Chapter 103 life is running out

Hui Yin waved his hand and said: "In fact, this is just what people take for granted. Before the 19th century, it was common for ancient Western art to be destroyed, and most of the surviving ones depended on the solidity of the materials or the accident of fate. It was not until the middle of the 19th century that European art emerged. The archaeological craze, the awareness of protecting ancient cultural relics including ancient buildings, is thus flourishing. I heard that on the battlefields all over Europe this time, all the troops of the Allied Army followed experts in cultural relics and buildings to guide the army to protect the occupied areas. Cultural relics. my country has always lacked research in this area, and Europe has also begun to pay attention to it in modern times.”

"In the future, China will definitely adopt a large number of Western modern building materials and technologies," said another young man. "How can we talk about protecting and promoting the characteristics of our national architectural art?" "If a city in an eastern country completely loses its individuality in architecture, it is at least a manifestation of cultural decline. In recent decades, several major trading cities such as Shanghai, Tianjin, Hankou and other cities have mostly imitated European and American architecture. Commercial urban architecture, this kind of architecture does not show many signs of revival of Chinese culture and art.

"Artistic creation cannot be separated from the past tradition, and the development and innovation of art is also based on inheriting the tradition. Even if the influence of foreign art is accepted, the spirit of the country must still be shown. For example, Buddhist sculptures in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and temple towers in the Tang and Song dynasties , are all from India, but because of the integration of Chinese traditions, they have formed a Chinese style. Today, on the basis of accepting modern scientific and technological materials, how to carry forward the characteristics of our national architectural art is indeed worthy of contemporary architects to discuss Oh, you don't know how much your Duke Liang hates those nondescript buildings. Once we went to Jiangnan, which is a famous scenic spot, but on one side of the scenic spot, a big tall building like a matchbox was built. This Mr. Wei Liang thought it ruined the whole landscape, and kept his back to the building, unwilling to turn his head away."

Everyone laughed, and Lin Huiyin laughed too.After talking so much in one breath, she was a little out of breath. She hooked her head and tried her best to calm down her coughing and panting.Only then did the young man realize that Mr. Lin was seriously ill.They said goodbye apologetically and left one by one.They didn't expect that once they left, Lin Huiyin, who had been eloquent just now, would lie down moaning, sweating profusely and out of breath for a long time.Even so, when someone came to the house next time, she was still as enthusiastic and chatting as if nothing happened.She seemed to use this as compensation, for the few years of life she could not save and had left.

This situation has been going on for a long time. Every night, she tossed and turned in bed, coughing violently, expectorating, drinking water, and taking medicine again and again... She was panting for fear of waking up her sleeping relatives.She often thought that maybe it would be over if she couldn't get up at one breath, and it would be happy if that was the case.Such a long and hopeless struggle is really tormenting. Only she knows the pain when the body betrays the spirit and when life is delayed bit by bit. She watched helplessly as the windows turned white bit by bit, and the room lit up bit by bit.The maid came into the kitchen, the mother whispered something, the children moved about, and the house was filled with the sounds of the morning bustle.At this time, she fell into a drowsy sleep.

At around nine o'clock in the morning, the sun shone into her room, the orange light covered the writing desk in front of the window, and the sparse, upright and colorful shadows of asparagus bamboo were reflected on the curtains.Huiyin woke up, surrounded by silence, and the light pierced his eyelids numbly.She narrowed her eyes slightly, enjoying the quiet moment.She felt that the longing for life had returned to her heart, and the vitality of life had gradually returned to her body. In the days of being ill for a long time, Huiyin thought about life, life and death countless times. It is a poem she wrote during this period. In this poem, she expresses her nostalgia and love for life, and her calmness in facing the end of life.