are like this!
Is there only the moon in the dim sky? Is there only a bird in it?
However, we are so far away from each other, how can I endure it?
I kept calling for you; can you come out?
The layout of this painting is so economical, and the coloring is so soft and vivid, so it is splendid and moving.
Although it is only a small size, the emotional charm is so thick that it is more than enough to fill the heart.
I saw this painting.
Shocked: I can't control my nostalgia.
Therefore, I wrote down the impressions I felt in detail to remember this period of fate.
But I am a layman when it comes to Chinese and Western paintings, and what I say will inevitably be laughed at by experts.
——Then it’s up to him.
Made in Wenzhou on February 1, 1924.
Second green When I went to Xianyan for the second time, I was surprised by how green Meiyutan was.
Meiyutan is a waterfall pool.
There are three waterfalls in Xian Waterfall, with Meiyu Waterfall being the lowest.
When I walked to the edge of the mountain, I heard the sound of flowers. When I raised my head, a strip of white and shiny water appeared in front of me, embedded in two wet black edges.
We first went to Meiyu Pavilion.
The Meiyu Pavilion is facing the waterfall; sitting by the pavilion, you can see the entire waterfall without raising your head.
Deep under the pavilion is the Meiyu Lake.
This pavilion stands on a protruding corner of the rock, and is empty from top to bottom; as if a goshawk is floating in the sky with its wings spread.
There are mountains on three sides, like half a ring surrounding it; people feel like they are at the bottom of a well.
It's an overcast autumn day.
Slight clouds flowed above us; the rock faces and grasses all revealed a bit of green from the moisture.
And the waterfall seemed to be particularly loud.
The waterfall rushed down from above, as if it had been torn into several large and small strands; it was no longer a neat and smooth cloth.
There are many edges and corners on the rock; when the waterfall passes by, it makes a sharp impact and splashes like flying flowers and broken jade.
The splash of water is crystal clear and multi-awned; looking from a distance, it looks like one after another small white plum blossoms, falling one after another like a light rain.
It is said that this is why Meiyu Lake got its name.
But I think it is more accurate like Yang Hua.
When the breeze picks up, the little bits drift away with the wind, and they are even more poplar flowers.
——At this time, something happened to be sent into our warm embrace, and then it quickly got in, and could no longer find it.
The shimmering green of Meiyu Lake attracts us; we begin to chase her divine light of separation and separation.
Holding on to the grass and rocks, I carefully leaned down, bowed through a stone dome door, and arrived at the edge of the clear blue pool.
The waterfall is between the sleeves; but there is no waterfall in my heart.
My heart swayed with the green of the pool.
The intoxicating green is like a huge lotus leaf, full of strange green.
I wanted to open my arms and hug her; but what a delusion this was.
--Standing by the water, looking over there, it actually feels a bit far away!
This tiled, thick accumulation of green is really cute.
She is loosely wrinkled, like a young woman's trailing skirt; she is fidgeting gently, like the beating heart of a virgin in first love; she is smooth and bright, as if she has been coated with "varnish", with eggs.
It's so soft and tender, making you think of the tenderest skin you've ever touched; it's not mixed with any traces, just like a piece of warm jasper, with only one clear color - but you can't see through her.
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I once saw the green poplar trees in Shichahai, Beijing, but they couldn't get rid of the goose-yellow color, which seemed too light.
I once saw the tall and dense "green wall" next to Hupao Temple in Hangzhou, with endless green grass and green leaves overlapping it, but it seemed too dense.
For the rest, the waves in the West Lake are too bright, and the waves in the Qinhuai River are too dark.
My dear, how can I compare you to you?
How can I compare?
Probably the pool is very deep, so it can contain such a strange green color; it is as if a piece of the blue sky has melted into it, making it so fresh and moist.
--That intoxicating green!
If I could cut you into a belt, I would give it to that light dancing girl; she would be able to float in the wind.