There is Wuzhen in Zhejiang, and there is Wujiang in Anhui, with a flying bridge looming across the wild smoke, and fishing boats on the west bank of Shiji. The peach blossoms follow the flowing water all day long. Where is the hole beside the clear stream? ---The Peach Blossom S

There is Wuzhen in Zhejiang. There is Wujiang in Anhui.

There is a faint flying bridge across the wild smoke,

fishing boats on the west bank of Shiji.

The peach blossoms follow the flowing water all day long,

Where is the cave beside the clear stream.

---Tang. Zhang Xu

The Peach Blossom Spring in calligraphy and painting

"Peach Blossom Spring" is a place for the soul to settle down. In fact, in everyone's heart, doesn't he have his own paradise?

It may be the peach forest and water town described by Teacher Guo Jie, where the gurgling water ripples with the lingering feelings of every wanderer from the far end;

It may be the elegant residence in the mountains in the heart of Teacher Chen Bing, taking root among the green mountains and blue stones. A place that people long for out of the world.

Or perhaps it is the place where Mr. Yao Heqing pursues a balance between ideal and reality - Xiangquan·Peach Blossom Spring.

Guo Jie's "Spring Mountain" 34*135cm

Chen Bing's "Fushan Yaju" 8*180cm

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Xiangquan·Peach Blossom Spring

Calligraphy and painting are not just on paper, Mr. Yao connects art with life , painting in nature, creating a poetic peach blossom garden. Who wants this peach blossom garden?

Xiangquan. Peach Blossom Spring

People are swimming in the painting, and the scenery remains in the heart

It is like the dream of the Peach Blossom Spring in Teacher Zhu Kui's heart has returned to reality. With lush trees and simple houses, we listen to the sound of birds, wind and running water, just like people are there. In the middle of the painting, the scenery remains in my heart.

Zhu Kui "The Green Shade of the Fishing Village" 68*69cm

The footsteps of reality also come to every white wall and blue tiles. As the poem says, "the green bricks and small tiles horse head walls, the cloisters with hanging lattice windows", people walk What we enter is a house that is also nature, and what our hearts return to is our home and authenticity. Let us "return to Taoyuan and just care about spring, summer, autumn and winter."