The beautiful condensation of small rivers and mountains to read the series of Xu Ruomin's new works

Xu Ruomin bonsai

Small rivers and mountains, beautiful condensation

Read Xu Ruomin's new book "the first Dust" series one by one

Original author | Ke Xiaoren

Xu Ruomin bonsai "the first Dust. Sishui returns to the Hall" (the basin is 45 cm long)

From afar to the south of the Yangtze River, four to the hometown of the south of the Yangtze River. Pick up the footprints, clean up the childhood singing?

"four rivers returning to the hall" is a special bright spot in my hometown. Only those who have lived in water villages understand the delicacy and attentiveness of water. "Life is like duckweed, anything above the vastness." Those sand: verdant river bamboo, loose flowers and plants, frolicking waterbirds? Enjoy a piece of Xianning.

When the shadow of the day moves eastward, people who return to their hometown always like to stand on the hills or big trees outside the village to peep at the village and guess which house has the straightest and highest smoke. Whose laughter was the first to run back to his own hall? Bibo sparkling, those memories on the water, amnesia, memories? Who, the invisible "trace" is easily erased? Who, endless expectations filled with waves?

Xu Ruomin bonsai, the first dust. Hanqiu "(bonsai 40 cm)

"the hand of the wind rubbed the surface of the water, so patient, so quiet." The setting sun is lingering, the vegetation is glowing on the lake, and the mountain is glamorous. I'm not sure. Is this the illusion of autumn?

Ships are berthing one after another. Yes, mast mast solemnly, the sail off the shelf, combing all the way amorous feelings, happy with their own happiness. Yes, those who are not in a hurry to go ashore at home continue to play up Qiuxia's thoughts all over the sky, make an appointment with the soon-to-be-drifting koi, say good night to each other, and enjoy their leisure …...

At this time, there is a water-skimming gull with a calm and orderly voice, as if calling for an inexplicable panic of the same kind that will no longer scream in the future.

"Xiao bowed a canoe and dreamed of entering Furongpu." "the first dust. "Hanqiu" has become my yearning and love.

Xu Ruomin bonsai "the first dust. Look at the clouds and horses" (the basin is 40 cm long)

Clouds in the water, clouds in the sky, flow and cause, even if hair is born.

Look at the clouds and horses, "or meat or vegetarian, or noisy or quiet, silent self-cultivation." One term of nature.

Carry a horse, look at the clouds, travel through time and space, and set up a life in the middle. Do not think so, do not look at, self-release, wantonly look forward to one by one in the picturesque serenity, the encounter of the first dust will be fixed into a poem after the dream of wandering clouds. The water and the sky are the same, the weather will be the same, and the pony is no longer a horse with a pale coat.

Xu Ruomin bonsai "the first Dust." fishing in late spring "(the basin is 40 cm long)

The mountains go for a ride in March. The March wind is like a dream, gentle, light, calm and gentle. The dream of the wind is in the water village, feeling the fishing music in March.

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Water is clear and clean. The reflection of the mountain is stagnant. Only singing the fishing boat, against the current, frequently cast a net, blooming water marks can be followed by red carp, eager to try their own beautiful day: imagine the love of Longmen promotion into a kind of silence.

Wind, flapping transparent wings, the simple dream of a moonlight to see the eternal heart lamp of the water (fishing music).

Xu Ruomin bonsai "Magpie Bridge return Road" (basin length 40 cm)

"Magpie Bridge return Road" one by one "an old story, the vivid plot is being pulled out one by one." In those days, the love between the cowherd and the weaver girl was arbitrarily abstracted and mercilessly separated by an "invisible river". Only on the seventh day of July every year, the "magpie bridge" in the dream can dispel the helplessness and shabby of "looking forward to and looking forward to".

Now, they both return to the mortal world (this is a breakthrough in spiritual ecology). The cowherd no longer herds cattle and specializes in his own love: casting a net to catch fish. The Weaver Girl does not spin and weave cloth, tutoring children and serving the elderly.

The magpie bridge returns to the road, the center of the earth is still. Magpie sound bursts, folding the vicissitudes of life. A dream is like a play. New era, new atmosphere? The steps of the ancient temple extend to May, the morning dew is crystal clear, noble and noble, and the color of vegetation is written all over the sky. Cowherd and Weaver Girl's new version of the family situation one by one, "the days are getting more and more comfortable, like a lake without wind." And Le Anhan, the paradise of the first dust.

Xu Ruomin bonsai, the first Dust. Huai Shan Spring Festival Gala "(basin length 40 cm)

Huaishan Spring Festival Gala. Return to green vegetation, carefully colored, as calm as water, calm, calm, weightlifting as light. "A fishing song that has been mended again and again, with a journey of wind and rain, dressing up a twenty-mile water village with curls of smoke and smoke."

Pallets and ferries, a cavity lingering, full of long stand. At this time, standing on the bridge is not the bridge, a careless glimmer tucked in an affectionate figure, let the passing boatman under the "bridge" stop rowing, but hesitate to hope that the fatigue of the whole journey can be eliminated as soon as possible. let the state of mind that has never been to share this opportunity of the Spring Festival Gala. Perhaps this is the stupidest reason to stop the oars. Gao? But because the color here is very kind!

Xu Ruomin bonsai "the first dust. Qinghuan" (bonsai 40 cm)

Read Qinghuan arranged by Bonsai World and feel the meaning of the word "primary dust": I seem to hear the heartbeat of water and the breath of mountains. As if the ancient obsession is inborn.

The first dust set, the grass is planting hair for the soil; the spring breeze flashes. As a result, the index of "happiness" rose. "the harvest is not big or small, and there is a generous wait on the surface of the water.

Without hesitation, the reasons for emptiness in front of the water village can be found everywhere. A small sampan came again and asked, "is it the body or the heart?" Remind yourself "just right" one by one.

Time goes by, sighing that there is nothing left. The waves are not frightened, but the feelings are south of the Yangtze River. He is well-connected and courteous.

Postscript:

This is a new work by teacher Xu Ruomin from Shanghai. She is an educator, usually likes to grow some flowers and plants, and later found that these flowers can be used as material for making bonsai, so she made these small bonsai. Not long ago, I was in the "Bonsai World". After reading it, I felt that it had a profound meaning, so I wrote down these feelings to share with my friends in the bonsai. Thank you.

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