: study room
The walnut bookcase is full of books I have collected in recent years. It's really comfortable to sit inside, with spacious tables and comfortable wooden chairs. I have always dreamed of having such a study, where I can indulge in my own world, learn to think and feel reverie. Today has finally come true.
The scroll calligraphy and inscription on the study wall were written by Liao Yahui, a famous calligrapher. As a member of China Calligraphers Association, director of China Institute of Traditional Chinese Painting, president of Huainan Painting and Calligraphy Institute, and executive editor of Hanmo Vision. Teacher Liao Yahui can't see a little arrogance, modesty and simplicity, which is everyone's demeanor. Its calligraphy style is orderly, its lines are rich and full, and it is both rigid and flexible. Calligraphy and painting set each other off, and the ups and downs are good. It's amazing to get back to the peak and turn the pen freely!
The word sent to me is Xu Wei's "Ink and Wash Orchids" in Ming Dynasty: "Green water should only be filled with white flats, and rouge should only be read on the lips. Since I painted Lan Xiang, I have not been idle with the laity. " Poetic praise is the elegance and exquisiteness of orchids.
Orchids, with elegant flowers and fragrant taste, are good things that make people indifferent and detached, and have the elegant name of "national fragrance". Teacher Liao wrote a gift for me personally. Compared with Lan, I am even more moved and flattered. The teacher's wrong love surprised and moved me to be understood.
I especially like the inscription "Half the sky is blocked, and the peaks are chaotic." Let's smile once in a while. Clouds and water are cold. "This poem was written by many masters. I don't know much about calligraphy, but I see the demeanor of master Shi Tao in Teacher Liao's handwriting, which should be cherished.
I'd like to stay in my study for a while. Whether it's a hot summer day with cicadas singing or a snowy winter day, sitting quietly will generate endless positive energy. I love the study because of the faint taste of flowers and books and because of the retro artistic conception of light and shadow.
On such a warm afternoon as now, the lush green radish in the study is full of leaves, and the faint fragrance wafts, which is filled with the fragrance of books and ink, and there is an unclear sense of fit. The sunshine is mottled on the flower trees, moving the light spot with the rhythm of the breeze, like a drum set. Go to the shelf and choose a book you want. Go to the window and sit down. With this window full of beautiful scenery, I opened the book and plunged into the world of author structure. I just want to stop now and let me be with Huaying Shuxiang. What a beautiful word!
Reading favorite books, listening to favorite music and drinking tea in the study are all so beautiful. ......
: in the study
In the study. This is a wonderful thing. You don't need to add fragrance to tea, just love the rainy night in Qiu Guang. This is a hobby and a state of mind. One book, one night. Spring night and winter night are fine. My study is like spring all the year round. I have to turn over all kinds of books and textures, which is an old habit. The study may be another pillow for us, another kind of sofa for rest. I regard my study as my hometown. My soul has been wandering in the life of begging for a long time, and there is no peace. Phone calls, text messages, emails ... I don't know why many people are eyeing it in this strange place, the city bar. And I have to answer involuntarily, for fear of ignoring others. I'm so tired. Even a completely unsociable and passive person like me has so much "harassment". Alas, hiding in the study, hiding in my hometown. To put it more bluntly, I hid in my mother's womb.
Wandering, planting, whatever. Suppose there is a country with soil, suppose you grow melons there, or you grow melons and beans there, or it is simply a famine year. Let's assume that in the manuscript paper in those books, I smell something I have been familiar with since I was a child. That would be great. No, imagine, create. The study became my farm, stealing other people's food and growing my own food. Have your own seeds and others' seeds. People retreat, retreat ... finally, the study became the only fortress, where they lingered and struggled hard. Or take a break and enjoy it. A person's life is a process of continuous retreat, and it is also a process of losing one's helmet and armor. There are not many things left. What you love is always saved for last. Several worn-out books were discarded in the constant tossing of elimination and relocation. Finally, they were tied up and unpacked. Books that have exhausted their mental and physical strength in order to tie them firmly, to find many reasons not to throw them away, and to convince themselves that they are valuable books have accumulated over time, forming today's huge and brilliant study, making it a stronghold in our hearts. Some books are written by myself and others. So much, you sit, admire and patrol, just like a rich man with money. Oh, great, great, great. I am the owner of this house.
It is my dream to own such a house and such an isolated castle surrounded by books. These "bricks"-books and words-are collected everywhere, building pigsty, building palace, creating vanity, covering up shame, covering up sin, making up, smiling, flattering, lying, and following me from one place to another, migrating thousands of miles and never leaving, which is a model of great love. Yes, these books. These tired and old books, these words, these thoughts, these outdated and pedantic words, as well as the wisdom and experience of the ancients, have all been beautifully placed by me, decorated with the most beautiful cabinets, lit with lights, and accompanied by ornaments, souvenirs and religious items collected from all over the world. They are very tangible, like a person, a handsome boy, and a classy one. We, the so-called scholars, should protect them as carefully as we preserve Jianghu secrets and handed down genealogies, and cross the boundless waters and thorny wasteland of Qian Shan. These books are our lifeline.
I am not a scholarly family, but I love farming and reading. Father is stupid and illiterate; My mother is very clever and can't read. But no matter how difficult it is, they will make sure that I study. They said: Keep a pig instead of reading. So, I read and read, and I read like this. I am no longer interested in everything in this society, and even laugh at officials and businessmen, thinking how to live without reading and learning? What's the point? I also laughed at those powerful characters who regarded the study as the eve of the war, and made some words, but advertised them everywhere. The study is an unjust place where they secretly manufacture fake and inferior products. For them, there is no retreat. Life is always an attack, an attack. Life is a crazy race to seize the city and land. Books are flags, covers and shields. The study is a tiger shed leaning on a gun, filled with smoke. Step on other people's blood and satisfy your ambition.
Of course there are good books in my study. At least three or three hundred books are my favorite books. Maybe only three books are my favorite books. Sometimes, often, very quiet, soon quiet down. Because those books, those words written by experts, it's like they're accompanying you and watching you in person. Adjust your breathing like them. Learn from their habits. This is a silent example. These masters with good words and good people are teaching you how to live, how to write and what kind of articles to write. What moves are there? What is your pursuit? If you think it is the best writing style, you should write the best writing style, without lowering the standard, surrendering or giving in. Learn from them. The owner is in the bookcase, and I put it on the table. Let yourself suffer every day. Let him laugh at your writing and despise your pen. "You don't deserve it!" They said. Great words, I want to beg you, wait for me, I can do it. Please let me learn from your pen and enter your cloud. Some books are heavy, some books are light, and some books have cold light shining edges, which will scratch us, including our hearts. But the book I have been grinding for many years has broken pages, and the cover is as weak and wrinkled as an old man. I often open the pages that turn yellow and brittle. The thoughts and wisdom inside are getting deeper and brighter, kinder and older. He knows me: "Do you want to write such a book?" Yes, I think so. I am eager. I swear. I'm saving money. Because, I have followed you for decades, I worship you as a teacher, I miss you, and I share your destiny. All the books I wrote in that cupboard are rubbish. I just want to write a book similar to yours. Looks a bit like, tone, manner, posture, hard rejection, humor, generosity, structure, small articles, large volume. Not crazy, not dry, casual, consistent, true colors, unattainable smile and elegance. ...
In the study. I know I must concentrate, work hard and forget everything. It's not that easy. It takes a hundred years, or five hundred years, or a thousand years for a book to cross history, time and national boundaries and reach a person you like. It is even harder for others to cherish it. Ignore those who don't like you. Write for the person you like wholeheartedly. In other words, it doesn't matter that this person hasn't been born yet. Far, far away, a person treasures your book, so you should love her. Yes, you only love her.
: study room
Learning, what an elegant term! It is easy to think of scholarly family. This book has the opposite smell of copper. In fact, books are not necessarily fragrant, and copper is not necessarily smelly. Zhouyi's Shang Ding is colorful in ancient times, and it doesn't stink when rubbed all day long. Only when coins are minted does it taste like a philistine. However, the mistake of Buquan, which is no longer in circulation, is often appreciated by experts. The reason why books are fragrant probably refers to the history of Song Yanmo printed with raw edges. The strange smell emitted by poorly ventilated study is not fragrant or musty, but a mixed and indescribable strange smell. This strange smell only exists in the study, and only the scholar-officials have the study. The scholarly family probably got its name from this.
Most students who study hard at a cold window have no study room, let alone poachers. Therefore, for poor readers, the study is an unattainable luxury fairy tale world. Yi Shizhen, "Lang? NFEB2: "Zhang Hua was swimming in the Cave Palace when he met a man and led him to a place, especially heaven and earth. Every room has its own wonderful books, and the books in every room are things that happened before the Han Dynasty. People who have never heard of them ask about their place and say,' Lang? Blessed is NFEB2.' "This is a scholar's yearning for an ideal place to study and a dream entrusted to the gods. In fact, except for those who can't talk about the shabby study, the average reader can still arrange one if he wants one. Some people set aside a house to raise chickens, others set aside a house to raise dogs, but there is no study. I also met a rich intellectual who not only had no study, but also had no desk. I saw his son reading on the floor with my own eyes, and his microscope was writing on the sofa with a board.
In a normal and good family, every child should have a desk and the owner should have a study. The purpose of the study is to store books, read and write in them, not to impress people publicly. "Husband owns thousands of books, why not leave the south!" This kind of talk seems very chic and arrogant, but it is actually a helpless joke, just to see that he is not a husband. The study is not big, and the equipment is not complete, just suitable for your own needs. Squeezed in the corner of a corridor a few feet wide, as long as there is room for desks, it can still be used as a factory for reading and writing, and it can also be shipped in large quantities. The light is good, the air needs to circulate, and the tea leaves don't need to be perfumed. Without fragrance, "plain wrist, long tea" will make people have different notes. The scale of research is often out of proportion to one's achievements in reading and writing. Many famous works were written in prison.
The elegant study I have ever seen should be pushed by Mr. Song Chunfang, right? NFEBB Mulu was the first one. On a hill in Qingdao, this study is not connected with its residence, but an independent building. Quiet environment, only birds and flowers, no noise of the city. "Taiping Flower Green": "The grave around Li Demao is called Book City." I don't think that book city can compare with it? Compared with NFEBB mulu. Here, all the books are put in glass cabinets, taller than people, but not as good as buildings. I remember that the collection of books was mainly French plays. All the books are hardcover, not all buckram hard coarse cloth, but some words such as real calf leather, semi-calf leather and soft mud calf leather, which are lined up with gold stamping and shining on the spine. Perhaps this has exceeded the standard of the study and is slightly close to the nature of the library, because he also has a printed bibliography, and no ordinary reader will catalog the books in the study.
Mr. Zhou Zuoren's study in Badaowan, Beiping was originally named Kuyuzhai, and later changed to Kucha 'an, leaving no bitterness. A small banner was written by Shen. It is a Beiping-style bungalow, and the study occupies three upper rooms in the inner court, two bright and one dark. One of them is a place where old people in Tang Zhi read and write. Occasionally, they invite guests for tea. Several clean windows are bright and spotless. Four Treasures of the Study on the desk is in perfect order. The two rooms outside are like stacks, with about ten eight bookshelves standing in the middle. There are two kinds of books, Chinese and western, and there are a large number of Japanese documents. I really don't understand how the old monk in Qiuci 'an fell into the mud pit and couldn't wash it all his life!
Wen Yiduo's study is as full, interesting and messy as Mr. Wen Yiduo's desk. His books are all in Chinese, and almost all of them are thread-bound books. When he was in Qingdao, he imitated the method of collecting Chinese books in Qingdao University Library, made a blue cloth cover for a full set of Chinese books, wrote the title of Song Dynasty in white powder, and stood upright on the bookshelf. This kind of equipment should be very neat, but if the owner wants to make textual research, the books of the East and the West will be taken off the shelves to participate in Rex Festival. As a result, the low couch and the only plush chair carved with wooden roots on the floor are full of books. The plush chair is exquisite and hard, which can be used for painting, but it is not suitable for sitting. In fact, it is not suitable for stacking books, but it is the most eye-catching decoration in his study.
Pan Guangdan has another interest in the study of South Campus of Tsinghua. He is a scholar engaged in genealogy research in China. He has the qualities of an expert in eugenics and is rich in studying such books. He likes to use a book protector, which is a set of book clips with two boards standing on the bookshelf. He put a bamboo slip on each set of books with the title written on it. This kind of stationery is really unique. I wonder if the so-called "dust net in stationery medicine" in Du Gongbu's "There is work on the way to Caotang" is this thing? Guangdan has been in Beiping, and he was widowed and blind in his later years. I think those books and notes in his study have long been blocked!
Sweating is not necessarily a blessing. In the chaos, the bull will find peace? How many book lovers have abandoned their hard-earned books and can no longer summon up the courage to rebuild a decent study. It is really necessary to fill the building with books. For example, there used to be a small printed book in my house, which was full of bookshelves and the whole gable was covered with Liang Qi. It's inconvenient to climb up and down, and sometimes it's necessary to fill the bookshelf of the building. After coming to Taiwan Province Province, I had a whim and made a big bookshelf with walls. My neighbor, a merchant selling satin, came to visit and sighed, "What's the use of building such a big wooden shelf?" It is still useful to arrange a satin ruler for me. " What he said is true, books can't make people rich. Books also bring trouble to people. Just bask in the sun on July 7th like Long Hao, otherwise it's hard to eat and drink. It's best to stuff books into your stomach as much as possible, which is convenient for drying and transportation. If you can make a book into a "micro-movie", put it in your stomach or project it into your brain, learning will become unnecessary. Enlightenment of radish soup
I first arrived in Chongqing during the Anti-Japanese War and stayed at a friend's house in Shangqing Temple. At dinner, the host invited the guests with a big bowl of pork ribs and radish soup. The host said modestly, "This soup is not good enough. My friend, Mrs. Yang, makes the best soup of ribs and radish. We can't imitate it anyway. Just have a taste and you will know. " Mrs. Yang is also my acquaintance. A few days later, she invited some of our acquaintances to her house for dinner.
There is indeed a big bowl of pork ribs and radish soup on the table. Uncover the lid of the pottery bowl, and the heat is three feet. Everyone scooped a small bowl. Wow, it's delicious. The ribs are crisp and rotten without residue, and the radish is cooked without mud. How about soup? It's hot, thick, fragrant and thick, and everyone eats it. Everyone must be full of praise and ask the host in unison what is the secret of making this soup. How much water to add, how long to cook, slow fire and strong fire? The host just grinned and said falteringly, "Nothing, nothing, this kind of home cooking is actually not worthy of respect." The guest was a little disappointed. Are there any professional secrets in the meantime? You just don't say. At this moment, an outspoken friend spoke. He said, "Let me announce the secret of cooking!" " "Everyone listened carefully, and he said unhurriedly," The reason is simple: put more ribs, less radishes and less water. "Maybe he is telling the truth, and the facts are often absurd. Then there was a slight laugh on the seat. The master is very concerned about him.