Chapter 8 Garden tour

Garden tour --------------- Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, Summer 1986 in the garden On a windy day, you can also fly a kite—fly it in an open field, or fly the kite out of the window in Block C, the 18th floor of a cramped small unit—I have tried everything, but I want to fly anyway, so I can fly a hundred thousand Eight thousand miles, but I also know that there is always a string in the kite, which is pulled to the ground. The kite is not a thing, the kite has always been a metaphor, at least it projects various symbolic meanings.When people are out and wandering, they often highlight their longing for their traditional culture and living habits: somehow they always walk into Chinatown, somehow they get up in the morning and despise coffee and toast, and miss a cup of porridge and deep-fried dough sticks. Walking into the Metropolitan Museum of Art, we went straight to the Astor Court—an exhibition room officially opened to the public in 1981. Chinese craftsmen were invited from all over the world to copy the atrium courtyard of Suzhou’s famous garden “Dianchun” in the Master of Nets Garden: It is full of legends of ancient Chinese architectural techniques and materials, fully displaying the essence of Chinese gardens that mobilize all aesthetic senses, concretizing poetry, three-dimensional painting, stacking mountains and rivers, and expressing the majesty and appearance of nature through ingenious The overall layout of the layout reappears in front of my eyes-time and space are disordered. I, who have never visited Suzhou gardens and ancient times in person, suddenly suddenly found my hometown in a different place. A beam, a tile, a few tables, all of which are the essence of my own culture, proud and ashamed: clear I know that there are blood, tears and humiliation behind every cultural relic here, but I also know that it will be preserved and bloomed most carefully in this institutional environment... In the peaceful and harmonious garden courtyard, the mood is ups and downs.