I painted the Red Chamber
The Gongwang Mansion in the Shichahai area of Beijing, which is said to have been speculated by some historians as the prototype of the Jia Mansion in Cao Xueqin's works.
Entering the garden, one truly exudes an extraordinary aura. No one was there, only the chirping of birds, the ethereal aura wafted through people, as if they were from another world. Later on, I often went there for a walk. I went during the day and even at night, and even talked to the people who were looking at the garden. I specially carried lanterns and lit up all the lanterns in the garden. The Jia Mansion statue has regained its former glory. Listening to people's luxurious words in the silent place, one after another, listening to the legend of gods and ghosts about the garden, so that the timid friend was in a cold sweat when he entered the "wutong Yard", and insisted on seeing the ghost of Qin's hanging. On days of heavy snowfall, more than one gatekeeper has seen a white fox deep in the house, passing through the snow. The nearby neighbors in the Fox Fairy Temple on the small hill in the front yard pray for the Fox Fairy to bless their children's safety, and the incense continues to burn. Over the course of several months, the ins and outs of the garden, the unique shapes of the buildings and pavilions, were as precious as a family heirloom. When I read "Dream of the Red Chamber" for the third time, I came up with the concept of a group painting called "Dream of the Red Chamber". It was a pink display that, from a distance, seemed to show the hustle and bustle of the world. However, upon closer inspection, the empty Red Chamber was still lively, and the bustling scene remained deserted Lively, lively scene, still desolate A monk whispered in his ear, "Fake goes, real comes, real wins over fake. There is no original truth, there is no right or wrong. Laughter and sadness are all fake, greed and longing are all fake." One "fake" and one "crazy" made me crazy for a year, finally realizing this complex terrain and strange elves Monks often say in my dreams, 'Alright, alright, alright is alright, alright is alright...' After a hundred years, the Jia family, with their right and wrong, loved by each other in life and death, will leave empty buildings and never come again. The elves are playing games here that are neither true nor false, neither good nor bad The soul of modern people, like Baoyu after becoming a monk, faces a vast expanse of snow-white sky and laughs loudly, radiating out.
Modern people, go well.
Comment[2011-10-02]
The time and place of the story in " Dream of the Red Chamber " are both illusory. A wealthy government family goes from prosperity to decline, and the story depicts 975 characters, vividly and delicately depicting the love, hate, lust, and hatred of various characters with distinct personalities. After seeing all the scenery in the world, the female protagonist vomits blood and dies when the male protagonist marries someone else. The male protagonist eventually becomes a monk and gets rid of all the troubles in the world. This book describes that life is a predetermined destiny, and 975 people are embedded according to fate. The entire article is filled with immeasurable beauty in poetry, songs, mountains, rivers, and towers, making it a miracle in the history of world writing . The collector of 'Dream of the Red Chamber' is a wealthy and successful young New York banker who once worked in the same office as my daughter and learned about my paintings. He claimed that he must look at these paintings every day when he is sad and disappointed, and use them as the cover of his computer. After the divorce, he bought eight pieces from this series, and the middle one, " The Banquet That Never Ends, " was collected by another successful entrepreneur. He also experienced various emotional traumas of love. Strangely, his wife defined this beloved painting as a company collection. Yes, sad love stories circulate in human society, like a constantly supplied banquet, where people taste the profound beauty while savoring this delicious dish. The profound beauty of tragedy is a pearl that has solidified from human tears.