Hometown in the dream, homesickness outside the dream.

When I was a child, in late autumn, my mother, who was busy in the kitchen, asked, how can I still hear the chirping of cricket? It is this

Hometown in the dream, homesickness outside the dream.

When I was a child, in late autumn, my mother, who was busy in the kitchen, asked, how can I still hear the chirping of cricket? It is this cricket that, after decades, has instantly returned to my childhood hometown of Kang.

At that time, my father worked in another country, and Li Xueming lived in the country with his grandfather and mother. It is not difficult to make a living, but my grandfather is very diligent in making paper, making kites, inserting wormwood and pasting couplets ... a porridge and a meal are full of farmers' respect for things and precious time. In his grandfather's love for life, Li Xueming was immersed in the local solar terms civilization. He said, "Cold comes and summer goes, autumn harvests and winter storage. Runyu is old, and the law adjusts Yang. " In this way, it became his cultural gene. The father is very kind to his daughter-in-law. The old man regards his daughter-in-law as his daughter, and the daughter-in-law personally carries soup to wash his back. The warmth of traditional ethics made his childhood full of emotions, and he was calm and upright all his life.

Although the village is small, Tuhai River is very old. In its complex folds, only a few people have passed down. Li Xueming's father writes well, and he wrote many village couplets. Get an old scholar's eye and often go to church for interviews. Li Xueming personally saw the old scholar tear down the double doors of the hall and painted the door panels with black paint: real estate depends on farming, and everything grows by labor. On summer nights, intermittent flute sounds will be heard on the roof of the village east, accompanied by the cool breeze and bright moon, which are deeply engraved in Li Xueming's heart. Li Xueming regards this village as an eternal source of peach blossoms. In this Peach Blossom Garden, the retired military doctors of the Kuomintang troops showed it to him. His father taught him Liu Gongquan and his father taught him mustard seed garden.

Even in the countryside, it is warm and cold at first sight. The son of a rich farmer, unmarried in his 40 s, is digging coal in Shaanxi. On my way home to see my mother during the Spring Festival, I was smashed to death because of my wallet. Li Xueming's uncle went to Beijing alone, and he didn't know a word. He became an engineer, a self-taught Beijing player, and his birdcage and pigeon whistle were excellent. After many years away from home, I returned to my hometown to recuperate. I attached great importance to the spirit of Li Xueming, the urchin, and vowed to take him out of the village, but in the end I regretted burying my bones. It is the desolation of these things that makes his childhood and hometown in his paintings warm and not thin, with compassion and pity.

Scholars love painting lotus flowers, and one branch and two branches pin their ideals and interests on them. However, the lotus leaves in Li Xueming return to nature, one piece at a time, without excessive explanation. It depends on whether the lotus flowers are intertwined with the lotus flowers and then return to their original colors.

That year, Li Xueming and his friends traveled to Weishan Lake, and after watching "Lotus Leaves Boundless", they strayed into Xiaohu Village in the depths of the lotus. Small villages can be painted everywhere, and the most impactful thing is the endless lotus leaf, which is full of small villages like harvested crops. This scene is injected into Li Xueming's pen from time to time, and even the elegant scholar Gao Shi is more associated with the vitality of the country. The southern mountain hoes beans, one foot bears Tao Yuanming and the other foot bears Su Dongpo. Although there is a lot of inappropriateness, there is a feeling of poverty and happiness of farmers, and finally the style of painting is simple and not delicate. I think Su Dongpo must have been so happy, not so angry, when he planted stewed wheat himself.

Since then, Li Xueming devoted more time to poetry, and went to Li Jing's reading desk, Bailuyuan Academy and Haihui Temple ... After traveling, he no longer believed in books, and he wrote more calmly, and the mud in his bones became cultural consciousness. Although literati painting is ambitious, it is also full of vitality, without anger or resentment. Even the theme of the boy's ritual Buddha can make the bodhisattva as warm as the neighbor's Weng Yi, and the boy is as happy as his knees, naturally Zen without affectation.

Painting is like this, so is being a man. He lives in a tall building, but he is eager to find a small courtyard and a big pot to keep the warmth of the stove going. Even if you can't, there is a wooden door outside the security door and a few loofah vines on the balcony.

Back in those days, Wu Guanzhong didn't play literature, he was hidden in the common people. He had a haircut of 30 cents once, and talked and laughed with the seller of fried dough sticks, eating and drinking. He was not afraid of being unpretentious and gained great freedom and freedom. I think art and wealth are separated. Carving a beam and painting a building is beautiful, but it hurts nature.

Li Xueming comes from the countryside. Simplicity is both his source and his destination. Any slander he makes is his own.

-Author: Wei Juan