In the seeking I turned one page after another. The painting ranges from grand and solemn autumn scenery of mount LangYa to the graceful peaks and sea of clouds on mount HuangShan. Then we walked onto the vast plain. For the hill he included in the majestic mountain screen of HuangYangJie in JingGangShan, the earth mounds in front of the mansion for ZunYi meeting and the deserted mount YunLing where solitude temple stand under a cliff with a few withered tree as well as solitude crows. His water fell down the water fallen into deep ponds then flew into creeks and brooks until the vast river with a lot islets in. His trees grew in the misty fog in the morning then onto mount HuangShan under the golden evening glow—the pine trees welcoming the guests. They also grew colorful on cliffs and on the plain in the golden October when their leaves in the falling. He themed wintersweet in his depict of flower—a few branches under the clean white noon to fill full in the atmosphere their fragrance. The wintersweet calling spring grew in red, pink and purple to show the delightfulness and a longing for the season. In the end I returned to the “crystal heart” and it kept the same clear clean.
His painting symbolized the character of wintersweet and his personality built in it. The elderly man looks thin and solemn. His uplifted spirit derived from the flower so clam in front of the vast frost and snow. It’s all like his refusal to false fame and profit as well as his deny to extravagance. If the TV star can earn a million with a simple stroke he’d like to choose his silence study to perfect his exquisiteness and artistic completion. His indifference showed in the paintings as well as in his talk. There’s no exaggeration nor excited gestures or indigent expression. His words flow out naturally. Never envy the transient beauty of epiphyllum, please value wintersweet in her endurance.
The hearty talk felt as pleased as the name of the tea house JingYi—tranquil and comfort in Chinese meaning. The long last clapping of hands were omitted, the atmosphere calm. But everyone felt as tranquil as tea, as light taste as tea and as fragrant as tea. We sunk in the painting, we sunk in the tea and we sunk in the smoothing talk of this elderly man—Mr.LinChangSheng.