Shanjian Academy

Chapter 51 Learning from Nature
Mu Zhengyang smiled slightly, looked up at the sky and said, "It's eight o'clock in the morning, you should observe here first, I'll go back to the academy and get you an umbrella!"

Liu Lihua stayed in the academy for half an hour before going down the mountain. Yesterday, she discussed with Mu Dahai about opening a winery, and there are still a lot of details waiting to be discussed.

Mu Zhengyang looked at the time in the yard, guessing that his mother should have arrived home, took out two umbrellas from the warehouse, walked to the edge of the hillside in front of the academy, and gave Zhao Shiran one.

at this time.

The white clouds are hidden, the black clouds are surging, the birds in the forest are flying low, and there are bursts of "rumbling" thunder.

Zhao Shiran looked at the unpredictable sky in surprise, the sun was out when he went up the mountain, and there was no sign of rain at all, but his teacher had already mentioned the matter of taking the umbrella an hour and a half ago, doubting this People who live in seclusion in the mountains have some special skills, so they asked: "Teacher, how did you know it will rain! Could it be that you watched the sky last night and knew it would rain after nine o'clock this morning?"

Watching the sky at night?

Mu Zhengyang hasn't learned this kind of coquettish operation yet.

But the weather forecast that comes with his mobile browser is still very accurate, especially the weather in the last day or two, when the sun rises, when it rains, how strong the wind is, and from which direction, it can all be displayed clearly Clear and clear.

Mu Zhengyang smiled and said, "It seems that you don't have the habit of reading the weather forecast!"

"It's actually a weather forecast..." Zhao Shiran curled his lips in great disappointment, and said casually and enthusiastically, "Since it will rain heavily soon, let's go back to the academy! My grandfather praised your calligraphy for its 'willow bone charm' style, It is a masterpiece in the world of calligraphy, let me see it with this opportunity!"

"Don't worry, you are really lucky. You came to the academy to study calligraphy on the first day, and you got the right time and place. Let's appreciate the calligraphy of nature together!"

Mu Zhengyang's eyes were also full of anticipation, as if waiting for something to come.

"You asked me to observe these trees just to appreciate the calligraphy of nature?"

Zhao Shiran seemed to understand why Mu Zhengyang asked her to observe the tree, but after looking at it for an hour and a half, she still couldn't see why.

Mu Zhengyang nodded and said, "Here we come!"

A bolt of lightning exploded, like a gap in Tianhe.

The sound of thunderbolts was like the horn of a charge, and the downpour poured recklessly on Tiannan Mountain.

The wind blows, and the silver snake dances with electricity.

Under the fierce attack of the storm, the trees under the hillside seemed to be bent down by the heavy thunder, but then straightened up again, and then there was a loud noise, which seemed to bounce the thunder into the deep valley!
Trees, big and small, stand up against violent storms, thunder and lightning. During the collision, when they are injured, cracked or collapsed, they also let the thunderstorm taste the taste of trees!
In the haze, amidst the deafening thunder, a tree suddenly fell to the east, swayed to the west, bent, stood firm, dragged the ground, pierced the sky...

Mu Zhengyang was holding an umbrella, his clothes were still wet a lot, but he didn't care, and said to Zhao Shiran, "Do you understand?"

Zhao Shiran's clothes were also wet a lot, but his mind was immersed in this hillside, his heart was beating violently, and he suddenly thought of something, and exclaimed excitedly: "These trees are like a pen, a pen just picked up A pen that tightens and releases, just moves and then falls! This flying pen shrinks, fluffs, sweeps, and drags in the storm. They are crazy! They are shaking! It is Zhang Xu's, Huai Su's pen! "

The thunder is still blowing, the wind is still blowing, the rain is still falling, the tree is still shaking, and writing!
In the haze of mist and rain, the trees that look like the tip of a pen, like a human head, like a staggering like drunk, look like Zhang Xu, who is addicted to alcohol, roars when he is deeply drunk, and dips his head in ink to write!
And the rumbling thunder that fell to the ground seemed to be thrown from the air by Zhang Xu when he was writing!
The thunder is still blowing, the wind is still blowing, the rain is still falling, and the strong and healthy tree is still shaking and writing!
Zhao Shiran stared at the trees all over the mountain and the strong branches, wandering like a startled snake lost its way in the clear water, flying and turning like a whirlwind in a shower, unrestrained and changing at will.

In the majestic momentum, it reflects a strange and healthy structure, revealing some brush marks, some ink marks, and some lines, which makes people fall into the world of Huai Su's calligraphy works.

The thunder gradually faded away, the rainstorm gradually subsided, and the strong wind gradually weakened.

Ink clouds piled up in the distance in the sky, and the gray sky lit up with the blowing of the wind.

The entire mountain came out from the sound of thunder, wind and rain, and the warm sunshine came out again.

Zhao Shiran fell into a state of enlightenment, the scenes of the trees fighting against the thunder and storm all appeared in his mind, Zhang Diansukuang's true intentions wanted to burst out in his chest.

Mu Zhengyang knew that Zhao Shiran should have comprehended the shape and meaning of Zhang Diansukuang, but in fact the essence of grass does not lie in the arrogance on the surface, but more in the "quietness" and "emptiness" from the heart.

If you want to make the style of the work out of vulgarity, you can only present it with a clear mind!
There is a sentence in Su Shi's "Send off Shen Liaoshi", "Quietness makes the crowd move, and the empty space accommodates the myriad realms."

Can an impetuous and snobbish heart run freely and freely?Love can't be specialized, can ink be smooth?God can't be concentrated, can the pen be crazy?

Only by letting the brush and ink flow freely, and the lines change at will, can it be achieved in the spirit of love and can be completed.

Mu Zhengyang knew that Zhao Shiran had done his best, and what was left was a realm, which was indeed too early for Zhao Shiran.

Zhao Shiran recovered from the state of enlightenment, the heavy rain came and went quickly, but in this short half an hour, although her teacher did not tell her anything about calligraphy, but From another more intuitive way, she realized the true meaning of Zhang Diansumaniac.

This kind of true meaning may take her to write for ten years, 20 years, or even longer before she has a chance to comprehend it.

Zhao Shiran thanked Mu Zhengyang from the bottom of his heart, and bowed respectfully towards Mu Zhengyang and said, "Thank you teacher!"

She doesn't talk much, but her words are sincere. From this moment on, she regards Mu Zhengyang as her real teacher, her lifelong teacher!

Mu Zhengyang smiled lightly and said, "Thank you for what? I just got in the rain with you! If you want to thank, thank the trees all over the mountain, and thank you for the storm just now!"

Zhao Shiran smiled mysteriously, as if grabbing a fox's tail, and said: "Teacher, you said before that you are an amateur and have no teacher. In fact, I have never believed it! But I suddenly discovered your profound meaning just now, just like Zhang Xu saw the princess and the porter scrambling to cross the road and suddenly understood the artistic conception of cursive calligraphy, and watched Gongsun Da Niang dance sword and realized the charm of cursive calligraphy! Teacher, you must have learned from nature, and then comprehended the profound meaning of calligraphy! No wonder you are two years older than me years old, but he has such a profound attainment in calligraphy!"

Mu Zhengyang laughed, noncommittal, and said: "The clothes are all wet, I'll go to the yard and light a fire, and you can dry the clothes, so as not to get sick and catch a cold."

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