"Bayi North Drifting Chronicle" series of topics · Winter, in the northern countryside

Bayi Qiu, his real name Hong Dongbing, was born in Taizhou, Jiangsu in 1947. Famous painters, calligraphers, and writers, are now a special professor of Rongbaozhai Painting Academy, the honorary curator of Xiamen Baqiu Art Museum, the honorary curator of the Taizhou Baqiu Art Museum, and a special calligrapher of the Jiangsu Institute of Calligraphy Research in Jiangsu Province. The paintings have been exhibited many times at home and abroad, and have been collected by many institutions and collectors. Picture today. Chinese painting famous file Bayi Qiu. Volume "" Creation of Emotional Love -Pakistani Chinese Painting Collection ", personal prose collection" Drum Halberd Chronicle ", and the novel collection" Water Drumpy is Mirror ".

Bayu's works "Hom Old Lane"

Winter, in the northern countryside

Winter northern village. Few people have nothing to do outside, they are cold.

The day before yesterday, before the son went abroad, he came to the village to live. The next morning, I invited him to go back and forth on the road in front of the door several times.

This winter, the haze is much strange. It was already at noon, and it was hard to show his face. Although there is no wind, staying outside the house still feels cold.

The two of us walked slowly on the trail near the back door, and there was no theme. The place where the son went was an unknown country. In fact, there are not many places on this earth. At home and abroad, things and behind you have said each other, as if it is easy. In fact, in this peaceful atmosphere, it is difficult to experience the unexpected environment in the distance. Talk about some irrelevant information. In fact, it is intentional to avoid some heavy topics, which is rare between us.

The fence on the roadside is a wooden stick with different thickness, which is exaggerated; a pile of messy firewood and tiles, heavy piles of piles. There are bare and gray. This is a common scene in northern winter. However, I was touched by these scenes. When I was in the Bei'an River in Haidian a few years ago, I wanted to draw it to write it. I have never shot. The son saw it, and he also felt the same, saying that he could draw it. I was relieved for a while. My son feels similar to me in this regard.

Bayu's works "Hom Old Lane"

This morning, it got up late. First, the sky was gray, and then it turned up slowly. I said that I had to wait for the fence to take a picture, otherwise I would have changed from time to time. If I missed it, I couldn't make up. My wife also followed. I advised her not to come, it's too cold. She followed a while, and I persuaded him to return.

I took some fences and firewood piles on the way with my son that day. Later, I went into the village to take some of the houses and beside the door.

For the sake of coldness, few people in the village came out. Only when the dogs came, they barked. There was even a small thing that was naughty to dirty white hair into charcoal. Originally on the road, when I saw me, I hurried back to my door and screamed at me hard to express my loyalty. Too abominable. So cute. And my son, who is not "fighting", ran out of the country at this moment to express loyalty. Thinking of this, I can't help but feel Waner.

There was a cluster of white poplars behind the door. The sound of pigeons whistle across the sky, oscillation like metal, but no pigeon was seen. There were some nests hanging on the treetops, but the birds were not seen. Obviously, they couldn't bear the cold. In front of many people, there are small cars, as well as some dilapidated transportation tools. The thin chimney stretched to the sky, a faint smoke. If not, the northern countryside may never be silent.

Bayu's works "Hom Old Lane"

Indeed, the villages in the north, cold, withered, lonely, silent, have been sleeping halfway, it seems that this is the case. Villages not far away are highways. Nowadays, the roads can be far away, and it leads to the colder or warm south. But this road seems to have nothing to do with the village.

For too cold, I finally stopped. After returning, I counted a few times and took a total of ninety. Want to use it for painting. However, whether it can be used for it is a matter of future things, depending on interest.

An old man in the south thousands of miles away, interested in doing something boring.

In the afternoon, the sky gradually darkened again. This means that the abominable smog is coming again.

Hi, my god! The plate was not cleaned, and the water of Yichi Tianhe was soiled.

We hid in the house again and couldn't come out.

I hid in the house, and I didn't feel cold at all.

In winter, the village in the north is very cold, but it is very peaceful and quiet.

The draft was at the end of December 2015 at the end of December of Tongzhou Langfu Village

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