Tsinghua University

Shen Tinglan had no interest in being a flying man, so she followed everyone to the second floor for dinner.In the afternoon, the rain became lighter and thinner, and the thin rain woven into smoke, covering the distant mountains.The sunlight broke through the leaden clouds and shone on the small puddles on the ground.

There is a large balcony on the second floor with many beach chairs on it for visitors to look at the green hills.Because of the rain, there was no one here.Teacher Liu picked an angle, set aside a simple foldable easel, requisitioned the paint of a "lucky" classmate, and started to make a model painting.

Shen Tinglan was at the back, squeezed into the gap between the two of them, and looked very seriously.He only painted pots and fruits under the light in the room, never painted flowers and rocks, and natural light endowed them with richer and more varied colors.

The clouds cover the sun, and the colors of the mountains, flowers and plants are dim.When the wind blows away the clouds, the vegetation, trees, mountains and rocks will also brighten up.

Teacher Liu encountered this kind of situation when he was halfway through the painting.Suddenly, the clouds disappeared and the rain fell, and a large area of ​​sunlight shone on the distant mountains. The boundary line between light and dark that was not very clear at first was separated in an instant. The bright side was almost golden, and the dark side was contrasted even more gloomy.He had no choice but to readjust the colors and completed this small color draft.

He said: "When sketching, the light is changeable. You can paint whatever color you see with your eyes. Don't take it for granted, let alone memorize concepts, understand?"

"Got it." The students responded with a long voice.

"It's sunny now, hurry up and pack your things, and go outside to sketch later, do you understand?"

"Understood!" Before the words finished, they rushed back to their room, pushing me and me pushing you.

Shen Tinglan and Jiang Xusheng carried the painting bags on their backs, and left the room with a pencil case and a ponytail.When he was going down the stairs, he met a few old men. They were in good spirits, with a video camera around their necks, wearing the same red shirts, with a line of yellow characters printed on the back: "Sunset Red Photography Tour Group".

"Aren't you a painter?" one of the old people asked.

"Yes." Shen Tinglan smiled.

"Is this going to Bat Mountain?"

"Bat Mountain?"

Another old man pointed down the opposite mountain: "That's Bat Mountain, doesn't it look like a bat stretching its wings?"

Jiang Fusheng looked in the direction he was pointing: "It is indeed like that."

An old man came to his senses: "It is said that there was a flood many years ago, and a family surnamed Hei took refuge here. The people of Shidu kindly took them in." The old man said as he walked, "I don't know that the water rose even more that night. The flood became a flood. The villagers called Shang Laohei's family to seek refuge on a small hill.

"At this time, the villagers discovered that the flood water rose by one foot, and the small hills also rose. As they rose, hills appeared on both sides, forming a bat-shaped mountain. When the flood receded, the villagers disappeared. Only then did I realize that Lao Hei’s family was not human, they turned into this mountain and saved the lives of the villagers. Since then, people have lived at the foot of the mountain.”

"Master, are you going to Bat Mountain?" Shen Tinglan asked.

The old man shook his head: "This mountain is too steep. We have old arms and legs, so we can't climb it at first glance. We plan to go to the opposite side of Bat Mountain. There is a good camera position over there, and we can take pictures of the train."

"train?"

Another person danced and added: "The Jingyuan Railway passes through a small hill behind the Bat Mountain. From time to time, there will be a train. We want to shoot the moment it enters the bridge hole and crosses the mountain. The old-fashioned green leather train, the high railway bridge , the three peaks of Batbat Mountain not far away are emerald green, put them in the same picture, not to mention how beautiful it is!"

"We originally wanted to go today, but unfortunately it's raining and the road is slippery and it's not easy to climb the mountain, so we'll take a look first."

Jiang Fusheng glanced at Shen Tinglan: "Can you call the two of us?"

"Yes, we checked the train schedule. There will be a train passing Bat Mountain at four o'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow. If you have time at two o'clock, you can come to us."

The two had a brief chat with the elders of the "Sunset Red Elderly Photography Group", and then trotted towards the door with their things.

When everyone was here, several teachers took them to the village under Bat Mountain.The village is built on the mountain, and the terrain is sloped from top to bottom, so it is tiring to climb up.A small part of the buildings inside retain the style of the early last century. The walls made of green bricks, the houses made of loess, and any open space on the roadside are planted with corn.

You can draw whatever you want here, gather at the entrance of the village at five o'clock, and hand in your homework. The task on the first day is not heavy, two color sketches and ten sketches.

Jiang Fusheng became very interested in the persimmon tree planted in the yard of a family. The persimmon tree is the oldest one, with luxuriant branches and leaves like an open umbrella.The door of that house was open, and he sat on the opposite side of the path with a small horse, holding a sketchpad in his hand, and looked up to draw the old tree full of fruits and the old house next to it.

Not long after, a person walked out of the old house.She is very old, her hair is old silver, wearing an indigo shirt and dark gray trousers, with a hunched back, she slowly walked down the simple steps made of bricks and stones.

Seeing Jiang complaining, she turned her head to look at her house again, and suddenly moved uncomfortably to the side, as if she was afraid of blocking him.

"Grandma, you don't need to move." Jiang Fu called out to her, "I'm done painting now."

"Drawing so fast?" The old lady was a little curious, turned around and took two persimmons from the window sill, and walked towards Jiang complaining, "Can you draw a picture of me?"

As she spoke, she handed the two big red persimmons to Jiang Fusheng.Persimmons are warmed by the sun, which is a comfortable temperature to touch.

Jiang Fusheng didn't want other people's persimmons: "Grandma, I don't want to be paid for painting."

"I'll take it if I give it to you. I can't ask for your painting for nothing."

"Then sit here." Jiang Fusheng took the old lady's persimmon and put it on top of the pencil case.Sketching requires the model to remain in one position for a short period of time. Jiang Fusheng was afraid that the old lady would be tired, so he stood up and let her sit down.

Jiang Fusheng took a few steps back, put on a new piece of paper, and outlined her figure with a few strokes.

Probably because she was bored while sitting, she started talking to him: "Student, where are you from?"

"Binhai, come to Beijing to learn painting, and go to Shidu to sketch."

"I know, I know you are here to sketch." She smiled kindly, "Every year, students who learn to draw come to my house...you all like my house and persimmon tree very much."

Jiang Fusheng also laughed: "Your tree and house are very beautiful, they are all treasures. Other houses are all brick-and-concrete flat-roofed houses, which are the same and tasteless."

The old lady looked at him curiously: "What does it smell like?"

Jiang Fusheng thought for a while: "It's time, just look at your house and there is a story."

She said: "This house is older than me. It is my old man's ancestral house. It has lived for several generations. Now I am the only one left. A few days ago, the village issued a notice to vigorously develop tourist attractions. It will not be developed to me."

Jiang Fusheng spoke quickly, and asked ignorantly, "Where are your family members?"

"Is there anyone in the family?" She looked thoughtful, "The old man has long been turned into a pile of graves. His son and daughter-in-law are all working in other places, and they only come back to visit during the holidays."

"Outside?"

"Yes, they are over there in Haidian."

Jiang Fusheng asked, "Isn't Haidian also Beijing?"

The old lady was getting old, so she was inevitably confused. She asked suspiciously: "But why do I feel that Haidian is far away from me? My son only visits me once in a long time." Before Jiang Xusheng could respond, she said, "Look at my yard. The persimmon tree in the garden was planted by my old man in the year my son was born. He said that the persimmons are booming, and it is a good luck to have a prosperous day.

"The tree was very small back then, only as thick as two chopsticks. Look, it's so thick now that it's taller than the house."

She recounted her past lightly, and Jiang Fusheng listened quietly without interjecting another word.His painting is also coming to an end. In the painting is an old woman in a long gown and trousers. She looks kind and her expression freezes into a smiling face.