Cartoonist's Dream

Ink painting requires meditation to draw "rhyme".

In ancient times, the price of watercolor was very high, and most poor scholars and literati could only use "water" and "ink" as two kinds of pigments for painting.The art of ink painting has been passed down to this day, and in a narrow sense it has become Chinese traditional painting.

The system has cultivated Limuhua and Chinese paintings, so inkstones and inkstones have already been bought and brought home.Due to the step-by-step cultivation of the system tasks, Limu purchased tools such as ink sticks, seals, brush washers, and paper weights early on, some of which are not necessary for painting.However, if the ink painting lacks a seal, it will feel a little strange no matter how you look at it.

Li Mu laid the easel flat, laid out the drawing board, spread a layer of wool felt, and finally pulled out a long roll of rice paper and pressed it on Wen Zhen.He told Katsuo to stand aside and not to make a sound, or to find a place to stay quietly.

There is a saying in the industry: Western painting is the art of "representation", while Chinese painting is the art of "expression". [

In Li Mu's view, although the first half of the sentence is a bit biased, the second half of the sentence is true.Only black, gray, and white are used to present colors, and the brush strokes are definitely not as delicate as pencil sketches. It is difficult for ink paintings to "reproduce" the scenery.Therefore, for thousands of years, Chinese people have been pursuing "expression" far and wide.

——Poetry is the meaning of painting, and calligraphy is the bone of painting. Familiarity with techniques can show the mind.

What ink painting draws is "meaning", which expresses the painter's sentiment and thoughts.

Li Mu secretly sighed, if his Chinese painting had been at the level it is now, he would not have easily lost in the National Painting Grand Prix, at least he would stand out from the crowd in elementary school.After going through that incident, the top three still dare not say they are safe, but no one has any reason to brush off their paintings to the point where they cannot even be exhibited.

Standing in the bamboo forest, Li Mu closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and placed the brush washer, mineral water bottle, pen holder, etc. on the high stool beside him.

Pens—six pens, one soft pen, two hard pens, and three both pens.Limu makes good use of the pens, and prepares a few more.With the wolf hair inside and the sheep hair outside, it can be drawn or rendered.

Ink sticks - use fume ink.Pine smoke is suitable for calligraphy, oily smoke is suitable for ink painting, black and shiny.

Paper—the book-cooked rice paper used.Raw Xuan Xuan is easy to bleed ink, cooked Xuan Xuan is processed with alum water, ink does not penetrate easily, and can be neatly painted, suitable for painting bamboo.

Inkstone - use Chengni inkstone.Not a top grade ancient inkstone.Made of fine mud, the texture is fine and smooth, like a baby's skin.Water storage does not dry up, cold weather does not freeze, hair ink does not damage hair!

Limu added a layer of water to the inkstone, and lightly wiped the ink stick. The ink threads in the water were entwined, like a storm, and gathered into a black in a moment.Then I took out a pen from the pen holder, and stood on a piece of rice paper in front of the painting, slowly looking around the bamboo forest, engraving the scene in my mind, and turning the scene into my own image.

Ink and wash painters must have the meaning in their minds and have a well-thought-out heart.

The bamboo forest in Qingdong Village is not big, with more than 20 mu of land, which is larger than two football fields.Along the road, it forms a rectangle with a width of 2 meters, and a section in the middle is eaten by a fish pond to form a semicircle.Bamboo stretched from the mud slope to the wall of grandma's courtyard, and then began to intermittently grow, with only a few clusters of hemp bamboo growing rustlingly.

Most of the bamboos planted in Qingdong are green bamboos, which are covered with green clothes all year round and soar to green every year.The bamboo in Qingdong is mainly sold to merchants to make sieves, dustpans and brooms. Because the bamboo forest is too small, the industry has never been successful.

Li Mu thought that if he was allowed to run the business, he would contract the villagers' land and plant a large amount of this kind of green bamboo, and it would only take one year to see results.I know foreign languages, and I can contact European and American merchants if I look for it. It is indeed very profitable to do the business of "foreign trade compilation". The only thing that is exquisite is the handicraft of the villagers.What the villagers are most afraid of is handwork. Anyway, they can still learn from the elderly. After a few years, when the international trade stabilizes, even if there is only an old lady in the family, they can earn more than 300 yuan a day.

But Li Mu didn't want to do business.

He likes to create, he likes the silence in the bamboo forest, the sound of whirling bamboo leaves, and smells the faint fragrance of the bamboo forest, and gradually has the urge to draw the graceful posture of bamboo.

Green bamboo is a bamboo that grows extremely tall, and hemp bamboo is a bamboo whose roots gather together to produce delicious bamboo shoots.They grow by the fish pond, tightly surrounded by green bamboos.Bamboo shoots will be unearthed in a month, and passers-by can break them open and take them home to pickle.

The distant bamboo sound takes away Limu's troubled thoughts, away from the complicated floating world, and flies into the sky.It's like hearing the gurgling water in my ears, as if it echoes among the towering green mountains, washing the dust and purifying the troubles.

Li Mu opened his eyes, dipped his brush in the ink, and stood on the rice paper.The tip of the pen is pressed down on the end of the rice paper, and the center is also close to it.The bamboo joints are long and straight, and the writing force is sharp, and the strokes can be swept away without dragging the water! [

The accumulated ink seeped into the rice paper, and was absorbed by the advanced wool felt without any messy seepage.

Cooked propaganda emphasizes "thickness breaks lightness", while raw propaganda emphasizes "lightness breaks thickness".Ink painting of bamboo does not require advanced techniques, it is all done in one stroke, and there is no need to use thick ink to cover the light places, nor does it need water to dilute the ink marks.Bamboo painting is the best material for cultivating ink painting after cloud painting.

The bamboo joints are written in one stroke, and the bamboo leaves are also written in three strokes.Bamboo painting, regardless of the number of bamboo leaves, basically comes from "three strokes".In winter, the bamboo leaves are darker and thinner, and the pear wood is replaced with a wolf hair, and the leaves are painted by "single group lamination".

After a cup of tea, two cang bamboos will appear vividly on the paper!

Li Mu pressed the seal engraved with [lmu] to the inkpad, and was suddenly taken aback by his own painting, feeling that it was not in line with his intentions. After hesitating for a moment, he gave up on stamping, took away the failed work and spread it on a new piece of rice paper.

Even if the skill reaches the level of bamboo painting, it is useless to draw works that do not meet the intention...

Two hours passed, near noon, Li's compound.

Li Xiuli put the rice cooker on the stove, and felt very nostalgic for cooking with firewood for a long time.In the era when tickets were exchanged for food, the six sisters got married one after another.Originally, the eldest sister cooks and the second sister cooks. After the eldest sister got married, it was the turn of the second sister to cook and the third sister to cook, and then the third sister to cook and the fourth sister to cook.In the evening, there are always two sisters who are busy working for the family in front of the stove until only they are left to marry.

When I was young, I seldom had meat once, and I had to try my luck if I wanted to eat meat during festivals.After the heavy rain, the sisters would always go to the puddle by the Qinghu Lake to see if there was any fish that didn't have long eyes and didn't retreat with the lake water.Once I came back from school and picked up a big dead fish. According to the situation of receding water, it should not have died for a long time, and it seemed to be still twitching.I don’t know how happy I was when I packed my schoolbags and took them home. A family of nine can add food.

Regardless of whether it is dead fish or live fish, Grandma thinks it is fresh and has no peculiar smell, so she cooks it in the pot, while she is so hungry that she waits for the big fish to come to the table.As the hero who brought the fish home, he did not enjoy special treatment.Grandma is not allowed to loot, even so, each person will quickly eat up the fish with one bite.Fish juice is used to fish rice, but it is obviously not enough, there are only two small spoons per person.Fish heads are always the spoils of parents, and even the last fish bones are chewed with relish.

Usually there is no meat dish most of the time, and I don’t dare to put more oil when cooking vegetables at home. I use a small bowl to keep lard for fatty meat. If I want to put a little lard on the rice, I have to ask my parents for permission.The rice is cooked with an open fire fired by firewood, and the pot can always make a layer of rice crust, and that layer of rice crust can be the object of humility when sharing the rice.

Today’s new year is not only green vegetables, each sister brings mung bean cakes, white rabbit candies, dried fruits and butcher shop and other New Year’s goods, and honors parents with chicken, duck and fish.

Living standards have improved so much in just 20 years, all thanks to Grandpa Deng's reform and opening up. "A chicken in the left hand, a duck in the right hand, and a fat baby on the back." The sisters returned to their natal homes in twos and threes, and they probably sang about the current state.

The sisters who live close often come back to see their parents, and today it is rare for the sisters who live far away to come back. The eldest sister, second sister, and sixth sister also rushed back to the ancestral house with their children before noon.Seeing that lunch was almost ready, they threw the chickens and ducks into the kitchen, took out the cooked vegetables they bought along the way, and put them in the steamer to heat up.

"Xiuli, are you the only one coming back?" Second sister Li Yuesheng asked.The children were basically playing inside and outside the courtyard, except Liu Xiuli's child was nowhere to be seen.

"She came back with Li Mu." said Li Yuansheng who came to see Li Mu earlier.

"What about Limu, who doesn't see anything?" the eldest sister asked.

Since Seventh Sister was only coming back with the child, it was impossible for the child to go out to play with his father, and he should be worried if he didn't see anyone now.Why does the third younger sister, the fourth younger sister and the seventh younger sister still have the leisure time to cook here?

"Where should I go to paint?" Li Xiuli said indifferently.

...It sounds like Yaomei has long been used to it?

"Alone? It's dangerous, why don't you find it quickly." The second sister said in half-reproachful words because she was afraid that Li Xiuli would not have experience raising children.

"I'm ready for lunch, I'll probably be back soon." Li Xiuli replied. [

"Are you still worried about him? I heard that this bastard has a bodyguard with him, like the black whirlwind Li Kui, it's scary." Li Huasheng trembled when he spoke.

"what?"

"If you don't ask, I don't know. Xiuli's child is very good now. She skipped the fifth grade and can still sell paintings to make money." Li Yuesheng and Li Yuansheng obviously talked a lot with Yaomei.

"Ah ah?" The eldest sister and the second sister were surprised. Usually Yaomei drove to visit, so she didn't mention it to herself!

"You'll know when you come back. I haven't seen you for half a year. That kid looks so handsome, like a fairy!" Li Yuansheng said in an exaggerated tone.

As a result, everyone still didn't see Li Mu when they were having lunch, but they saw the legendary "classmate" come back to help him with food and water.Another three hours later, men from various families came to the Li family's ancestral house one after another, sat at the gate of the yard, chatted by the fire, and waited for the women to kill chickens to fill their blood.

The eldest sister and the second sister were quite worried about Li Mu, who hadn't been seen for five hours, fearing that the seventh sister had never heard of child abduction and trafficking in her inexperienced life.Selling it to someone else to raise it is considered good, but being cut off with limbs and taken to beg for beggars is miserable.I was so anxious that I almost wanted to ask the men to find someone, but Li Xiuli stopped me unexpectedly.

She was very relieved of Li Mu and his wife, anyway, Katsuo had already brought the lunch there, as long as her son was not hungry and there was a risk of gastric perforation, she had nothing to worry about.Rimu and Katsuo, one has shown mature thinking ability, the other has the ability to act as an adult, and together they are a complete combination.

After waiting for a long time, the two of them walked slowly from the bottom of the mud slope.

The big one was a head taller than all the men present, his arms were thicker than his feet, and his chest and waist were in an inverted trapezoidal shape.

The small one is delicate and handsome, with a steady gait and a pleasant demeanor. He is different from the others at first sight. What a peerless figure!