Chapter 2 Hongqiao

On October 17, 1941, in the west of Yunnan Province, on the post road from the old Dali Mansion to XXX County to Tibet, among the pack horses transporting brick tea, salt, and sugar, there were four young men who looked like college students, each riding With an animal, some simple luggage, some books, painting utensils, and the passionate dream of creating a career in the borderlands, as well as the self-confidence of success, I will go with the team and prepare to work in areas close to the Tibetan border.There are three of them, who came from the National Academy of Fine Arts and have graduated for three years.

When I first entered the school as a first-year freshman, war broke out suddenly, and Beiping, where the school is located, fell first. So, like thousands of other young people who migrated to the rear, they brought all kinds of painful experiences of the war and the weaknesses of the national organization. All the impressions of defeat and chaos that came, retreated and retreated with the school, from the northern end of the border to the last province in the south, before it was considered stable.The school just stabilized, and then came the struggle for the colonies in the Pacific, and the war expanded to India, Burma, and Vietnam.Since the enemy had no way to advance again for a while, they disturbed them from the air, bombing after bombing, and several young people graduated from the situation of sketching in the field while running the alarm.The war is still going on, and everything requires people to work. I have already made up my mind to join the army as soon as I leave school and do something for the country.Unexpectedly, the army has passed the period of propaganda, and wars no longer need to be decorated with pictures and words. Everything just seems to be accepting and adapting to the facts.Therefore, a few people entered a unit for less than three months, and had to quit disappointed, not looking for a livelihood.

However, the several cities in the rear were all subjected to fatigue bombing experiments, and it was conceivable that they could not do anything.Now that we are not far from the southern tip of the border, we might as well venture to a more remote area.On the one hand, I am preparing to learn more from nature, on the other hand, I have some extravagant hopes, thinking that besides painting, I can do something for the country in that place.A few young people then drew a few marks on a map, using Dali as the first stop and ×× as the second stop, and decided to run to Tibet together.Three years ago, they started with a caravan, but although their original ideals were the same, their interests were not the same. Because of this difference, the development of the three of them over the past three years is not quite the same.In this new land, each adapted to the environment and overcome difficulties, took a different path, and achieved different achievements.The purple-faced, flat-jawed, broad-shouldered, solid-bodied black bear, speaking with a Jiangbei accent, riding a big white mule, named Xia Meng, was the leader of a group of four.

Originally studied pattern painting in an art school, worked in the frontier for two years, crossed the snowy mountains three times, changed careers several times, and got in touch with society and personnel in the frontier area extensively, but became an expert in the Southwest.Now a political adviser to the local armed forces and one of the heads of the newly established Frontier Normal School.The other black and thin Xiaoxiao was extremely energetic, with a Zhongzhou accent when speaking, and his name was Li Can, who was riding on the back of a little black mule that jumped around.I came to the foot of Daxue Mountain two years ago, and I planned to do landscape painting for a few years, but soon realized that the oil, wax and watercolor paints used in ordinary paintings are useless here.The natural scenery is too majestic, and the color changes are too complicated. If you want to continue to use a brush to capture what you see, it may be almost a waste of effort, and there will never be any amazing achievements.Therefore, I changed the plan and used words instead of colors to describe what I saw and heard. I hope to go to all the places in the southwest where Xu Luke has never been, and recount the mountains, rivers, customs and customs that have never been described.

Then after working for a year, the completed "Journey to the Southwest" was published in several major domestic newspapers with the sketches attached. After achieving considerable success, I discovered that not only is it difficult to express everything I have experienced and heard through painting. , that is, there is a limit to what words can express.It was only when I admitted that neither of these two tools were ideal tools did I change my working method again, from depicting and describing a corner of nature, to studying the love, dislike, sorrow, and joy of the people living under this natural phenomenon, as well as the expression of the simple enthusiasm of these nations to their religious beliefs. Different forms in literature and art in general.In the largest lama temple in the southwestern border area, I lived for quite a while and nomadic grassland with the ancient clan for about half a year.When I returned to the province this time, I was in contact with the person in charge of the National Museum, and planned to return to the border area to prepare for the collection of materials for the pictograph dictionary.There is also a young man, in the posture of a shepherd boy herding cattle, leaning firmly on the back of a licorice yellow horse. His face is relatively thin, his expression is a bit reclusive, his speech is a bit of a scholar, and he is a bit of a nerd when dealing with others. Wei, this person's name is Li Lan.When he was in school, he entered the Department of Chinese Painting, and he was good at imitating the works of Song and Yuan people.After going to Daxue Mountain to sketch the sketch for a year, the two companions felt at a loss when facing the foreground objects, and they both changed their minds. After seeing the direction, I want to make a long and lonely adventure.Last month, I brought dozens of paintings and a few volumes of drawings to the provincial exhibition. After getting 8 points of success, I bought all the income on paper, silk, brush and ink, and then went to the snow-capped mountains in the upper reaches of the Jinsha River to paint for ten years. , to open a new learning path for Chinese landscape painting.The fourth one is the youngest, only twenty-three years old at first glance, tall and straight, with a hint of Jiangnan delicacy in his eyebrows and eyes.This person has only been away from student life for two months, and his companions call him Xiao Zhou.Originally studied sociology for two years, and then transferred to graduate from the Agricultural College.He is extremely young and has very little experience in the world. This is the first time he has traveled west, so his ambition is particularly absurd and great.Although he was invited to teach by a friend surnamed Xia, in his mind, what he looked at was completely close to a lyrical dream of life.Some biographies of famous people involving adventures in the frontier and some American movie stories combined in his memory to expand and deepen his anticipation for this adventure.It can be said that his ideal is not only to go to the border areas to do knowledge reclamation work, but also to complete many bigger and more difficult attempts.

The three people in the group can both paint and have a high appreciation for the scenery. They talk and laugh all the way, and they can stop and paint at any time and anywhere.The leader, Xia Meng, has won the belief of the caravan because of a special status, and everyone's living habits can adapt to this semi-nomadic way.More importantly, the rainy season has come to an end, and the weather is very sunny, so even though we have been on the road for four days, everyone does not feel very lonely and hard.Calculated according to the distance, it will take three and a half days before they can reach the second destination.

At about 3:30 in the afternoon, a group of people arrived at the side of a hill in XX County, the place name is "Ten Li Changsong". The steep slope sloping to the west is full of accumulations of black rocks.The pine trees growing from the gaps of the stones extend for several miles, forming a lush forest.The steep slope gradually rises until the end of the ridge, and the trees gradually become scarce.The old post road is Yanyuan Changban, facing a dry gully, turning north when it reaches the watershed, but the new road turns east at the hill and walks east around the foot of the mountain.When two hundred horses followed the big black mule with the slack and the bell leading the team, meandering into the pine forest, circling along the stream road among a pile of strange and abrupt rocks like houses and tombs, and slowly going up the mountain, the purple-chested face The broad-jawed Xia Meng suddenly recalled the happy past of hunting yellow deer here a year ago. He whipped the white mule under his crotch and left the team. run.He stopped on the top for a while, looked around, and if he saw something, he immediately used the leader of the caravan "Ma Guotou" to stop the horse's marching greeting: "Stand, stand, stand, eh... Squeak!" to stop the team from advancing .As soon as the leading animal heard this familiar call, it immediately stopped and stopped moving, and waited for other orders with its two big hairy ears open.According to the custom, the responsibility of directing the horse pack was originally decided by the "horse pot head", and ordinary guests had no way to do it for them.But this one has a special reason.

He is not only a distinguished guest of a well-known local commander, but also a member of the central authority. More importantly, he is familiar with everything in the local area. It can also be handled as a joint.Since the few companions had to linger anywhere, he was completely in charge of their behavior on the road for a few days.Ma Guotou was proud of being able to have a drink with the committee members. He didn't care about anything on the road, so he was at ease, blowing a pipe on horseback and taking a nap, taking a vacation by himself.At that time, as soon as the team stopped, the leader woke up from his half-sleep.Seeing that the big white mule had left the group and went up the mountain, he hurried to catch up with him, with a protesting expression in his voice: "Member, how many teachers do you want to paint landscapes with?

Is this the Ten Scenes of West Lake, worthy of painting?Are we going to have to spend the night next to the big rock pile in this pine forest?The place is good, but the weather is still early!You see, the stove is hung high in the sky over there, and it won't hurt to walk another ten miles! " Having said that, what the boss really meant was: "Commissioner, you can rest if you say so. You are the commander, and everything is up to you. If you choose a place with mountains and water to paint, we will choose a place to drink and relax." Loosen a few poor bones. The woods are leeward, so you don’t need to set up a tent at night, play cards and burn smoke in the open air, and you don’t have to worry about the lights blowing out!”

However, Xia Meng didn't seem to notice this at all. He was narrowing his yellow eyes, which are suitable for climbing high and looking far away, and looking towards the southwest from the old trunk of a big red pine tree.With a kind of fanaticism and confusion, and it seemed that the things displayed in front of him caused a little annoyance mixed with envy and admiration, he smiled slightly, and said as if he was about to say: "Hey, okay! You are an extraordinary big man Artists and great magicians can perform miraculously without the presence of an audience, and they will have a lot of fun anytime and anywhere!"

And if someone nods knowingly, ignore the one beside him.Immediately, he put his hands around his mouth, and shouted to those companions who stopped between the pine and rocks in the middle of the mountain: "Da Li, Xiao Li, Xiao Zhou, hurry up the mountain and take a look, hurry! There is a bridge to the sky here, come quickly!" Look!" Three horses with twelve hooves ran up the hill from among the big rocks in the pine forest.When they got to the top, several people looked towards the place pointed by their friends together, and couldn't help cheering in different voices for the wonderful sight they saw: "Oh, God, it's really a good bridge!" The voice lacked the devotion of the religious, but it seemed only a mixture of the enthusiasm of the artist and the astonishment of the businessman.The leader of the caravan came to this season, so he still looked to the sky to see what kind of bridge it was. "Hey, what bridge did I think, it turned out to be a short rainbow in the shape of a shoulder pole, what kind of bridge!" But knowing that this is another game of the people in the capital, it goes without saying that he must camp here.He just smiled at a few young people, stretched out four fingers of the cattail fan, and shook it towards the sky, "It's rare to see, but it's strange! Get rich in four seasons. You draw it well, and you can finish the war tomorrow, and take it to Beijing. It's funny." Look at the western view!" Then he also called out "Jesus" softly, which meant "Old Mi from the Gospel Church, I recognize Daddy Jesus!" as a way to express understanding and reply to the coincident "God".No longer waiting for orders, he spat out his saliva, rubbed his hands, and ran down the hill happily, to instruct his accomplices to unload the salt and tea goods from the horses, let the horses graze, and prepare to camp. When the four young men were riding on horseback, staring at the pendant rainbow, which is close to a natural game, only poets or elves can use it as a bridge, and the background inlaid with this rainbow, they couldn't help but look a little dumbfounded. .Xiao Zhou, who was still young, lively and happy, reminded the other three: "If you want to draw it, hurry up! Look, it is still changing!" Smiling, several people hurriedly jumped off their horses, took out sketchbooks and painting tools from their bags, and each chose a big tree root winding up from the earth and rocks to start sketching.The young agronomist had nothing to do. He saw the purple and fuzzy liverworts blooming white and blue flowers among the boulders, so he went over to get some specimens.But after a while, he gave up this plan and approached his companion.He looked at this composition, looked at that coloring, and looked at the changing mountain scenery from the perspective of his friends, as a comparison.And from the looks of several friends, I can vaguely see the same opinion: "How can this be painted well? There is simply no way. This is not for painters. It is too gorgeous, too magical, too incredible. It is a miracle of conversion to silence. It can only produce religion, not Produce art!" So he left his companions, went to a big pine tree alone, hugged the pillow, lay down on his back, faced the dark blue sky, and thought endlessly about the current situation and the feelings aroused from the current situation. "This can't be painted, but you are still so serious and anxious to capture the most subtle moment of brilliance in this scene. If you keep it on paper and bring it into the city, who will believe it? Ordinary people in the city Man, what's the use of it? They eat vitamin pills and watch American love movies, and they already occupy most of their lives. Anyone who has read some political propaganda pamphlets thinks that only "politics" is important in life, and that literature and art are all subordinate to politics.There is recitative poetry in literature, and satire in art, which can fill the emptiness and surplus of life, and expect nothing else.How can most souls with such a narrow outlook on life need this wild, luxurious, and extremely lonely nature to nourish them?The only characteristic of modern politics is noise, and the statesman's dream is how to bring about the noise and confusion of the majority, thus confirming the greatness of the leader.The influence of the first-class art on people is completely opposite. It only enlightens the courage and hope of a few great minds to climb to the lofty place of human nature.Although it can enable a deep scientist to further understand the mysteries and procedures of nature, it will not make any sense to politicians and most people who are accustomed to noisy. Therefore, in the past thirty years, intellectuals cultivated from modern political and social views have studied and understood the countryside, and all they know is the poor side of rural life.A sociologist who talks about reforming and rebuilding the countryside only knows that wealth should be increased as an ideal.Although religious superstitions in the past had little meaning to them, political prophecy has no more meaning to them now.Increasing wealth is solid hope, but peace of mind is also very important.People in the city have no hope of gaining a deeper understanding of life through literature and art, and because of this, they will always lack understanding of the self-sufficiency of life of farmers and the need for a balance between mind and body. Intellectuals need a new kind of awareness, that is, if they want to properly deal with the majority in this country, they must re-understand the majority.Understand what they lack in their lives, and understand what they need to be rich in their lives.This is why the true thinker of tomorrow should be an artist, not necessarily a politician.Whether a politician is great or not depends entirely on whether he can learn to understand 'people' from the artist..." The unprovoked imagination made him feel a little frightened. At that time, the purple-faced Xia Meng, also feeling the clumsiness of the tools in his hands for dealing with the foreground objects in front of him, put away the painting tools with an air of sighing, thinking: "What can I do?Where is this for us?This should allow the world's top music composers to capture it with notes and melodies, so there is hope!True appreciation should be in a daze at the recognition of its greatness, utter prostration, with nothing else to do and nothing worth doing.If I told people that the snow peak two hundred miles away pierced into the clouds and looked like a piece of green jade under the sun, with a piece of coral red and purple inlaid on the side of the green jade, who would believe it? Comparing this perspective, at the end of the pine forest less than two miles away from me, there is a section of rainbow that was cut off by the wind. The existence and changes of the hanging brocade are indescribable. What tools are used to preserve it so that this impression can be passed on to others?There is also a row of dark stone ridges on the left side, on which are flowers of the caryophyllaceae family, pink, dark blue, pigeon peach gray, and shell purple, which are exactly like a lace on the sky, shining in the afternoon sun.Wherever the sun shines, this lace seems to be burning slowly, emitting a mixed silver-green and silver-red flame.If I tell people, isn't it just a kind of crazy talk or dream talk? " When Xiao Zhou saw Xia Meng standing up, he greeted him and said: "Brother Xia, the painting is finished! Is it successful?" Xia Meng walked towards Xiao Zhou, and replied with a smile: "There is no way, it is not successful! Look at all this, how is it prepared for our painting? I was just thinking, to express it well, I just need to find Bach or Sadly, there may be some way. But a few people have come here to live for the first half of the year, and they can’t do anything. They only want to go to Zhongdian Lama Temple to become a monk. Maybe this is the only way to go, because it is very reasonable to choose this way to admit that you have lost to the greatness of nature. As for the sad Doven with the big forehead and raised eyebrows, because of his pride and unwillingness to bow his head, he may commit suicide. Because only suicide can Denying that individuals have never been conquered by the magnificence and beauty of nature. As for you and me? I couldn’t paint well, and I was really angry with myself, so I gave up my dream of becoming a great painter two years ago, but I still itch from time to time, and the result is as usual Just sigh and finish! You are smarter than me, but you just express your admiration in silence!" "Are you talking about me? I'm thinking a little crazy! I thought of coming here to express my worship of nature, not to deny, not to resist, not necessarily to go to a big temple to become a lama and become a monk, it's better to be more humane and leave a home .With a home, I can do many things for this land! If "knowledge" has a universal meaning, the people who live in this place, the emotions most affected by nature, deserve our attention! I wonder, you I’ve been here for so long, I have a lot of acquaintances, and I’m going to work for a long time, why don’t I choose a local woman to marry?” Cape dog sigh neon lead  also  arm hui 趺 Ci Wan Zhu ∫ leech  long stalks  Shuo  about drought scratching thread   hanging  bad trance coronet copy! ? "Do you mean the understanding of others? Just now I was just thinking wildly, thinking about many problems in China. China is really too big. Although it has a large population, it is very isolated when it is distributed in various places. Geographical isolation It’s not too serious, and the important thing is emotional isolation. Those who study political economy simply don’t understand what the 400 million peasants who occupy this vast land with their hands and feet close to the soil need, and how to realize it and get it. Because they only know What they lack, they don't know what they have enough. Everything is known and judged from the surface, so the country is always in chaos. The result of thirty years of reforms has really only accomplished one thing, that is, driving them out of the fields. Train them to learn how to use weapons, prolong the civil war, drain their blood, and make their life more difficult and stupid in general. I think it is necessary for thinkers to re-understand this country. This understanding needs to be learned from a life Relative to the principle, start with love and finish slowly. A politician can’t do this, a writer or an artist must work hard.” "Brother, you are younger than us, and your ideals are much higher than ours! It is not easy to prove ideals. But I believe that ideals can be proved by behavior. When one day you need my help, I will support you with my actions! " "Okay, let's slap on the face. Words mean what they say." The other two were still painting, and one of them, Li Can, originally used watercolors to lightly paint the mountain scenery on the paper. In the end, he had to admit failure, so he had to put down this clumsy effort, turned around and faced the pine forest, rocks, black and green, and unloaded the horse. The scene in front of me, randomly sketched a few sketches, ready to make travel illustrations.However, although he is good at this job on weekdays, today he still finds it difficult to deal with it because of the charm of the horse string hanging in the pine forest.Hearing the two clapping their hands and laughing, they put down their painting tools and walked towards them. "No more painting, no more painting, really all the hard work is almost in vain! When we were driving down the street yesterday, we saw that country woman with a thirty-pound millstone on her shoulder. She couldn't find customers, and she was so honest I thought it was ridiculous. But to put it a little farther away, that behavior is more in harmony with the scenery! As for our work, it is even more ridiculous than that country woman. We are really struggling! " Xiao Zhou said: "But the sketching exhibition you and Xiao Li held in the province this time is really very successful, and it has been well received by everyone!" Li Can said: "This praise makes us even more ashamed. Our game is just to deceive the people in the city and open their eyes. As you can see now, I gave up writing a long time ago. Painter’s. In April and May last year, a group of local people and I went to the Zhongdian Temple to burn incense. We climbed to the top of the mountain and saw a grassland as big as ten Kunming fields. Clusters of colorful flowers, and herds of cattle and sheep. A curved rainbow in the sky is like a bridge, hanging obliquely to the end of the sky, as if waiting for a pious climbing. Those locals who burst into incense, including two primary school principals , bowing and kowtowing all the way, I just thought it was ridiculous at first, and then I suddenly realized one thing, that is, there is a reason for these people to live more humble and silent lives than us. Their beliefs are simple, their sorrows and joys are ordinary, and they are all facts. But the way those people accept the state of nature, harmonize life with nature, and form a part of nature is much better than our attitude of enjoying the scenery and collecting picture books! We have only four words to say when we come here, That is, less common and more strange. When I was in the province this time, Professor X asked me why I didn't concentrate on painting and wrote travel notes instead.If the article is not well written, it is changed to another direction, and it is not economical to engage in folklore!I told him, Mr. X, if you go there for a year or so, your history of art will be put aside.What are the feats of the human hand, that art which we boast of, compared with those of nature?If you go to the foot of the Daxue Mountain and see those bowl-sized azaleas, which are completely cut out of colored silk, glued to the three-foot-high bare short piles, how miraculous they bloom, and there is a little humor everywhere in the miraculous. , you will realize the meaning of the word 'miracle'.In the face of miracles, the most intelligent behavior is silence and worship.Because imitation can only start from the most humble place, once you face the big hand of nature, you will admit how insignificant and insignificant what you can do. The Song Dynasty flowers and birds collected in the Forbidden City are very individual Lin Chun. That volume can be regarded as a treasure of art history, but it is ridiculous in comparison! " Xia Meng, with a purple face, saw that Luoxia scholar had not given up his work, so he said to Xiao Zhou: "We all feel that it is best to give up the dream of being a painter when we come here, and learn from the locals and turn ourselves into a part of nature. .Living in a big picture, you don’t need to think about it in vain. But as for Brother Li, he said that the colors are not enough. Let me write it. Let’s make up a copy of what Xu Xiake never visited and didn’t write down. Let’s write a travel note in the Southwest. Although I admit that the general color is not enough, I don’t know that words are not very helpful! Later, I stopped writing travel notes and studied archaeology. The last time I went to Jianshan to visit ancient times, I went back and forth for eight days. When I returned to Lijiang, He carried a heavy burden on his back and told others that he had obtained a treasure. At first I thought he had obtained a big gold bowl and silver Tibetan wheel from the chieftain. When I unwrapped it, it turned out to be a stubborn stone! He cast a hieroglyphic incantation, and carried the stone for nearly ten days. His work on the Makian dictionary started from this experience! This is better than the millstone-carrying woman we saw yesterday, naturally It's very different... As for that one, he still doesn't give up. You can tell by his look that he is still there..." The three of them couldn't help laughing.Li Lan, who was in the distance, knew that what some people said must be related to him, so she replied with the album in Wu's hand: "You have given up again, haven't you? I have to try! What you want is success, So I can't help but feel like a failure. I just want to try to experiment in every way possible." Having said that, but not long after, when passing by a few friends, everyone rushed to see his sketches, only to realize that the dozen or so sketches he sketched were just some big trees and some loose horses in the woods. He also gave up the long-term capture without any sign. Everyone sorted out the dozens of sketches of mountain scenery that they had made at one time, and when they exchanged and appreciated each other, they thought that Li Lan's painting was all painted with water and ink, and only the small scene with a faint red dot on the rainbow was the most successful.Others who use color to express color are close to failure.But I thought it was his discovery, a kind of original idea. Li Lan expressed his opinion, saying: "This is the experience I'm talking about! It's not an invention, it's an imitation! I remember that when I was talking about the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties in school, Mr. X always liked to quote the old saying that it was easy to draw ghosts, but difficult to draw people. Pugs and caterpillars are difficult. It is easy to write about heavenly palaces and dreams, but it is difficult to write about everyday things. Everyone says that Mr. XX is an authority on contemporary painting, and they all believe in his opinions. If you take him to visit this place for a year, his handouts can be as good as It has to be completely rewritten. Because he will feel that everything he sees is completely incompatible with painting theory. If it is realistic, it will become a dream instead, and he knows that there is a limit to the expression of any color. And the limit is still Extremely small, ink paintings in landscapes are more likely to express a certain super-real real impression than colors. At that time, Gu Lu Wang Wu was known as a master, and he must have a better understanding of the use of ink than color. From their remains It can be seen that everyone understands the importance of color, as if they dare not compete with nature, but save color to a stingy level, and only use a little when it is important. It is enough to prove that although it is impossible to compete with color, it can be amazing. Just a little bit of color can achieve the desired effect. I know that imitating nature is hopeless, so I tried to learn Wu Sheng's method of painting the edge of clothes by applying a line of light red, and I caught it Let it go..." When the Luo Xia scholar was talking about the theory of painting with relish, Xiao Zhou listened and looked around, suddenly, he saw a wisp of green smoke rising from the pine forest below the hill, and the smoke gradually faded away. The top is gradually whitening, straight up through the pine forest, and the green sea formed by the pine forest at the foot, and the black rocks of different sizes revealing the sea surface, compared with the two, it is completely like a magical picture.So he suddenly said: "Look at what this is! A piece of green, a piece of black, a line of white, a little red, what should I do? In paintings, have you ever seen a line of white smoke become the theme of the painting? A rainbow with colors, There is still a way to express it, is it easy to draw a rainbow without color?" The plain-colored rainbow that came from the caravan’s cooking food was only one at first, then three or five, and there were countless sizes. The negative momentum continued to rise, and when it reached a high point, it seemed to dissolve, slowly Spread out on the top of the pine tree into a tangible and intangible milky white 罽毹, bordered by the light blue edges, it falls and flows between the pine and rocks.So white, green, and black gradually melted into one piece, becoming a narrow and long decoration, which seemed to be swaying gently under the feet of several young people. Near and far, it was coated with a kind of gold dust that the setting sun fell, and gradually changed to blue and purple. As the sun went down, a row of snow hills 200 miles away covered a dozen or so snow-capped peaks, but they became brighter and brighter, like platinum cones, pointing upwards at the silver-blue and purplish clean sky. All four of them were silent about this new change before the twilight, especially the three young people who discussed painting, felt that all opinions and achievements were meaningless.