Chapter 14 Chunfeng Curtain Store

I was walking on the path of Wanlu Mountain with my portfolio on my back, and spring was blowing in my face. Fragrant green grass grows on the slopes where the snow melts, fragrant green grass grows between the cracks in the water, and fragrant green grass grows on the golden sand under the shallow water by the stream... All over the mountains and plains, fragrant green grass grows everywhere. Crowds of little squirrels chased and played, and climbed up the sunny pine branches one after another. The newborn fawn was full and slept soundly in the shadow of the cloud. Those big trees and small trees that had stood bare all winter were chattering and singing—every time they spoke a new leaf grew, and every time they sang A song blooms a flower.

On the winding mountain road, small cars kept passing by, one, two, three... Like a group of brightly colored small animals, they chased each other and ran into the depths of the valley.The mountain fog washed away the busy and tired eyes of urbanites. They came down from Wanlu Mountain and brought back mountain flowers in their arms. I set up my painting folder on the stone by the stream, but I couldn’t draw a pen——before I finished the painting, Wanlu Valley had been ruined beyond recognition.Pieces of mountain flowers have disappeared, and the broken branches and leaves are mixed with wet mud and trampled to pieces.I sat on the big rock by the stream for a long time, until dusk, when the sky sifted down the powdery drizzle, and gathered into drops of crystal tears on the drawing paper.

At night, when I was lying in a small wooden house in the deep mountains, millions of thin groans pierced my ears, like millions of needles piercing my heart. It was the whining of young grass and trees. "It hurts...it hurts...uh..." I couldn't fall asleep, so I put on my coat and walked into the wild peach blossom forest from the wet path.Under the moonlight, the wild peach forest was in a mess, and the tourists took away the flourishing flower branches, leaving only sparse flowers on the trees.In the depths of the peach grove, the spring breeze blows from a distance, blowing all over the mountains, those small moans gradually disappear, and deep in the heart, a kind of pleasant tranquility continues to spread, gradually reaching infinity.After turning around in the peach forest a few times, I got lost - looking around, there were peach trees on all sides, and I didn't know which direction to go in order to get back to the hut on the mountain.I had no choice but to follow the direction of the moon and keep going forward.When I walked to the end of the peach forest, I saw a clear deep pool. On the pavilion beside the pool, there was a girl sketching under the spring moon!

I suddenly thought of the seductive fox spirit and flower demon in Liaozhai, and my heart was pounding.The girl seemed to be drawing a line, and she was not satisfied with the drawing. She drew and painted, painted and painted, and her brows were furrowed deeper and deeper.Finally, I dispelled the doubts in my heart, and decided that she was just like me, just an infatuated painter, because she was so fascinated by painting that she completely forgot the passage of time. I walked slowly behind her, and kicked a small stone into the pool, only to hear a crisp sound, a ripple rippled on the surface of the water, and the waves spread round and round—and the painting girl The child is still immersed in the painting, as if he doesn't feel that another person has broken into this clean place.

When I saw her paintings, I couldn't help but be amazed. The lines on the canvas are extremely simple, condensing the power of beauty and tranquility.Using lines, shapes and shadows to entrust my feelings is exactly the way I have dreamed of painting for many years-she is drawing the moon, and this sketch can be completed just by finishing this stroke.But for some reason, she couldn't draw such simple lines well. "Oh, I'm so tired, my hands are shaking badly." She sighed. I nodded understandingly, because I often do the same thing. It is obviously a very simple thing, but at a certain time, I can't do it well, and the more anxious I am, the more difficult it is-the ability seems to suddenly disappear. As if lost!And I don't know when it will come back, maybe it will never come back, every time this happens, I will feel extra helpless and confused - I took the paintbrush in her hand and quickly painted it on the canvas. Draw a moon.

"Well, that's great—in the future, let's draw together!" The moonlight shone on her face, which was really charming. I muddle-headedly agreed, there was no harm in thinking, it was just painting—I came to the deep mountains, didn’t I just want to paint some real paintings? A gust of wind blows in the face, and there is a slight rustling sound from the peach leaves. The girl quickly opened the paint box, melted with the pool water quickly, and painted the painting quickly——she was as fast as a gust of wind, and I was completely Can't see her movements clearly. The peach leaves are still shaking gently, the girl stands quietly in front of the canvas, the painting has been completed.

I once studied the painting style of Kaii in the East, hoping to achieve a harmonious fusion of the soul and the scenery, and create an emotional landscape painting, but I have been thinking hard for many years, but it has been in vain.I have never painted a work that really satisfies me—the beautiful wisdom contained in this painting and the nostalgia for simple life are exactly what I dream of.My heart floated up in the moonlight of Chuntan, joy and sorrow grew and trembled in my heart, I wiped my eyes, and when I looked again, I found that the moonlight in the painting was completely different from the moonlight outside: the moon outside The colors seem to condense into light and quiet music.The Spring Pool in the painting is like a song that reaches people's heart, the peach blossoms falling on the water are a few frivolous pink notes.I stared intently at the canvas, and couldn't help admiring the young girl in front of me.

"Are you also a student of the Academy of Fine Arts?" I guessed. "No, I've already gone to work and opened a curtain shop at the foot of the mountain." Bathed in the moonlight, we walked down the mountain together.We couldn't find the way down the mountain, we walked on the tip of the grass, on the leaves, the girl walked hand in hand with me, she led me, step by step, every step was refreshing and frivolous, my heart was slowly filled Light and happy spring mist. I told her about our graduation works, about ancient Chinese landscape paintings, about the incompetence and inability to walk on the road of art, about the eagerness of my classmates for quick success, and about graduation—it doesn’t matter to someone like me who has no money. , and unsophisticated young people, I am afraid it will be difficult to find their place in the hustle and bustle of the world...

She listened to me quietly, smiling and nodding whenever I looked at her.She has a quiet expression, somehow she resembles my first love girlfriend, I can't help thinking about it... At the foot of the mountain, the sun has risen, and the morning light is shining on the red house beside the road, which is very beautiful among the green trees.There are five large characters written on the door of the house - "Spring Breeze Curtain Store". It stands to reason that the curtain shop should be opened in a busy city, and it would be a little uncoordinated in such a place. Who would go to the mountains to buy curtains?

A small yellow car drove up from a distance, it was the car of tourists going into the mountains for an outing. The girl who was traveling with me shook off my hand at once, ran forward quickly, and blocked me in the middle of the road.The car stopped, and the man who was driving poked his head out and cursed loudly: "Are you courting death?!" "Buy a curtain!" A girl in a skirt ran out of the store—the skirt itself is a painting—the distant view is the far south of the Yangtze River, and the rainy apricot tree is in front of you, shining brightly human heart. "This is the magical spring curtain, with it, you can hear the wind blowing the bamboo leaves and the birds singing in the room, you will see the clouds slowly rising from the valley, and the scent of the first blooming mountain flowers lingers on the dressing table , the smell of green grass floats into my dream..."

Her voice is moist and warm, reminiscent of those rains in the sun.These words were like spells, the angry tourists listened, their temper gradually improved, and they even parked their cars in front of the store and walked into this weird store.Walking into the store is like walking into an exhibition of landscape paintings by famous painters. The background colors of the curtains are various greens—the green of newborn willow leaves, the green of moss on the stone, the green of duckweed on the river, and the star grass by the stream. There are greens...the greens you have seen, the greens you have never seen, and even the greens you can't imagine-the curtains are painted with charming and charming green valleys. Walking to a curtain called "Song of Water and Grass", the girl said: "Please listen quietly, the spring water is playing music, and the green grass is singing." For the first time in my life, I heard the song of water and grass.What a wonderful music, it doesn't seem to come from the outside at all, but it looks like a violin that has been stored in the heart since childhood, being played by a wonderful hand. People seem to have suddenly realized that the paintings on these curtains are worth a lot. "I want this one!" A woman exclaimed loudly. The girl who painted the painting quickly climbed up the ladder, took down the painting and handed it to her: "Be sure to keep it well, and hang it on the window of the room with your own hands." "Well, definitely, definitely!" The woman held the folded curtains in her arms, as if holding a beloved baby, and the people in the same car quickly got into the small car, turned around, and went back to the city. After a while, the "Song of Flowers and Rain" hanging on the wall... the entire series of curtains of the Sound of Spring were sold out, and the people who got the magical spring curtains were full of joy and returned to the city one after another. "Did you draw the paintings on those curtains?" After the customers had left, I asked the girl who brought me over. "Well, I like painting very much. Every year when I come out of my hometown, I paint wherever I go, in the mountains, by the river, and in the village—painting grass, flowers, trees, sika deer, flowers and butterflies. There are always a lot of paintings on the road. Now there are more and more cities, there is nothing to paint in the city, there are buildings everywhere, and the park is not interesting. It is a pity. Yu and I came here and opened this A curtain shop. Yu does the weaving, and I paint on the curtains." "But, if you don't charge money, aren't you going to lose money?" "Money? Losing money? What do you mean?" The girl looked at me puzzled. Seeing that she was so innocent, I couldn't ask any more questions.After a while, a strange car stopped in front of the small shop. The car was full of green curtains. The shape of the truck was strange, as rough as old tree bark. On the truck, there were more than a dozen people who were as thick as big trees. Powerful porter. "Thank you, thank you so much!" The mover put the curtains back and thanked the two girls.After a while, the truck drove into the deep mountain again. Looking at the back of the truck, I somehow felt that it looked like an old tree running. After a while, lunch was served on the table, and there were only two kinds of food: a plate of green vegetables and a small bowl of nectar.The girl smeared honey on the vegetable leaves and handed them to me. I was already hungry, so I took the vegetable leaves and ate them.The vegetable leaves are raw and have a wonderful fragrance. After eating a small one, the feeling of hunger disappeared. I stayed at Chunfeng Curtain Shop and drew pictures on the curtain fabric with a charcoal pencil every day. After the drawing was finished, the girls would color the pictures.I don’t know why, but my sketches have never been good, but now I get better and better. I have visions of landscapes one after another in my mind. Every sight I have seen in Wanlu Valley can be drawn into a picture: a road, A piece of grass, two trees, three honeys and a cloud...  I used to think that only the most beautiful scenery can draw a good painting. Now I know that every scenery can be painted. The most important thing is the heart of the painter. Beauty and wisdom are hidden deep in the heart. Going forward in the heart, digging in the deep well of the heart persistently, the spring of beauty will flow out. I immersed myself in painting and gradually forgot the passage of time.It wasn't until my friend Chongchong found me and took me back to the high roof of the student dormitory of the Academy of Fine Arts that I realized that every window in the city was hung with spring curtains. The curtains block the tall buildings outside the window and separate the noisy streets. When people put down their work and stand in front of the beautiful curtains, they can hear the singing of running water and the joyous chirping of birds and beasts in spring. The grass and trees seem to be alive. Careful people will find that the flowers on the grass and trees bloom more and more day by day, and the fragrance fills the room.People tell various stories about spring curtains on the bus, on the phone, and on QQ. Those stories are indeed beautiful and magical: There was a person standing in front of the window who walked into the path in the painting unknowingly. When she came back, her clothes were wet with dew. When a man was playing the flute in front of the window, a bird flew out from the curtain and stood on his shoulder. Someone's pet dog ran into the curtains, chased the squirrels in the painting, and stayed out for days, and it seemed that he would never come out again. ... The people of the city seem to be content with their magic spring curtains, and I no longer hear of anyone going to the Valley of Evergreen. I immersed myself in the creation of my graduation work, and gradually forgot all the things outside of me.However, on the day of Lixia, when I woke up, Chongchong told me that all those magical curtains disappeared all of a sudden. It seemed to be blown away by the wind all of a sudden. I hurried to the Wanlu Valley, and the Spring Breeze Curtain Shop had disappeared.Where the red house was, there was a huge pink stone.Because tourists do not come, the Wanlu Valley has returned to life. However, the spring breeze, the spring rain, and our spring curtains all disappeared at once. I walked back to the city on foot, walking on the street, a rain as big as a peanut, sifting through my head. Spring is back, how melancholy I am!