Zhu Wenying

There is a flower mountain on the edge of Taihu Lake.

20 years ago, maybe even earlier, I walked through Huashan twice.

I only remember that one of them was in the middle of summer, and the sun was already shining when I walked to the mountainside; At the peak, the scorching sun shone white everywhere...... At that time, the road up the mountain was very difficult, and in the afternoon sun, this warm mountain in the south had an unexpected peak. So much so that for a long time later, when I thought of Huashan, I always felt a power completely different from the name of this mountain, as if it was difficult to get close, and something was faintly shocking me. It wasn't until many years later, when I saw Shen Zhou's paintings in the museum, that I was somewhat relieved. There is an awe-inspiring strength in the ink and structure, even though it is a southern mountain, with floating clouds and gurgling water.

Another example is Taihu Lake.

Tracing Taihu Lake is difficult. To illustrate this difficulty, I have come up with an analogy. It's like "Dream of Red Mansions" that we are all familiar with. The first half of "Dream of Red Mansions" is scattered in the streets and alleys of Suzhou, piled up by the joys of daily life: piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, hops, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. Slowly, these joys snowballed and rose. The second half is Taihu Lake. Looking at it from a certain weather, a certain perspective, and a certain state of mind, Taihu Lake is a vast and boundless connection between life and history.

Without Taihu Lake, Suzhou is of course also beautiful, delicate and fine, a flower and a leaf, a needle and a thread outline the beauty. But with Taihu Lake, Suzhou is alive. It is a life with waves and ups and downs.

People often like Hangzhou because of the West Lake, and relatively speaking, Taihu Lake is somewhat neglected. The West Lake is in the urban area, the spring dawn of the Su Causeway, the wind and lotus of the Quyuan, the autumn moon of the Pinghu Lake, and the orioles of the willow waves...... Each one is within reach, and all carry the sweetness of the world. Taihu Lake is a little different, Taihu Lake reminds me of "life and death, and Zicheng said". Taihu Lake is with the meaning of life, this kind of thing, should be into poetry, should be in the text, should be in the painting.

There is also a Mid-Autumn Festival night of the year. A friend invited a dozen people to board an ancient boat on Lake Taihu. The theme of that night was "Drinking a century-old tea, listening to a thousand-year-old piano, and watching the bright moon of eternity". An artist friend sits on the deck adjacent to the cabin. Maybe the tea was too fragrant that night? Is the piano too quiet? The moon is too clear? Maybe I heard the vastness of the smoke of Taihu Lake in advance? When the piano was playing melodiously, only a dull sound was heard, and the artist somehow fell into the cabin at a depth of 2 meters.

It was a vivid stroke of that night, a stroke of oil smoke, and a bizarre stroke.

There will always be legends in Taihu Lake. People can't get enough of it, and they can't think about it.

People's Daily (20/0/0 0 Edition)