Enjoy the painting

It was nearly dusk, the sky was slowly darkening, it had just rained, the weather was not bad, there was already the chill of early autumn, the wind was blowing, and the leaves on both sides were still dripping with newly fallen water droplets, occasionally two flying birds flew through the air, their long wings crossed the silent sky, the wind had taken away the moisture left by the rain.

This is a bright and spacious study, flanked by several huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows, glass windows outside a small patio, lined with bamboo, standing silent in the cool air, half hidden behind the wall against the Taihu Lake stone, stone form classical and generous, zigzagging elegant wall tiles are arranged in a row. The dignified and calm atmosphere will be inadvertently haloed.

Five people gathered around a square table in the middle of the study, waiting for the owner of the house to bring out his collection. He is a collector and recently received a new small scroll, so he invited his friends to come and have a look. He took out a small rectangular box from the cabinet behind him, about a foot long and two feet wide, made of mahogany, with grain-like plum blossoms and inner color. He slowly drew open the lid to reveal the tiny scroll inside.

The outer layer of the scroll is wrapped with green and gray damask paper, like embroidery on the top with a gold wire outline of the square pattern, because the age of the paper has been somewhat powdery, the top also doesn't have a jade. This is the Ming Dynasty Lu Zhi's "miscellaneous flowers scroll".

The damask paper was opened, wrapped in a little bit inside the scroll unfolded, and the first plum blossom slowly appeared. For a moment, it was as if the entire room was dimmed, and only the ancient painting still emitted a glittering light.

A dark arm, from the two people between the shoulders, thick black hand to the scroll, the hand seems to be still covered with a little grape skin, and a moment shrunk back, held in the other hand, a deep breath, bulging belly also shrunk back, "Mom yeah, a senior level yeah." The mouth is a flutter, in the master intentionally or unintentionally eyelids a roll of the moment back a step.

Next to a wife crisp and loud from the human slit, "Oops ~ this is good to see Noi." Excited like a little girl, her big red lips were glistening, very modern old Shanghai-style bob curls also hitched down, earrings tinkling and clinking, and a large smell of fragrant powder permeated the air. Five people are very careful to put their hands behind their backs, or clutch them to their chests, and can not help but stretch their heads forward.

The master who was slowly opening the scroll at this time changed his usual old impious appearance, sitting on the tail shi chair, lowered his voice, as if he had leaked the heavenly secret and said, "This is not easy to see, today is a rare gathering of people, must be on a hard dish." Previously shrewd and cunning eyes also put away, there are a few admiration serious slowly unfold the scroll, he is not all at once, he was very careful to first unfold a foot, this foot to look at the end, first rolled, and then unfold the next foot, the action is very light, very slow, as the ancients said, "sunken dense gods, such as to the Supreme".

We looked at the patterns on the scrolls as if we were watching the distant lights across the river, concentrating on them, sometimes with slightly false eyes as if we couldn't see, and the teacher who studied Chinese painting next to us couldn't wait to get a telescope to see them. There was a shimmering light in his eyes, I don't know if it was the light from the study or the glow of the painting in his mind, insignificant, yet extraordinarily dazzling.

The lights in the courtyard were on, and the bamboo light and ink shadows subtly surfaced on our faces, like full brushes, light and calm, with the crispness of the bamboo, with a large mist of water, staining the whole room.

The scroll slowly wound up, the last foot of iris was put away, the whole painting ended, such as a song high mountains and flowing water overtone end, there is still residual rhyme echoed in the room, we all face with a few implied that we are not yet finished, but the adults have been tense body and breathing, but a moment to relax, each sitting back in their positions, chatting up every day.

Only then did we realize that it was raining again.