Lecter
"there are hills in the chest and rocks in mountain rivers." among the small group of stone-basket lovers, dad is a little famous, and he's had a good time with rock-basin for almost 10 years。
In the countryside, not only rivers and mountains, but also in front of houses, the green mountains and ancient roots are everywhere, and the unique nature of the natural conditions that make dad to play with stones and to become interested in bong-view art. Dad retires every day, but picks up stones, and he's carrying his head, looking for the strange old roots that he uses to grow a basin view. He likes to carve stones into beautiful mountain basins, like thousands of layers of rock that are the best expression for mountains, so soft and plentiful that they are the best expression for guilin. A mountain stone from the florist market, or a rock recovered from the outskirts of the country, which was carved out by dad, quickly folded and folded and added to a pine and a flat-leaf canoe, a monolith painting of the mountain water was present。
Unlike the stake basin view, the stone basin view is dominated by rock and stone and reflects the big picture of the river and the higher demand for cultural maintenance. Every time a father travels with his family or steps on the road, his family appreciates the view, while his father searches for stones, and his father cares about stones of particular shape, size and colour. In its design, dad organizes space by means of a variety of techniques, such as glitter, contrast, spectrometry, partitioning, etc., and prefers to combine small stones with cement or glue into the form he wants, together with little things like kiosks, boats, bridges, etc., all over the place, reflecting his father's brilliant ideas and expressing his home。
One evening last summer, when dad was walking down the river park, he suddenly found a different rock in the mud after the rain. And raise up their hands, those who are in a deep state, and know well that they are an abandoned ornament, and return with them. "the real face of the mountain." woe to him who had been thrown by his master because he had been crippled。
In the face of this crippled, hard stone, my father has a lot of luck: how to make it new and old? It took a lot of thought. The first two days of “conforming” became the present: the stone was nearly 40 centimetres high, and it was so thick that it looked like a corrupt tower. Put it on an elliptical board, with a little bit of suffocation: the mountains are built with rock. A small temple with a rock lion in the foot of the mountain, and a few green mosses in between, and the roots of the mountains with small frays of rock, each of them having fun。
Inverted water, sunward, dustproof, wet, sprayed once a day. After january, the moss is visible and green grass is full of cliffs. And not long ago, the grass bloomed with the stars and the flowers, and the chickens fell, and the greens were blue, and the beams were shining, and the joy was good. Dad cannot help but remember the poem of the poet who wandered around the quinshi view: "the whole thing has been wiped out."
In the balcony of dad's house, the two stone basins on the wall are more obstinate. A blue-grey, blue-grey pellets of rock, made of a thin, narrow piece of rock, which, although not more than 60 to 70 centimetres high, is like a short sword with a plume of swords, steep and steep in the south. According to dad, the stone that makes this basin is called an axle-sharp rock, which is a kind of rock like the strewn rock, with hammers hitting it vertically along the layers, breaking it into pieces of rock of different sizes and shapes, and then choosing the pieces of stone to be used, with cement attached to the idea, into a fantastic basin。
And some of the porcelain porcelain porcelain porcelain porcelain upon the ark, and some of the porcelain pavilions on the hill. Next to the axes is a swarm of sandstone. It's a whole stone. The rock is long and tall, but narrow. With the exception of a slight sculpture on the top of the rock, the rest is spread over the natural ears of the rock, and it is a rare piece of rock. The top and bottom of the sandstone is slightly larger, and at its peak a cliff has been explored, giving the khaki-coloured rock a plume of the northern mountains and an ancient wind. The two-basket style is one south, one south, one east, one south, one south, one south, one south, one south, one south, one south。
Dad's level of production and art has improved considerably. In the courtyard, on the balcony, in the big tub, spring is green, summer is sour, it's so popular. When looking at his masterpieces, dad used to write poems for the basin view, as he could say: “the fragrance of gold, the snow and the snow, the hawk of spring and autumn, the tree of spring and autumn, and the painting of the intoxicated hyena.” it's a poem with a view, it's a mixed scene, and dad's old years are full and happy。
