Flower fans painted in early summer

"I can't translate and introduce this book for you, but I can draw a weed fan for you." I drew this fan after I happened to see Li GE marking in the Douban that I wanted to see "Liu Zongmin's notes on weeds and weeds" (a total of two volumes). The pattern on the fan comes from the covers of the two books.

Jiangchuan Lan mentioned Liu Zongmin and his two plant notes in the Lily of Natsume Shushi. Liu Zongmin was born in a famous family, his father is the "father of folk art" Liu Zongyue in Japan, his mother Nakajima and son is a famous vocal musician, and his two brothers are also outstanding artists. Compared with the fame of his family, Liu Zongmin, the third son, was hidden behind the halo and remained silent and lonely with the plants all his life. When the Weed Notes was published, Liu Zongmin was already in his seventies. Jiangchuan Lan commented on the set of plant notes: "concise, gentle and indifferent."

"how much I love you there! I give you my whole 24-year-old heart, my sarcastic heart, my pride and my White Rose poem. "

when I read Yemai's House full of roses in the morning, I thought of Borges's memory of a Yellow Rose. I feel that the two poems are very similar: "I give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger and thirst of my heart; I try to move you with confusion, danger, and failure."

Yemei was an old French poet in the 17th century, while Borges was an Argentine, with an age difference of more than 30 years, but there was always a force that brought souls together across time and space.

Ziyang Flower Fan.

Last early summer, I moved to my new house with a pot of purple flowers. The first book I read on the bed was Junichi Watanabe's Diary of Ziyang Flowers.

"if the ship leaves the shore, will it come back?" "

" of course, because the ship only belongs to the shore. "

Phoenix Flower Fan.

in the days next to Nanyang, I wrote about a beautiful misunderstanding about the Phoenix tree.

when I moved into this room three years ago, I sat alone in the living room collecting my father-in-law's old books. It was raining cats and dogs outside, and it was the same breath that blew to me through the layers of pavilions. I looked up and looked at the old tree not far away. I have some strange apprehension and unprecedented peace of mind about the new life I have already started.

then one day, I sat in the morning light of the balcony and painted it. At that time, I thought it was a Phoenix tree. I solemnly titled Paul Eliya's "Phoenix" on the painting: "I am the last passer-by in your life, the last scenery, the last battle for survival."

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"crape myrtle blossoms for half a year", crape myrtle blossoms, indicating the beginning of a long summer.

the first crape myrtle seen this year is purple (blossoms too high, attempted to steal flowers), red crape myrtle is the most common, but white crape myrtle is rare.

Defoo Hua wrote an article "Blue Flowers" in which he mentioned the metatarsal grass: "this is not a flower, this is the spirit of dew in color." The crisp, short-lived, beautiful face is the news from heaven that can be seen in the world. " The flower of duckweed only blooms in the morning, and its flowering period is very short, so it is really exquisite to describe its character with "the news of heaven in an instant".

the blue flowers are as small as a clock, squeezed together in a string, and covered in the branches intertwined vertically and horizontally. From a distance, it seems to be shrouded in a layer of blue fog. if you look closely at it, you will find that it is purple in the blue. it is a dream painted on the canvas with green lotus and a little blue in the color palette.

Melia azedarach blossoms again.

think of the neem flowers that bloomed quietly and hot on the highway in late spring and early summer last year. I also miss the neem tree by the water that disappeared after painting and the time when I can't go back: "I go in and out quietly in this house of my own age every day, just like the childhood home where neem trees were planted in the backyard. At that time, I slept alone in the room on the second floor, the window with no curtains was always open, and the layers of leaves rustled by the wind outside, giving people the illusion of rain. Sitting in the room at night reading and painting, the fragrance of neem flowers floats into the house with the evening wind, and there is a sense of endless time. "

the afternoon I received Xiaoling's collection of poems "paranoid Tango", I opened it all over the window and made the gentleman draw this fan. Thinking of a year ago now, I am also smelling the fragrance of a gentleman, illustrating this collection of poems by Xiaoling.

this collection of poems woven from dream talk is about the growth and transformation of a woman. I wrote in the accompanying picture: "you see countless people standing at the crossroads of the past, standing on tiptoe to their own shadow dancing the tango alone, spinning and spinning. Those feelings that grow in the dark are swallowed up by the darkness and then grow in the dark, rushing, looking for the soul's refuge like the light, all the lightness is with pain, which is the trace of time passing by. "