Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Dust Covers the Heart Door

Su Dongpo once wrote: "Let's try new tea with new fire, and take advantage of the time with poetry and wine." Such beautiful words and sentences, but how many people boil the precious time into a pot of new tea for themselves to taste carefully.A pool of spring water, a city flower, a breeze and a willow.There are only a few intriguing stories in the stories of the world of mortals.And the scenery in the world, every flower and leaf, is pleasing to the eye. But Sanmao, in her most beautiful years, kept herself dusty and wished she could be isolated from the world.This kind of coldness and isolation, eccentricity and sensitivity lasted for several years before it was relieved.If she could, she would really like to die contentedly in words.Sanmao locked himself in the Japanese-style house at home, did not go out, and did not speak much.In the fleeting years of the world, when we meet again, it is already in full bloom.

"In the eyes of a mother like me, she is very ordinary, just my child. Sanmao is a pure person. In her world, falsehoods cannot be tolerated. Perhaps it is this truth-seeking personality that makes her down-to-earth. Live on the ground. Maybe her life and her encounters are not perfect, but we know that she did not escape her fate, she faced life bravely. Sanmao was extremely sensitive and neurotic when she was a child, and she refused to go to school until the second year of junior high school. Her father and I had no choice but to let her drop out of school and take the responsibility of educating her." These are the words of Sanmao's mother, Miao Jinlan, expressing the tolerance and greatness of a mother in a few words.

Sanmao's parents use ordinary love to understand Sanmao and indulge Sanmao.They stayed at home when they were teenagers, left their hometowns when they grew up, and finally returned from the desert covered in dust and dust. They never blamed them, only felt sorry for them.In the boundless world, there are too many restrictions, and the world is always against the heart.In this world, there is nothing but love and hate, nothing but you and me, but why, there are so many disturbances and helplessness. Sanmao doesn't understand, and neither do I.She couldn't understand the world, so she shut herself up, facing the cold moon and the rain of flowers.When she just dropped out of school, Sanmao was sent to an American school by her parents, and within a few days, she couldn't continue studying.I sent it to learn flower arranging, but it still didn't work.In the end, her parents invited a tutor for Sanmao to let her learn her favorite painting.They didn't expect her to make a difference in painting.I just hope that she can leave a small space and not waste herself in that damp corner.

First he studied landscapes with Huang Junbi, a famous artist, and then he learned flowers and birds with Shao Youxuan, but Sanmao found it boring to copy those seemingly elegant but regular lines all day long.Even a freehand painting with splashed ink can't let Sanmao release her soul longing for freedom to the fullest.She even felt that those orderly lines of different lengths were cocoons used to wrap her mood.If it was really a cocoon, then she would rather quietly return to her cocoon, let time continue to pace, and she stay alone. Later, her father taught her to recite Tang poetry and Song Ci, read them, and talk to her about literature and life.Every time she is immersed in the artistic conception of poetry, she wishes to go back to the Tang and Song Dynasties, exchange poetry for wine, exchange words for love, and be a poet or a swordsman.But when the book is hidden, I feel that the prosperity of the ages is just a dream.The emperors, princes, literati, and common people of that era all followed the curtain call of history and became characters in the play.

The world of mortals, which is suddenly warm and cold, always needs some beautiful and sad stories to decorate.Sanmao can't be the woman in the era of the Book of Songs, and she doesn't want to meet Tang Feng Songyue in her dream.She is looking forward to a greater change in her life, a new look, a new start. God will not let this autistic girl really run out of water, and there is still a person willing to guide you in the wilderness of the desert.The person who rescued Sanmao from the box of her heart and made her willing to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly is called Gu Fusheng.

Among thousands of people, how to let San Mao, who never leaves home, meet him is also a deep fate.On that day, Sanmao's sister, Chen Tianxin, invited friends to play at home.One of them is a pair of siblings named Chen Bin and Chen Su.When a few friends were having fun, Chen Su suddenly said that he wanted to draw a war for everyone to see.A tragic battle between the cavalry and the Indians was quickly completed under his pen. When everyone dispersed and went to play in the yard, Sanmao, who had been hiding in the corner, quietly picked up this abandoned painting.It was this painting, with its rich colors and strong imagery, that touched the softest part of her heart.It made her feel that the silent life could be revived.I feel that there is still a kind of scenery in this world, which is born for myself.

Later Chen Su told her that he studied oil painting and his teacher was Gu Fusheng.For Sanmao, this is a strange and common name.It is this name that ripples in Sanmao's silent heart lake.This usually taciturn girl actually begged her mother to let Gu Fusheng accept her as a student. After hearing this, Miao Jinlan was extremely pleasantly surprised.In the past few years, she has worried about her autistic daughter. She is worried that this budding flower bud will wither alone instead of blooming at the right time.But suffering from not knowing how to open the door of her heart, let her see the bright sunshine one meter outside the house.Now Sanmao is trying to step out of the boundaries she has drawn. As a mother, she must fulfill her wish even at all costs.

Gu Fusheng, the second son of General Gu Zhutong, is a unique and persistent talent who chooses the path of art.Painter of Taiwan May Painting Society.He is young and handsome, quiet and amiable, and is a well-known handsome man in Taipei's literary and art circles. Gu Fusheng’s friend, the writer Bai Xianyong, once commented on his works in that period: “He created a series of semi-abstract body paintings. In the small world of painting, there are all kinds of deformed human bodies in blue and blue colors. There are so many people, but together, it is a loneliness, that is Gu Fusheng's green period."

It was such a young artist who made Sanmao bid farewell to several years of autistic life, walked out of the old Japanese-style house, and re-appreciated the spring scenery in the world and the prosperity of the city.Sanmao wrote in "My Happy Paradise": "Many years have passed, and half a life has passed before I dare to say: the first time I saw my mentor, the 'shock' was a big book in my hand. Heaps of things will fall to the ground with a 'shocking'. If, if there is anything called love at first sight in life, that moment, I have indeed experienced it."

No. 2, Lane 2, Tai'an Street, Gu's family.It was the first time for Sanmao to enter this deep house compound, walk through the azalea path, and came to the studio built by the Gu family for Gu Fusheng.Sanmao, who has been in the dust for several years, is a little timid and cautious.But when she saw this young and handsome teacher in a red sweater, her brow furrowed instantly.This year, Sanmao was sixteen and Gu Fusheng was twenty-five. Gu Fusheng was unlike any teacher Sanmao had ever met.He was gentle and quiet, and he didn't ask anything about Sanmao not going to school or her autism.He is an artist who devotes all his mind to creation, and his demeanor made Sanmao fall in love at first sight.This kind of love has nothing to do with love, but it does make her feel unspeakably moved.The moment they looked at each other, Sanmao decided that this gentle teacher could understand her.

The word fate has been said thousands of times by thousands of people.It is simple and elegant, affectionate and sparse.But at any time, it is so beautiful, so just right.Like the rain on the petals in the morning, like the sound of a piano in the afternoon, or like a cool breeze in a moonlit night.Silent when it comes, silent when it goes. Sanmao's true belief in fate should have started with his acquaintance with Gu Fusheng.This girl with an old wound in her heart has always been in conflict with personnel and affairs.She placed herself in a pure corner, pretending not to hear the wind and rain outside, so that there would be no disturbance and no harm.But Sanmao likes to get along with Gu Fusheng, because his tolerance and respect allow her to be herself at ease. San Mao gave herself an English name - Echo. Echo, translated as "echo" - the name of the goddess of the mountain in Greek mythology who was in love with daffodils but could not tell her.Sanmao, named Echo, expresses the inner narcissism and sorrow of a young girl. Later, Sanmao signed this name on a painting copied by the teacher.Sanmao studied hard for several months, but she didn't make much progress in the paintings she made, and she couldn't see any talent in painting.But Gu Fusheng still treats her gently and patiently, caring and encouraging her.This made the proud Sanmao feel even more inferior, and she even thought about hiding in her cocoon again.At least that way no one sees her uselessness, and maybe it's safe. Just when Sanmao was disheartened, Gu Fusheng lit an eternal heart lamp for her.Sanmao will never forget in his life, who brought her from the heart of the surging river to the riverside of Yangliu Yiyi, and who found a thatched hut for her in a desolate valley.Later, Sanmao and art forged such a deep love, which was attributed to the inspiration and touch that Gu Fusheng gave her back then. Gu Fusheng knew very well that Sanmao's talent does not lie in painting.In the depths of her little heart, it seems that she has a more profound and incomprehensible complex with words.In this world, everyone has their own landscape, a mission.Gu Fusheng lived for painting, and San Mao lived for writing.But on the road of mortals, there are always many turning places that need the guidance of others.Although dreams are beautiful, sometimes they need others to fulfill them. One day, Gu Fusheng smiled and handed Sanmao a bound volume of "Bihui" and several copies of "Modern Literature".These books and periodicals were the favorite reading materials of Taiwan's most outstanding literary and artistic youths at that time, and they were quite different from the Chinese classical novels and old Russian masterpieces that San Mao had read.This strong and fresh modern wind blows through San Mao's heart that has been rusted for many years, making her feel unprecedented shock and surprise, joy and emotion. Before experiencing the real vicissitudes, she wants to be that green leaf that betrays the tranquility, and let it fly with the spring breeze.Fill your hunger with words, drink with time, and write a period of prosperity under the bright sunlight. If you don't care about so many things, and go hand in hand with time, you should have no regrets.