No one knows my pain.
Just like no one knows how I fired those beautiful porcelain.
And my greatest pain and happiness actually comes from making porcelain.
They are magnificent, quiet, natural or eccentric, but they are all rare.
My persistent yearning and pursuit for firing and owning the most perfect porcelain has always been my whole spiritual belief.
A good porcelain artist is first and foremost a painter. Design porcelain styles and pictures, and outline the image in your heart in the blank. Then, with the help of the sum of earth and fire, God's will, we can achieve a piece of porcelain and our own feelings.
Needless to say, pride. Who in the Central Plains doesn't know my Yu Ning porcelain? Even the porcelain tributes of the official kiln should imitate my paintings. However, it must be shaped.
But every time I open a kiln to test porcelain, my mood is very complicated.
I personally mixed soil and water to make embryos, I painted patterns, and I burned the kiln seriously.
But the final works often make me feel both familiar and unfamiliar. Just like facing your newborn child, you will not only have the ecstasy of being a parent, but also be surprised and sighed at the natural creation.
After a thorough understanding of this mystery and a little sense of accomplishment, how can you not wake up, not give in and not be grateful?
It was the parents who gave birth to the baby's body, and the child also inherited some physical and mental characteristics of the parents. But don't you think that babies contain the mysterious power of nature from embryo to birth, from eyes and nose to internal organs, and from birth to babbling?
I call it "the power of nature"
Just like my porcelain, I give it color, and it also has my obvious aesthetic orientation. But its birth is actually more due to nature and its forces.
I'm just using the hand of nature, just like the parents of children.
Hands and hands are different. Children are different from porcelain.
Perhaps my gesture has a unique temperament.
It is said that Ning Yuping is a must. I draw flowers and birds on vegetarian embryos.
Whether it is a flower or a tree, or a bird or a small fish, the image is often weird, exaggerated and stubborn. The rise of Takamatsu Gucci sees beauty in ugliness; Birds, on the other hand, curl up and shrink their necks, looking humiliated and unyielding. They don't drop much ink, but they make people feel untouchable and fly when they touch them.
My dear friend Yue Ming, the little master of Qingquan Temple, said that all my things are "written in kind".
I don't know why I painted it like this. It was like this when I first shot it. If summer insects sing their own voice, they don't choose the right voice.
This is the only thing. Everything is there. I can't exceed my height. I never repeat it. In fact, it cannot be repeated.
The next new book will always be my vision and expectation.
All I can do is quietly and wholeheartedly wait for the inspiration to come again.
Once made, this kind of porcelain has its own life and destiny.
Then, gradually it has nothing to do with me.
How long they can be displayed and appreciated on the shelf is another story for the porcelain man himself.
May disappear before me, like dust to dust, soil to soil; Or after me, I still have a treasure that occupies a small place.
Only time will know the answer.
No matter what the world is like, I just want to burn my own porcelain kiln, make a living and entertain myself, and think nothing else.
My best friend, Sheng Di, a famous painter in the porcelain capital, is charming and talented, and likes painting my porcelain.
Hehe, I also like to fire his painter.
I first met him in his painting studio. Inadvertently witnessed countless drawings on my porcelain, and I was surprised as if I had met another one.
You know, my kiln only sells a few pieces of porcelain a year, and people who don't like it are determined not to buy it. One handle is enough to live. I only took one or two pieces of porcelain from a kiln, and the rest were destroyed. Sometimes I don't even show them around the kiln. It has always been famous for its unique products.
And Dixon can browse so many paintings, I wonder how many buyers he visited and begged!
There are many people who imitate me, but his painting is really good, with both form and spirit, which can be confused.
I was moved at that moment. Aside from other utilitarian factors, I know that only if I really like it will I paint so much and so well.
I think he might understand me. I am very happy.
We gradually became good friends.
There are two pieces of porcelain that I keep secret from others. Only Sheng Di has seen them, but neither he nor I can attract their charm.
That's my kiln porcelain.
Porcelain obtained after opening the kiln has undergone special changes in color, color and shape, and it can't be made repeatedly for no reason, which is called "kiln change". People think that this kind of porcelain is extremely ominous and will be smashed and buried immediately.
I was deeply shocked and impressed by this natural and peculiar beauty. For example, the blue-and-white glaze bottle of this kiln change and the lotus flower with a solitary label have a rest. The glaze color and the cyan bottom glaze interact vaguely and turn into colorful, strange, magical and wonderful colors, showing unusual charm. Blue glaze is just a very common glaze, which is unremarkable, but the color changes a little.
The other is a kiln-changed glaze three-sacrificial bottle. After changing the original pure and simple cattle and sheep glaze, it is gorgeous and charming.
Therefore, regardless of those absurd taboos, I quietly kept them for some time or enjoyed them.
I never describe things in detail, but I can also say that I turn a blind eye to things in reality. I only describe the images in my mind. But Sheng Di said, in fact, those photos are just twists and turns in my surroundings.
His words made my heart beat violently.
When I was a child, I was a porcelain family in Dayao, and I once enjoyed the love of my parents. Under the guidance of several famous teachers, I drew good pictures, and my talent for making porcelain began to appear. 14 years old, his parents died one after another. In less than half a year, my elder sister-in-law gave me the smallest and most broken porcelain kiln, swept me out of the house and treated me as an outsider. From then on, I put a cavity of grief and indignation into the painting, and the painting style changed greatly. I am arrogant and uninhibited, I am unique and wild, and I have attracted much attention.
So, isn't kiln change another variable of this variation?
Just as kiln change is a sudden change of ordinary glaze color.
On this day, Dixon gave me a little pink leaf-like thing, let me guess what it is.
After reading it for a while, I said, look at its texture, it looks a bit like a pearl.
Sheng Di nodded and smiled, good eye!
If the unexpected wonderful effect of porcelain firing is porcelain change, then mine is pearl change.
I imagined that in the long years, this clam kept secreting nacre layer by layer around the foreign body that invaded it, making it miserable, lonely, forbearing and entertaining itself, and finally achieving such a strange and beautiful leaf bead.
Every clam is different in state, strength and heart, and so are pearls. Some are round and huge, some are crystal clear and noble, and more are mediocre and moderate. Compared with those big and round pearls, this pearl is more precious to me because it is really unique.
It turns out that every clam, every pearl and every piece of porcelain has its own roots.
Well, brooms are precious, neither humble nor supercilious.
I found countless grotesque pearls on a vegetarian embryo.
With Dixon, I draw his, he draws mine, I have him, and he has me. Gradually, it is difficult for us to distinguish each other, and even the inspiration will be the same.
Occasionally eyes meet, I smile and continue to bury myself in the practice of describing each other, but my heart is happy and I don't feel the friendship in my pen. Lotus and leaves are intertwined. koi fish is white and blue. I want to get out of the water.
Sheng Di and I presented this painting with the theme of chrysanthemum, and he quoted a poem on the bottle:
It is even more arrogant. It seems that only I have a bosom friend.
I say it over and over again, but I feel happy in my mouth.
Sheng Di's flowers, birds, fish and insects were instantly transformed by me, and my novelty and eccentricity were immediately stained bloody by Sheng Di's wonderful pen, infected with the warmth of human fireworks. Surprisingly, they complement each other.
Between Sheng Di and me, in Yue Ming's words, it can be said that "the snow in Mei Xu Xun is white, but there is a piece of Mei Xiang missing from the snow". I'm May, and Dixon is Xue. Sheng Di is good at form, but I am better than God.
Yue Ming is the young master of Qingquan Temple.
Qingquan Temple is located in the pine forest in the arms of the southeast mountain.
In the distance, the cold mountain has an oblique stone path, and there is a bright moon in Bai Yunsheng.
I know Mingyue, or when I was wandering in the temple last winter, I saw him being entangled.
Yue Ming is committed to explaining the signing. It is said that people at the foot of the mountain will come to burn incense and worship Buddha, ask for a sign, ask if there is any change at home, or find a lost cow.
Yue Ming's master is a monk. He was taught to read Buddhist scriptures and Yijing since he was a child. Yue is intelligent and knowledgeable tomorrow, so she can be independent at an early age.
However, a funny thing happened to me in the temple that day. A ruffian scoundrel in a hurry to get rich, pestering the bright moon, insisted on knowing when he could turn losses into profits in the casino. His attitude is firm and hateful!
And the bright moon is a good temper to persuade the wolf to be a vegetarian and play the lute to the cow.
Looking straight made my stomach itch and I was resentful, but I held back and wanted to dissuade me first.
Seeing that the gangster couldn't get the answer he wanted, he swore, and the dog spit out a lot of foul language. The bright moon doesn't change color, but I am angry. I don't like this shameless bullying in my life! I beat my chest and glared, and my men secretly worked hard to drive the gangsters out of the mountain gate. If it weren't for the land of Buddhism, I would have opened a dyehouse on his face!
The Chinese New Year is coming, and I went to the temple again. Tourists are like clouds and incense is strong. Mingyue clearly remembers me and greets me with a smile and folded hands.
It turns out that every clam, every pearl and every piece of porcelain has its own roots.
Well, brooms are precious, neither humble nor supercilious.
I found countless grotesque pearls on a vegetarian embryo.
With Dixon, I draw his, he draws mine, I have him, and he has me. Gradually, it is difficult for us to distinguish each other, and even the inspiration will be the same.
Occasionally eyes meet, I smile and continue to bury myself in the practice of describing each other, but my heart is happy and I don't feel the friendship in my pen. Lotus and leaves are intertwined. koi fish is white and blue. I want to get out of the water.
Sheng Di and I presented this painting with the theme of chrysanthemum, and he quoted a poem on the bottle:
It is even more arrogant. It seems that only I have a bosom friend.
I say it over and over again, but I feel happy in my mouth.
Sheng Di's flowers, birds, fish and insects were instantly transformed by me, and my novelty and eccentricity were immediately stained bloody by Sheng Di's wonderful pen, infected with the warmth of human fireworks. Surprisingly, they complement each other.
Between Sheng Di and me, in Yue Ming's words, it can be said that "the snow in Mei Xu Xun is white, but there is a piece of Mei Xiang missing from the snow". I'm May, and Dixon is Xue. Sheng Di is good at form, but I am better than God.
Yue Ming is the young master of Qingquan Temple.
Qingquan Temple is located in the pine forest in the arms of the southeast mountain.
In the distance, the cold mountain has an oblique stone path, and there is a bright moon in Bai Yunsheng.
I know Mingyue, or when I was wandering in the temple last winter, I saw him being entangled.
Yue Ming is committed to explaining the signing. It is said that people at the foot of the mountain will come to burn incense and worship Buddha, ask for a sign, ask if there is any change at home, or find a lost cow.
Yue Ming's master is a monk. He was taught to read Buddhist scriptures and Yijing since he was a child. Yue Ming is brilliant and knowledgeable, so she was able to stand on her own feet at an early age.
However, a funny thing happened to me in the temple that day. A ruffian scoundrel in a hurry to get rich, pestering the bright moon, insisted on knowing when he could turn losses into profits in the casino. His attitude is firm and hateful!
And the bright moon is a good temper to persuade the wolf to be a vegetarian and play the lute to the cow.
Looking straight made my stomach itch and I was resentful, but I held back and wanted to dissuade me first.
Seeing that the gangster couldn't get the answer he wanted, he swore, and the dog spit out a lot of foul language. The bright moon doesn't change color, but I am angry. I don't like this shameless bullying in my life! I beat my chest and glared, and my men secretly worked hard to drive the gangsters out of the mountain gate. If it weren't for the land of Buddhism, I would have opened a dyehouse on his face!
The Chinese New Year is coming, and I went to the temple again. Tourists are like clouds and incense is strong. Mingyue clearly remembers me and greets me with a smile and folded hands.
I suddenly feel good. On closer inspection, Yue Ming's behavior is dignified and steady, clear and ethereal, and he is nothing like a teenager. After a few casual chats, I felt more decent. Child as he is, he is far more knowledgeable than my generation. The afterlife is awesome. I also saw a figure similar to my own age from him, which added a little care. So I went to Qingquan Temple more and more frequently, and often sat in the wing for a long time, feeling the rare peace and joy.
Zeng Zeng Yue Ming presented a beautiful plum blossom vase, which Yue Ming politely declined.
He didn't notice the precious Yu Ning porcelain in the eyes of the world.
A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers.
However, the monk's room in Yue Ming is extremely simple. On the bookshelf of the monk's room, in a coarse clay pot, mountains and streams change every day, and a few wild chrysanthemums are raised at will.
The coarse porcelain tea bowl handed by Mingyue is not good tea, but it feels sweet.
Sheng Di often laughs at me: I want to live and hate to die.
If you think this person is amiable and lovely, then everything around him is good.
Only here in the bright moon, I feel that everything can really be put down for a while.
I once joked with Yue Ming that if I didn't become his teacher's brother.
The moon just smiles.
I also know that I have unfinished business. So don't you give your Yu Ning kiln to your cruel brother and sister-in-law?
It never occurred to me that Hu Ning just gave me a bite of the smallest broken porcelain kiln and kicked me out of the house. Now, seeing my momentum overshadowing them day by day, she came to the door and wanted to burn it with me.
I didn't even let him in. Many years ago, when he cruelly kicked his ten-year-old brother out of the house, I never had any relatives again.
Hu Ning became angry from embarrassment and shouted through the door: Jin Gangzuan, don't think I can't make porcelain without you. What's the big deal about your three-legged cat! Wait, you will kneel at my feet crying and beg me!
I just scoffed.
Recently, Sheng Di's mother was seriously ill, and he has been asking a famous doctor for treatment, but he has no intention of painting for a long time. It's a little boring. I go to the temple more often.
At the end of spring, I spread out plain paper in front of the Mingyue Zen Room, freehand brushwork of peach blossoms in the Mountain Temple.
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.
I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.
This is Liu Yuxi's Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple. Here, the bright moon is in the sky, my heart is free from distractions, and I feel the breath of spring quietly.
I don't know the year in the mountains. It was not until the lotus leaves at the foot of the mountain were infinitely green that I ended my accommodation and returned to my hometown in Cizhou.
Hey, why are there more than ten porcelain statues of me at the door? Suddenly surprised. Look carefully, only to find that it turned out to be "Gui Li", but the imitation is so similar that I almost believe it.
I know it's not good. Sure enough, there are a large number of such imitations on the market, and the price is extremely low. The signature is actually "Ningshi Porcelain"!
No, no, how is that possible? Unless ... I'm confused and miserable.
To visit Sheng Di's mother. Although Sheng Di invited a famous doctor from Beijing, the old man was still dying after more than a year's delay.
Dixon's eyes were red. He didn't really look at me.
I never said what I really wanted to ask.
When I left, I happened to see the housekeeper of Hu Ning's family come to the door.
That day, when I came back from Shengdi's house, I ordered people to take out all the old wines in the cellar. Originally, I just wanted to reward green ants with Dixon, but now I don't need it.
It was a drunken night. The servant said that I laughed and cried all night, only repeating one sentence:
Porcelain becomes mysterious and people become ferocious!
Drunk for several days. I didn't get up until seven days later, but I still walked up the hill on crutches.
I am actually a stubborn and arrogant heart under silence, kindness and generosity.
I haven't been heartbroken since I broke up with my own brother.
Sadness, only for those closest to you. Other people who are neither salty nor light can't be hurt.
So, once I am sad, I will fight silently to the end with a smile.
I cherish the fragile and reserved dignity like bone China carefully.
Dixon's mother died.
I went to offer my condolences. After all, we are friends. But I said to myself: it doesn't matter from now on.
As soon as Dixon saw me, he cried: I killed my mother! I'm so mean. I robbed others. This is God's punishment for me!
Sheng Di is a dutiful son. I'd rather believe that he had to betray his friend and paint my picture for Hu Ning's kiln porcelain, because he saved his mother with a lot of money.
Sheng Di said that in fact, Pan Wei, the general manager of the official kiln, is the real behind-the-scenes manipulator. He set up a game by himself, luring and coercing himself to paint porcelain, in order to pay tribute to the emperors who love porcelain today. Pan Wei was once rejected by my family, holding a grudge, so he colluded with Hu Ning, thinking that after copying a lot of my works, no one would want to buy expensive Yu Ning porcelain again. Then I will beg them and be at their mercy.
It suddenly occurred to me that a kiln official came more than a year ago. At that time, I pretended to be crazy and thought I covered up the past.
It's really hard for the traitor's heart.
Yes, I am arrogant. I would rather die than die. Who wants to plunge into a hole dug by others?
If Hu Ning and I don't care about anything, just like giving me a small kiln, I have nothing to say. What can I say at this moment? In vain, you will grow the ambition of others and destroy your prestige.
There are gains and losses, but I believe that there are gains and losses. What God takes from you will certainly give you other opportunities at the same time.
I just don't want to draw a similar stained picture now.
So where is my way out? What else can you ask for, food and clothing, based on the world?
Unexpectedly, one day, I will be at a loss to apply for a visa from Yue Ming.
The sign I drew was ill-fated:
With insight, strangeness, endless storms and overlapping waves, it can still play a great role.
The moon is awkward.
At that moment, I smiled sadly and waved to him. The whole world wants to slander me, and I am just as arrogant. How can I admit that I am strange? Signing the contract completely shocked me.
I admit it. They all became sick clams and didn't know it. My porcelain painting is just a sick bead.
But at the same time, I also realized the turning point of signing tips. Burning two pieces of porcelain similar to the collection may be my only way out.
The southwest mountain is covered with fireworks all year round, and the mountain road is ten miles long. An endless stream of porcelain merchants are like ants, and kiln owners with good business can earn more money every day. So the whole southwest mountain is like a huge cave, which is full of vegetarian embryos, porcelain, fame and fortune, and struggle.
I walked to my small porcelain kiln. He is extremely humble in more than 0/00 kilns in/kloc. However, kilns are different from kilns, and the structures of mud, kiln bricks and inner kilns used for kiln construction are different. Good kilns can produce wonderful works, while some kilns produce mediocrity. Sometimes I wonder, is it because my father knew Hu Ning well that he would be unkind to me, so he deliberately left me this small and broken kiln?
I live in a mud house next to the cave. Sit still and concentrate on remembering the position of the earth when burning two porcelain-changing statues. I don't know how to know that the soil contains special minerals, which are easy to change when fired. Then go out every day to find the excavated soil, take some from all over the country, and come back to burn experiments one by one.
Yue Ming said that people are vegetarians. At the beginning of life, their nature is good, but they are gradually blinded by selfish desires such as fame and fortune, hatred and jealousy.
I am deeply inspired. Now the new bold idea is to burn the embryo element first, then pour all kinds of thick and moist colored glazes after coming out of the kiln, and then fire it at high temperature again.
The vicissitudes of my heart are all accumulated in mysterious and colorful colors.
The heart is a kiln. See what an individual can burn.
I want to sublimate a cavity of love and hate into colorful porcelain.
I hope that with the help of fire and the spirit of nature, all the vicissitudes in my heart will be baked with thick glaze. Elephants are invisible and beautiful.
This attempt is more than a year.
There are occasional failures and small progress. But I am not discouraged, and I am still trying to explore the formula and firing method of earth glaze.
It turns out that two pieces of porcelain are natural and can be completely satisfied. But now I'm going to explore the secrets that God inadvertently revealed. This is as crazy and persistent as trying to catch lightning.
However, I have no other way out, only one last try.
In the process of baking embryos in the kiln, I often stay up late until the kiln is opened.
I can't count how many times I opened the kiln. At dusk, I waited for the porcelain kiln to cool down slowly.
It was not until late at night that I went into the kiln with a candle. The candle is swaying, and I am used to facing many blunt failures. In the pot-bellied area of the porcelain kiln nearest to the burning area, at first a little unexpected beauty jumped into our eyes, and then, ah-there were magnificent colors everywhere: eggplant skin purple, begonia red, rose purple, chicken blood red, moonlight white, sky blue, lush green and beige. ...
At that moment, I was slightly dizzy and trembling-really burned into porcelain? I want to make a hullabaloo about, laugh and dance, but my feet can't move, and my heart is full of mixed feelings, as gorgeous as porcelain.
After taking a deep breath, I held back my excitement and continued to check. I found a big red ear bottle, which is particularly wonderful. The bottle is as gorgeous as a burning flame!
Outside the kiln, with the brighter and brighter morning light, a perfect one is being stirred and studied. Take off your cloth and wrap it on the flame bottle, resolutely destroy the remaining porcelain and seal the kiln door. Then, like his beloved child, he rushed to the southeast mountain with a flame bottle on his back.
Mingyue smiled and folded her hands: Amitabha, good, good!
I said, I want to name this kind of red "Red Sacrifice" as a memorial to my past. Instead of this, he said, it would be better to change it to "Ji Hong", which means that after the rain, Chu Qing and Xia Hong are all over the sky, which is more poetic and Zen.
I readily agreed.
Rest in the temple for a few days. After going down the mountain, I consigned Ji Hong bottles to the largest porcelain village in the state capital.
Back to the southwest mountainous area, continue to invest in crazy porcelain making. Improve the glaze, master the temperature, and keep burning into unexpected surprises.
Until later, the glaze was mixed and spread on the porcelain tire, and naturally formed various beautiful and wonderful colors during baking. What is particularly amazing is that the wonders on porcelain are actually born, either like stormy waves or like mountains. They are all rapidly changing landscapes in nature, and their magic of splashing ink and freehand brushwork is by no means beyond the reach of any painter in the world!
I found more and more traces of natural ingenuity!
If you put it to death, you will be born later.
Only changing porcelain can release all the stasis in my chest.
The success of the porcelain shop in the porcelain house was frequently reported, which once shocked my porcelain as a masterpiece.
I think maybe Yue Ming, Sheng Di, even Hu Ning, Pan Wei, and all kinds of setbacks and experiences inspired or forced me to burn such porcelain.
The moon said, "You can't tell good from bad.
He suggested that I travel for a period of time to avoid immediate disaster. In the eyes of others, it may be a fire to cook oil, and a hundred flowers bloom happily, but in fact it is hidden danger and may even lead to death.
In fact, I know exactly what it will be like.
Three months later, I enjoyed myself on the road. In the teahouse and restaurant inn, I heard everywhere that the emperor was a porcelain-changing country and wanted to find a man named Yu Ning. At that time, I was dressed in a hundred hair and my beard was full of cheeks. No one will associate me with the handsome porcelain master on the list.
Later, I heard that the emperor asked to burn the porcelain of several paintings he liked. A kiln official named Pan Wei and the elder brother of the porcelain owner are in big trouble because they can't be fired. Although he was not beheaded, one was expelled from the army and one was confiscated.
It is said that another painter who is good at imitation has also been implicated.
Those two bastards don't know how to burn porcelain, and neither does the emperor. The effect of changing porcelain is natural, how can it be customized?
Just like you can create the light of lightning again and again, but you can never hold it in your hand; Inspiration can be presented in the form of various works, but who can say that real inspiration can be mastered?
Even I can't satisfy the emperor's wishes.
Until now, I didn't realize Yue Ming's foresight, and I also knew why the former kiln owner thought the kiln porcelain was ominous and destroyed it all.
Because not all people have respect, awe and gratitude for the mysterious power of nature.
Three years later, the old emperor died and the new emperor was not interested in porcelain. I can go back to my hometown.
Now changing kilns is considered auspicious, and changing porcelain is worth a hundred times. There is even a saying that "Ya Tang has no porcelain change, so you can't boast of wealth". Porcelain artists all over Southwest Mountain are rushing to burn porcelain.
In fact, there are countless good porcelains in this world, even if they are as rare and peculiar as kiln porcelains, they are just a drop in the ocean.
The first thing, of course, is to find my best friend. He should be a big boy now.
But the master in the temple said: After the old abbot died, Yue Ming went out to study. Master recognized me and asked me to wait. I went in to get a letter, saying it was specially left for me before Yue Ming left.
There are only a few powerful characters on the white paper: "Heaven is healthy, and gentlemen are constantly striving for self-improvement." I almost burst into tears. It turns out that my best friend has never forgotten me and has been silently caring for and encouraging himself.
For many years, the only person I want to see most is the bright moon. Walking on the mountain road with a sense of loss, I was happy for him on second thought: although good porcelain contains the aura of heaven and earth and the beauty of clocks, the plain tire will naturally change in the ideal direction under the action of various external forces such as glaze and high temperature, and eventually become a rare combination of truth, goodness and beauty.
A porcelain kiln in heaven and earth.
In the past three years, I have accumulated a lot in this largest kiln. So, I pinned the plain note of the bright moon on my chest and turned and walked towards my own porcelain kiln in Southwest Mountain.