02 Bamboo Forest Seven Leisure
At that time, the old man had not returned to the west, and every night of the full moon, he would have a lotus pond meeting with a few lifelong confidants at the Nanhai Road Botanical Garden. Nothing more than a pot of white wine, a tail of bass, two preserved eggs with Songhua, four or two fried beef with green onions, and half a liter of peanuts in a Penghu jar. The elders who attended the meeting didn't mention many chopsticks, but they always felt a lot. There was such a time, when the moon passed the middle of the sky, Grandpa Wan called for the guard with a high-five, and whispered a few words. But seeing the guard salute with his boots, he hurriedly left. After about half a cup of tea, the guard went and returned, spreading a layer of woven blanket and a layer of silk on a small stone table next to it, and then lighting a blubber candle light to prepare the four treasures of the study. Elder Wan took a full drink, stepped forward, flicked his sleeves and lifted his pen, and gently dipped a bit of ink into the inkstone; immediately flying dragons and phoenixes, dancing cranes capture snakes, and drew a bamboo forest.
"It's dripping! It's dripping!" The old glutton Wei Sanye, nicknamed Baili Smelling Fragrance, hurriedly said: "Looking at Wan Lao's paintings is like looking at Pao Ding Jie Ni, the official wants to do but the god wants to stop, Mo Wei Fa And the air comes first, wonderfully wonderful—"
The words were not finished, but Old Man Wan raised his hand to stop. Before everyone could speak, two lines of tears were already dripping from Old Man Wan's face.
"When Wan was a young man, he studied calligraphy and painting. He had a romance. After being instructed by a senior in the township, Fang Fengwu, for a few years, it was already a matter of the Guangxu period. Fengwu announced to me:'The gentleman writes bamboo, whichever is lonely and cold. The villain writes bamboo and loves its branches and vines.’ This makes a lot of sense. Think about it: how difficult is the layout of a lone bamboo into the picture? It’s a bunch of messy bamboos, no matter it sways, leaning forward and backward, as if always Some of them are hidden and supported. The reason is here." At this point, Old Man Wan suddenly stopped, lifted his cuffs to wipe the tears from his cheeks, and sighed.