Like orange city street, there is no lack of ambiguous color and oil painting. The ambitious road last night, the lights are Yinyun all the way. A few years ago, in the city and school employees. And a restrained smile sorrow and grief, not wet. However, the wind and cold. Is close to the Xiang River in Changsha city, came in the fall. Three two-autumn rain, I come.
It is reported that Simon's collection of paintings hanging on in this city on the third floor of the museum, the exhibition of the limited time available, a rare case of a lifetime opportunity. I washed the fall in oil painting from the city seems to be directed. Off to one side of the martyrs of the Museum Park, left, and then never visited.
Hundreds of pieces of the master's works legislation in the days of simple blue screen on the wall, such as quiet time. Two hundred years ago, the Rhine, the Seine; London and Paris; wilderness and rural areas. Palace and the bedroom; queen and lover; the gods of ancient Greece and hard-working peasant woman. The evening before the storm; ring sunny afternoon; Huihanruyu the beach; lady and flower girl. Sunflower sad as the gold in the two hundred years later, similar to the glowing sky.
Naore strong light on the beach and Huihanruyu face, how bright orange and direct how the distance, against life, I implicitly weak eyes. Two hundred years ago the blow against our faces in the afternoon. I feel like the lines and colors. Impressionism's "Summer Night"; up the tree-day village; four pairs of lovers embracing and kissing, Chan Yi Mei, there is no clear a face. Oh wind, a mid-summer night around everywhere, is an angel or a ghost, bogged down in soft cleansing of the village? The bustling streets of Paris, the industrial civilization of the atmosphere around everywhere. The old building; road not far from the workers; the church steeple, the color of the light Zonghuang casualty list, all the world like a world away from another.
Leiden, Rossetti, Turner, Corot, Miller, Monet, Renoir, Pissarro, Ti Suote, Munch, and so on, the European elite in the nineteenth century flower bed with deep eyes, Painting figures in the depths of bright shining eyes; in each of the lines set out in each of the emphasis on color, demagogic; and I like the soft look in the distance aspirations.
Life is beautiful is also suffering, is a long time is short. Therefore, two hundred years ago, is under the dark clouds rolling in three color-old cattle; so old artist's rendering of cattle into the color of eyes; Ukraine so mixed color and gray clouds seem far and near; life so sad Can not change Xi's. Even Jinyiyushi the Queen, as well as autumn-like eyes off the air. So pick up the wheat's poor people live in a picture, the immersion of the students is difficult, but the artist is willing to use it will be the subject of lively expression. So we look forward to heaven. So much of the ancient Greek gods, the number of long wings to fly, how many heroes Fanjian close to heaven too?
So, did not lie down over the years, Changsha chair of the martyrs of the park, I can really feel different from previous years, the autumn cool.
So, lying on the fall of the cemetery, the hole is the color of the oil in the fall. The spread of color, light and shadow like a graceful time to come and go like waves.