Naturally, the pictures of ladies cannot be freehand, and fine brushwork can reflect the beauty of the characters.Perhaps it is that freehand painting can better express the mind of literati. The freehand painting style of this dynasty is growing more and more popular with some painters, and the meticulous brushwork is once in decline.Jia Huan had observed Gu Kaizhi's "The Goddess of Luo River", Zhou Fang's "The Lady of Dipping Flowers" and Wu Daozi's "Eighty-Seven Immortals Scrolls"; even the master stroked his beard and kept praising him, saying that Jia Huan's level could be faked and real.
In fact, Jia Huan knew that his copying only had its shape, but did not have the charm of Cao's clothes coming out of water. Wu's clothes were difficult to reproduce the beauty of the brushwork that suddenly became strong and thick, and the clothes were close to the body, just like water. Sometimes the brushwork turned round and flowing in the wind.
The master often said that he had too strict requirements on himself. No one of the paintings in the previous dynasty achieved success by devoted his entire life to his achievements. Jia Huan was only twenty years old, and it was enviable to reach such a height.
Jia Huan knew that his master was just comforting him, reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles.This is true for reading, but also for painting.
I served a pot of vegetarian tea, and went to the rarely visited pine forest, lying on the lying stone, smelling the fragrance of pine nuts, tasting good tea, and listening to the sound of the breeze blowing across the hills... The mountain lights please the birds' nature, and the shadows of the pond are empty.All sounds are silent, but the sound of bells and chimes is still there.
I'm afraid that only when Jia Huan can reach Wu Daozi's height by letting the flowers bloom and fall in front of the courtyard and laughing at the clouds in the sky?
Maybe Jia Huan had that leisure and leisure three years ago, but now it is gone. Even though Jia Huan's painting will be more exquisite as he grows older, it is difficult for Jia Huan to reach the peak again in his life.
The reason is very simple. Jia Huan's heart is already confused. He is no longer as casual as he was when he was young. Now he has a little bit of bondage in his heart, and he has a desire and pursuit of the world.
The secular fame and fortune are like clouds, and a hundred years have passed, but how many people can really see through it? Jia Huan did not see through it, even the master could not see through it.
Jia Huan sighed, stopped his thoughts, and began to apply the stone green on the plate.According to its character, stone green is divided into several types: head green, second green, third green and fourth green. Among them, head green is the thickest and greenest, and then becomes thinner and lighter in turn.The classification of stone green is also the same. The head green is the thickest, greenest, the second green, and the third green are the second.
Qiao'er saw Jia Huan gathering his mind and sat upright immediately, not daring to move again.
She was wearing a pink and white gauze-like back, with a few peonies rusted on it, and a touch of snow-white jade was slightly below the hem of her skirt, and a pair of green embroidered shoes were pedaled on her feet, which was more than three inches long.Her hair just flew across her forehead, making her feel a different feeling.Looking at the small face of Wumèi and the plumpness of thin clothes, Jia Huan's heart began to burn.No, this girl has become much more plump at a time. Unexpectedly, she is expensive at such a young age. Jia Huan couldn't help staring at her chest and staring greedily.
Sure enough, she realized the meaning of Uncle Shuang's gaze, and her face suddenly turned red, and Jia Huan caught her in this moment.The Jia family had a daughter who had just grown up. Her shy eyes looked back and gave birth to many charms.
Inadvertently, Qiaoer, who was sitting on the pear wood chair, moved her body gently. The pair of slender thighs closed tightly and slightly pulled up the pleated skirt that was originally as long as her ankles. A pair of lotus feet also poked out the outside of the skirt, revealing a piece of beautiful, slender, crystal clear and moist calves, which can be seen with the plain white socks on it.
Jia Huan's mind couldn't help but tremble. Yingying only held it with her socks. Although she was covered by her, she still felt that it was plump and moist. She always felt that the brush in her hand was difficult to describe.Jia Huan couldn't help but sigh in his heart about the magic of the Creator. Even if this pair of golden lotus is too much than Zhao Fei, it is as rich as snow in the plain, which is a perfection that Jia Huan had never seen before. In an instant, he suddenly realized it and the brush in his hand paused.
He stared at every inch of his skin under Qiao'er's ankle and swam slowly, but what disappointed Jia Huan was a little disappointed was that the pair of embroidered shoes blocked the most beautiful landscape, and only let Jia Huan look at the few plum blossoms dotted on the shoes.
A beauty is like jade, and she still holds a pipa and covers her face. In fact, only such a beauty can attract people's attention.People are like this, they are so beautiful.Although I didn't see the whole picture, Jia Huan still felt that this was a gift from the creation of heaven and earth.
The wolf hair slides on the cooked rice paper processed by alum water, as if fingers touch the beauty's skin. The ink line outlines a graceful outline, and the graceful curve slides from the shoulder to the perky buttocks. The faintly visible Lotus Moon White Lake silk bellyband is slender and transparent, and the light ink color is diffusely rendered with the light ink color. The stone green is ochre as the background color, and the stone green is blue as the background color, and then it begins to stain with the light ink based on the feeling.Every time he painted, Jia Huan carefully bleached it with a brush containing clear water to clear away the ink marks.
After three dizziness and nine dyes, the beauty in the picture became alive. Her white and round face was filled with a hint of shame. The unique charm of the girl spreads her entire face. The two thin eyebrows seemed to be a new crescent moon quietly attached to her smooth forehead.Below are two watery agates, crystal clear and emitting an attractive color, and they are so affectionate.Plus, thin red lips, white teeth, and shallow dimples, which inadvertently reveal a few awkward charms.
The slender body is also very plump, exuding a woman's atmosphere and has a unique flavor, especially the slim lotus that is faintly visible on the chest, which highlights the graceful curves of the breasts. Everything is enough to make Jia Huan feel refreshed.Jia Huan was decorated with a mahogany desk, a yellow rosewood chair, a vase from the official kiln, and a few orchids next to her.
The beauty held the book in her hand, her eyebrows were filled with affection, as if she was reading the book seriously, but her eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if her heart was not here.It seems to be condensing but not condensing, it seems to be confusing but not confusing...
Uncle San, is this me...
Seeing Jia Huan stop writing, Qiao'er was already impatient and jumped up from the Grand Master's chair in a hurry, leaned forward, and looked at the person in the painting. It took a long time to say something in disbelief.
Yingying YànYànYàn Spring and spring, the flowers and willows are real.Everything is charming, delicate and tender, stop and everyone is there.Perhaps Qiao Ji's Yuan song can be described, and Jia Huanxin wrote the song in the blank space of rice paper.
I...how can I be so beautiful?
Qiao'er's face turned redder when she saw Jia Huan's inscription.
Tanchun also stared at the picture in a daze. She still couldn't believe that this painting was painted by her own brother.
Uncle San, Uncle San, please help me with the paper. I want to hang it on the wall and let everyone in our mansion see it. You have painted it so well.
Qiao'er hurriedly pulled Jia Huan to run outside the door, completely losing her dignity as before.
Why don't you say you're pretty?
Jia Huan couldn't let him take him forward laughter and cry. He gently kneaded her jade hand, feeling the curves and ups and downs of her immature body, and his heart was filled with pity.
Uncle San, can you just draw for me alone in the future?
Qiao'er suddenly stopped and pointed out this sentence quietly.
Jia Huan reached out and shaved her little nose gently, and chuckled: Apart from you, the silly girl, who would treat the paintings I drew as treasures?
He is not a fool, I am already thirteen years old.
Qiao'er gently punched my chest and said with shame and a blushing face.This made Jia Huan laugh out loud. Qiaoer shyly bit his ear and said softly: Uncle San, my mother said she could get married at the age of thirteen.
Because of the hasty walk just now, a button on the opposite lantern thin as a cicada wing was loosened and pressed tightly against Qiao'er's skin. The plump and smooth feeling makes people yearn for infinite yearning, and also adds a lot of reverie and thoughts.When she came into contact with Jia Huan's eyes, Qiao'er's delicate body trembled gently, the temperature of her skin was also rising, and the blushing on her face also showed her inner excitement and anxiety.Ah…Uncle San…
The sudden stimulation of hugging caught Qiao'er off guard, and her petite body also stiffened in Jia Huan's arms.
Qiao'er bit her lip, looked at Jia Huan with shame and anger, and screamed softly with her little red face: Uncle San...
The delicate voice of the childish voice made Jia Huan's heart tremble. Looking at the extremely tender and lovely person in his arms, the desire that had just risen was mostly replaced by tenderness. She hugged Qiaoer's slender waist with great care and patted her, let go of her hand and smiled: Little girl, I've read too much at the West Chamber Records, full of ideas of talented people and beautiful women...
In fact, Jia Huan knew that his copying only had its shape, but did not have the charm of Cao's clothes coming out of water. Wu's clothes were difficult to reproduce the beauty of the brushwork that suddenly became strong and thick, and the clothes were close to the body, just like water. Sometimes the brushwork turned round and flowing in the wind.
The master often said that he had too strict requirements on himself. No one of the paintings in the previous dynasty achieved success by devoted his entire life to his achievements. Jia Huan was only twenty years old, and it was enviable to reach such a height.
Jia Huan knew that his master was just comforting him, reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles.This is true for reading, but also for painting.
I served a pot of vegetarian tea, and went to the rarely visited pine forest, lying on the lying stone, smelling the fragrance of pine nuts, tasting good tea, and listening to the sound of the breeze blowing across the hills... The mountain lights please the birds' nature, and the shadows of the pond are empty.All sounds are silent, but the sound of bells and chimes is still there.
I'm afraid that only when Jia Huan can reach Wu Daozi's height by letting the flowers bloom and fall in front of the courtyard and laughing at the clouds in the sky?
Maybe Jia Huan had that leisure and leisure three years ago, but now it is gone. Even though Jia Huan's painting will be more exquisite as he grows older, it is difficult for Jia Huan to reach the peak again in his life.
The reason is very simple. Jia Huan's heart is already confused. He is no longer as casual as he was when he was young. Now he has a little bit of bondage in his heart, and he has a desire and pursuit of the world.
The secular fame and fortune are like clouds, and a hundred years have passed, but how many people can really see through it? Jia Huan did not see through it, even the master could not see through it.
Jia Huan sighed, stopped his thoughts, and began to apply the stone green on the plate.According to its character, stone green is divided into several types: head green, second green, third green and fourth green. Among them, head green is the thickest and greenest, and then becomes thinner and lighter in turn.The classification of stone green is also the same. The head green is the thickest, greenest, the second green, and the third green are the second.
Qiao'er saw Jia Huan gathering his mind and sat upright immediately, not daring to move again.
She was wearing a pink and white gauze-like back, with a few peonies rusted on it, and a touch of snow-white jade was slightly below the hem of her skirt, and a pair of green embroidered shoes were pedaled on her feet, which was more than three inches long.Her hair just flew across her forehead, making her feel a different feeling.Looking at the small face of Wumèi and the plumpness of thin clothes, Jia Huan's heart began to burn.No, this girl has become much more plump at a time. Unexpectedly, she is expensive at such a young age. Jia Huan couldn't help staring at her chest and staring greedily.
Sure enough, she realized the meaning of Uncle Shuang's gaze, and her face suddenly turned red, and Jia Huan caught her in this moment.The Jia family had a daughter who had just grown up. Her shy eyes looked back and gave birth to many charms.
Inadvertently, Qiaoer, who was sitting on the pear wood chair, moved her body gently. The pair of slender thighs closed tightly and slightly pulled up the pleated skirt that was originally as long as her ankles. A pair of lotus feet also poked out the outside of the skirt, revealing a piece of beautiful, slender, crystal clear and moist calves, which can be seen with the plain white socks on it.
Jia Huan's mind couldn't help but tremble. Yingying only held it with her socks. Although she was covered by her, she still felt that it was plump and moist. She always felt that the brush in her hand was difficult to describe.Jia Huan couldn't help but sigh in his heart about the magic of the Creator. Even if this pair of golden lotus is too much than Zhao Fei, it is as rich as snow in the plain, which is a perfection that Jia Huan had never seen before. In an instant, he suddenly realized it and the brush in his hand paused.
He stared at every inch of his skin under Qiao'er's ankle and swam slowly, but what disappointed Jia Huan was a little disappointed was that the pair of embroidered shoes blocked the most beautiful landscape, and only let Jia Huan look at the few plum blossoms dotted on the shoes.
A beauty is like jade, and she still holds a pipa and covers her face. In fact, only such a beauty can attract people's attention.People are like this, they are so beautiful.Although I didn't see the whole picture, Jia Huan still felt that this was a gift from the creation of heaven and earth.
The wolf hair slides on the cooked rice paper processed by alum water, as if fingers touch the beauty's skin. The ink line outlines a graceful outline, and the graceful curve slides from the shoulder to the perky buttocks. The faintly visible Lotus Moon White Lake silk bellyband is slender and transparent, and the light ink color is diffusely rendered with the light ink color. The stone green is ochre as the background color, and the stone green is blue as the background color, and then it begins to stain with the light ink based on the feeling.Every time he painted, Jia Huan carefully bleached it with a brush containing clear water to clear away the ink marks.
After three dizziness and nine dyes, the beauty in the picture became alive. Her white and round face was filled with a hint of shame. The unique charm of the girl spreads her entire face. The two thin eyebrows seemed to be a new crescent moon quietly attached to her smooth forehead.Below are two watery agates, crystal clear and emitting an attractive color, and they are so affectionate.Plus, thin red lips, white teeth, and shallow dimples, which inadvertently reveal a few awkward charms.
The slender body is also very plump, exuding a woman's atmosphere and has a unique flavor, especially the slim lotus that is faintly visible on the chest, which highlights the graceful curves of the breasts. Everything is enough to make Jia Huan feel refreshed.Jia Huan was decorated with a mahogany desk, a yellow rosewood chair, a vase from the official kiln, and a few orchids next to her.
The beauty held the book in her hand, her eyebrows were filled with affection, as if she was reading the book seriously, but her eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if her heart was not here.It seems to be condensing but not condensing, it seems to be confusing but not confusing...
Uncle San, is this me...
Seeing Jia Huan stop writing, Qiao'er was already impatient and jumped up from the Grand Master's chair in a hurry, leaned forward, and looked at the person in the painting. It took a long time to say something in disbelief.
Yingying YànYànYàn Spring and spring, the flowers and willows are real.Everything is charming, delicate and tender, stop and everyone is there.Perhaps Qiao Ji's Yuan song can be described, and Jia Huanxin wrote the song in the blank space of rice paper.
I...how can I be so beautiful?
Qiao'er's face turned redder when she saw Jia Huan's inscription.
Tanchun also stared at the picture in a daze. She still couldn't believe that this painting was painted by her own brother.
Uncle San, Uncle San, please help me with the paper. I want to hang it on the wall and let everyone in our mansion see it. You have painted it so well.
Qiao'er hurriedly pulled Jia Huan to run outside the door, completely losing her dignity as before.
Why don't you say you're pretty?
Jia Huan couldn't let him take him forward laughter and cry. He gently kneaded her jade hand, feeling the curves and ups and downs of her immature body, and his heart was filled with pity.
Uncle San, can you just draw for me alone in the future?
Qiao'er suddenly stopped and pointed out this sentence quietly.
Jia Huan reached out and shaved her little nose gently, and chuckled: Apart from you, the silly girl, who would treat the paintings I drew as treasures?
He is not a fool, I am already thirteen years old.
Qiao'er gently punched my chest and said with shame and a blushing face.This made Jia Huan laugh out loud. Qiaoer shyly bit his ear and said softly: Uncle San, my mother said she could get married at the age of thirteen.
Because of the hasty walk just now, a button on the opposite lantern thin as a cicada wing was loosened and pressed tightly against Qiao'er's skin. The plump and smooth feeling makes people yearn for infinite yearning, and also adds a lot of reverie and thoughts.When she came into contact with Jia Huan's eyes, Qiao'er's delicate body trembled gently, the temperature of her skin was also rising, and the blushing on her face also showed her inner excitement and anxiety.Ah…Uncle San…
The sudden stimulation of hugging caught Qiao'er off guard, and her petite body also stiffened in Jia Huan's arms.
Qiao'er bit her lip, looked at Jia Huan with shame and anger, and screamed softly with her little red face: Uncle San...
The delicate voice of the childish voice made Jia Huan's heart tremble. Looking at the extremely tender and lovely person in his arms, the desire that had just risen was mostly replaced by tenderness. She hugged Qiaoer's slender waist with great care and patted her, let go of her hand and smiled: Little girl, I've read too much at the West Chamber Records, full of ideas of talented people and beautiful women...
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