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This is a vertical ink painting, which is carefully mounted in the frame by the shopkeeper.
A plum blossom is painted in the painting. The plum blossom in the painting is light and soft, with thousands of flowers and thousands of pistils. The elegant posture and charm of plum blossom are incisively and vividly reflected.
As soon as the old man saw the picture, he gave a light sigh, as if he had seen something extraordinary.
When Yang Jing saw that grandpa took out the reading glasses from his pocket, Yang Jing also paid attention to the painting.
When the shopkeeper saw Yang Jing and the three of them standing in front of the painting, he also followed him and said with a smile, "the old man has good eyesight. He took a fancy to the treasure of our shop at a glance."
The shopkeeper's words were ignored by Yang Jing and his uncle. People who mix in the antique market can talk about the dead and the black. If you believe them, you'll probably have nothing left in your hole.
The best way to deal with this kind of person is to go in one ear and out the other. Whatever he says, you can just listen to it as a joke.
Yang Jing and his uncle are more concerned about the change of the old man.
Grandpa has been in a muddle since the craniotomy. At this time, he took the initiative to be interested in a painting and took out reading glasses. This change made Yang Jing and his uncle smile.
Needless to say, the love of antiques lurking in the old man's bones has now begun to dominate the old man's body.
The old man turned his head and lowered his head. His eyes came out from the top edge of his reading glasses. He looked at the shopkeeper and asked, "boss, can you take this picture down for the old man to see?"
There is nothing wrong with Grandpa's words. He doesn't look like a person who has had craniotomy and brain tissue damage.
When the shopkeeper heard this, he was a little embarrassed and hesitated.
The old uncle was unhappy. "Why? Isn't your painting just for sale here? How can we know whether the painting is true or false if we don't have a look? Or is the boss worried that we can't afford it?"
Yang Jing quietly showed her left wrist to the boss. After the boss's sight was attracted by the watch on her left wrist, she said faintly: "this watch was brought back by me in France. It's an authentic Patek Philippe watch, but I'm afraid you don't know the real value of this watch."
The boss smiled and said, "my painting is really the treasure of the shop, but since you want to see it, I'll take it off for you."
Then the shopkeeper came forward and carefully took off the painting. Yang Jing took a look and saw that there was no filler behind the frame and in contact with the wall. He said faintly, "boss, it's wrong for you to put this painting like this. Even if the ancient painting is mounted in the frame, it's best not to contact the wall directly to avoid the moisture on the wall and damaging the ancient painting inside the frame."
As soon as the boss heard this, he put down the painting and motioned to Yang Jing, "Yo, you're a knowledgeable man. It doesn't matter. My painting was hung up this morning. Usually, it's put in the safe."
Yang Jing nodded without saying anything, but put on her gloves and took the picture the boss put on the table.
Although the picture is mounted in the frame, the size is not small. Yang Jing almost knows that the picture is almost 100 cm * 50 cm in size.
Put the picture in front of Grandpa, and grandpa immediately pushed the reading glasses together.
The plum blossom in this painting occupies most of the space of the picture, but there are some gaps in the upper and lower right corners.
There is a running script title in the upper right corner. Yang Jing carefully identified it and vaguely could see the content of the title.
"In the afternoon, I was dizzy, my head was lazily combed, my plum blossoms were scattered and the rain was blurred. When dawn came, I suddenly saw the sunshine, and my heart felt like a wine sickness su. My friends were elegant and happy, and I walked around the mountain Kuma at will. Apricot flowers were ashamed, plum powder was floating, and a gust of fragrance came over the water. The path beside the bridge surrounded Lin Zou, and there was an ancient temple with red walls. The begging mountain monk went with a bowl, and the plum blossom courtyard was quiet in autumn. The wine in the thatched house was sweet, and the sunset was a little sound. It was expected to be bright When I went to the southern suburbs on the 15th, I first went to the spring city to look at Xiaolan. I visited four of Mei's old works. Wang Shishen, a resident of Chaolin, wrote in Songnan library during the Spring Festival on the fifth day. "
At the bottom left of the title, there are two small seal style square seals. The one above is "Wang Shishen seal" and the one below is "Chaolin".
The title and seal shocked Yang Jing and said, "is this Wang Shishen's painting?"
Grandpa was still looking at the picture carefully. He didn't speak, and my uncle didn't make a sound. Instead, the shopkeeper next to him smiled.
"The little brother has good eyesight. At a glance, he can see that this is Wang Shishen's painting. Yes, this painting is Wang Shishen's painting of white plum."
Yang Jing couldn't help turning her eyes and said in her heart, "there is Wang Shishen's name on this question. Can't I see it?"
The old uncle over there took out his mobile phone, poked it a few times, and then whispered to Yang Jing.
Wang Shishen (1686 - about 1762) is a close person, No. Chaolin, No. Xidong foreign history, from Z County, Anhui Province, and one of the eight monsters in Yangzhou in the Qing Dynasty. He was poor and embarrassed all his life. He liked tea and had sex with Mei. JuYang Prefecture made a living selling paintings and lived in peace and contentment. In his later years, he was blind, but comforted himself that he would never have to see those busy ordinary people again. Painting by hand, after unremitting efforts, is better than painting without blindness. Good at painting plum and bamboo, working seal cutting and eight point book. Engraving is as famous as Gao Xiang and Ding Jing.
Wang Shishen, one of the eight monsters in Yangzhou, is a poetic man. He loves tea and plum, "leisure and greed for tea bowls become a fetish, and he feels that plum blossom is his old friend". Drinking tea and facing the plum blossoms, he said, "I'm glad to have a good time, and I'll pay my mind to sing silk." of course, in addition to poetry, I also pay my mind to painting and the plum blossoms at the bottom of his pen. The plum blossoms he painted are light and elegant, with a sparse fragrance and cold air to express his lofty and arrogant mind.
Jinnong, one of the eight monsters in Yangzhou, once commented on the plum blossoms painted by Wang Shishen: "thousands of flowers and thousands of pistils, leading the cold fragrance, just like in the wind and snow of Baqiao."
Among the eight monsters in Yangzhou, Wang Shishen is a painter with a high style. He was poor all his life. He entertained himself with poetry and wine and was self-sufficient in writing. He has a gentle temperament and is free from worldly strife. He has friends who ask for paintings, that is, he gives them generously. In case of vulgarity, he doesn't make a contribution even after cooking. In his later years, he was blind and could still write in cursive script. It was like God's luck. His friends called it "mind view", which means that the eyes can't see, but the heart is like a mirror, if God helps.
When Yang Jing heard this, he motioned to his uncle and whispered, "uncle, others play antiques by memory. You can take Du Niang with you!"
The old uncle put the mobile phone in his pocket and said, "what's the age? You don't have to memorize some hard common sense. What's the use of the mobile phone? This is one of its uses."
Yang Jing shrugged her shoulders helplessly. My uncle, who is lazy to steal, can definitely fight very hard!
PS: bow and thank "Ziyan Tianjiao" for its reward of 100. Today, I need help with a white matter, so I sent two chapters in a row to ask for recommendation tickets.
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This is a vertical ink painting, which is carefully mounted in the frame by the shopkeeper.
A plum blossom is painted in the painting. The plum blossom in the painting is light and soft, with thousands of flowers and thousands of pistils. The elegant posture and charm of plum blossom are incisively and vividly reflected.
As soon as the old man saw the picture, he gave a light sigh, as if he had seen something extraordinary.
When Yang Jing saw that grandpa took out the reading glasses from his pocket, Yang Jing also paid attention to the painting.
When the shopkeeper saw Yang Jing and the three of them standing in front of the painting, he also followed him and said with a smile, "the old man has good eyesight. He took a fancy to the treasure of our shop at a glance."
The shopkeeper's words were ignored by Yang Jing and his uncle. People who mix in the antique market can talk about the dead and the black. If you believe them, you'll probably have nothing left in your hole.
The best way to deal with this kind of person is to go in one ear and out the other. Whatever he says, you can just listen to it as a joke.
Yang Jing and his uncle are more concerned about the change of the old man.
Grandpa has been in a muddle since the craniotomy. At this time, he took the initiative to be interested in a painting and took out reading glasses. This change made Yang Jing and his uncle smile.
Needless to say, the love of antiques lurking in the old man's bones has now begun to dominate the old man's body.
The old man turned his head and lowered his head. His eyes came out from the top edge of his reading glasses. He looked at the shopkeeper and asked, "boss, can you take this picture down for the old man to see?"
There is nothing wrong with Grandpa's words. He doesn't look like a person who has had craniotomy and brain tissue damage.
When the shopkeeper heard this, he was a little embarrassed and hesitated.
The old uncle was unhappy. "Why? Isn't your painting just for sale here? How can we know whether the painting is true or false if we don't have a look? Or is the boss worried that we can't afford it?"
Yang Jing quietly showed her left wrist to the boss. After the boss's sight was attracted by the watch on her left wrist, she said faintly: "this watch was brought back by me in France. It's an authentic Patek Philippe watch, but I'm afraid you don't know the real value of this watch."
The boss smiled and said, "my painting is really the treasure of the shop, but since you want to see it, I'll take it off for you."
Then the shopkeeper came forward and carefully took off the painting. Yang Jing took a look and saw that there was no filler behind the frame and in contact with the wall. He said faintly, "boss, it's wrong for you to put this painting like this. Even if the ancient painting is mounted in the frame, it's best not to contact the wall directly to avoid the moisture on the wall and damaging the ancient painting inside the frame."
As soon as the boss heard this, he put down the painting and motioned to Yang Jing, "Yo, you're a knowledgeable man. It doesn't matter. My painting was hung up this morning. Usually, it's put in the safe."
Yang Jing nodded without saying anything, but put on her gloves and took the picture the boss put on the table.
Although the picture is mounted in the frame, the size is not small. Yang Jing almost knows that the picture is almost 100 cm * 50 cm in size.
Put the picture in front of Grandpa, and grandpa immediately pushed the reading glasses together.
The plum blossom in this painting occupies most of the space of the picture, but there are some gaps in the upper and lower right corners.
There is a running script title in the upper right corner. Yang Jing carefully identified it and vaguely could see the content of the title.
"In the afternoon, I was dizzy, my head was lazily combed, my plum blossoms were scattered and the rain was blurred. When dawn came, I suddenly saw the sunshine, and my heart felt like a wine sickness su. My friends were elegant and happy, and I walked around the mountain Kuma at will. Apricot flowers were ashamed, plum powder was floating, and a gust of fragrance came over the water. The path beside the bridge surrounded Lin Zou, and there was an ancient temple with red walls. The begging mountain monk went with a bowl, and the plum blossom courtyard was quiet in autumn. The wine in the thatched house was sweet, and the sunset was a little sound. It was expected to be bright When I went to the southern suburbs on the 15th, I first went to the spring city to look at Xiaolan. I visited four of Mei's old works. Wang Shishen, a resident of Chaolin, wrote in Songnan library during the Spring Festival on the fifth day. "
At the bottom left of the title, there are two small seal style square seals. The one above is "Wang Shishen seal" and the one below is "Chaolin".
The title and seal shocked Yang Jing and said, "is this Wang Shishen's painting?"
Grandpa was still looking at the picture carefully. He didn't speak, and my uncle didn't make a sound. Instead, the shopkeeper next to him smiled.
"The little brother has good eyesight. At a glance, he can see that this is Wang Shishen's painting. Yes, this painting is Wang Shishen's painting of white plum."
Yang Jing couldn't help turning her eyes and said in her heart, "there is Wang Shishen's name on this question. Can't I see it?"
The old uncle over there took out his mobile phone, poked it a few times, and then whispered to Yang Jing.
Wang Shishen (1686 - about 1762) is a close person, No. Chaolin, No. Xidong foreign history, from Z County, Anhui Province, and one of the eight monsters in Yangzhou in the Qing Dynasty. He was poor and embarrassed all his life. He liked tea and had sex with Mei. JuYang Prefecture made a living selling paintings and lived in peace and contentment. In his later years, he was blind, but comforted himself that he would never have to see those busy ordinary people again. Painting by hand, after unremitting efforts, is better than painting without blindness. Good at painting plum and bamboo, working seal cutting and eight point book. Engraving is as famous as Gao Xiang and Ding Jing.
Wang Shishen, one of the eight monsters in Yangzhou, is a poetic man. He loves tea and plum, "leisure and greed for tea bowls become a fetish, and he feels that plum blossom is his old friend". Drinking tea and facing the plum blossoms, he said, "I'm glad to have a good time, and I'll pay my mind to sing silk." of course, in addition to poetry, I also pay my mind to painting and the plum blossoms at the bottom of his pen. The plum blossoms he painted are light and elegant, with a sparse fragrance and cold air to express his lofty and arrogant mind.
Jinnong, one of the eight monsters in Yangzhou, once commented on the plum blossoms painted by Wang Shishen: "thousands of flowers and thousands of pistils, leading the cold fragrance, just like in the wind and snow of Baqiao."
Among the eight monsters in Yangzhou, Wang Shishen is a painter with a high style. He was poor all his life. He entertained himself with poetry and wine and was self-sufficient in writing. He has a gentle temperament and is free from worldly strife. He has friends who ask for paintings, that is, he gives them generously. In case of vulgarity, he doesn't make a contribution even after cooking. In his later years, he was blind and could still write in cursive script. It was like God's luck. His friends called it "mind view", which means that the eyes can't see, but the heart is like a mirror, if God helps.
When Yang Jing heard this, he motioned to his uncle and whispered, "uncle, others play antiques by memory. You can take Du Niang with you!"
The old uncle put the mobile phone in his pocket and said, "what's the age? You don't have to memorize some hard common sense. What's the use of the mobile phone? This is one of its uses."
Yang Jing shrugged her shoulders helplessly. My uncle, who is lazy to steal, can definitely fight very hard!
PS: bow and thank "Ziyan Tianjiao" for its reward of 100. Today, I need help with a white matter, so I sent two chapters in a row to ask for recommendation tickets.
This is a vertical ink painting, which is carefully mounted in the frame by the shopkeeper.A plum blossom is painted in the painting. The plum blossom in the painting is light and soft, with thousands of flowers and thousands of pistils. The elegant posture and charm of plum blossom are incisively and vividly reflected.As soon as the old man saw the picture, he gave a light sigh, as if he had seen something extraordinary.When Yang Jing saw that grandpa took out the reading glasses from his pocket, Yang Jing also paid attention to the painting.When the shopkeeper saw Yang Jing and the three of them standing in front of the painting, he also followed him and said with a smile, "the old man has good eyesight. He took a fancy to the treasure of our shop at a glance."The shopkeeper's words were ignored by Yang Jing and his uncle. People who mix in the antique market can talk about the dead and the black. If you believe them, you'll probably have nothing left in your hole.The best way to deal with this kind of person is to go in one ear and out the other. Whatever he says, you can just listen to it as a joke.Yang Jing and his uncle are more concerned about the change of the old man.Grandpa has been in a muddle since the craniotomy. At this time, he took the initiative to be interested in a painting and took out reading glasses. This change made Yang Jing and his uncle smile.Needless to say, the love of antiques lurking in the old man's bones has now begun to dominate the old man's body.The old man turned his head and lowered his head. His eyes came out from the top edge of his reading glasses. He looked at the shopkeeper and asked, "boss, can you take this picture down for the old man to see?"There is nothing wrong with Grandpa's words. He doesn't look like a person who has had craniotomy and brain tissue damage.When the shopkeeper heard this, he was a little embarrassed and hesitated.The old uncle was unhappy. "Why? Isn't your painting just for sale here? How can we know whether the painting is true or false if we don't have a look? Or is the boss worried that we can't afford it?"Yang Jing quietly showed her left wrist to the boss. After the boss's sight was attracted by the watch on her left wrist, she said faintly: "this watch was brought back by me in France. It's an authentic Patek Philippe watch, but I'm afraid you don't know the real value of this watch."The boss smiled and said, "my painting is really the treasure of the shop, but since you want to see it, I'll take it off for you."Then the shopkeeper came forward and carefully took off the painting. Yang Jing took a look and saw that there was no filler behind the frame and in contact with the wall. He said faintly, "boss, it's wrong for you to put this painting like this. Even if the ancient painting is mounted in the frame, it's best not to contact the wall directly to avoid the moisture on the wall and damaging the ancient painting inside the frame."As soon as the boss heard this, he put down the painting and motioned to Yang Jing, "Yo, you're a knowledgeable man. It doesn't matter. My painting was hung up this morning. Usually, it's put in the safe."Yang Jing nodded without saying anything, but put on her gloves and took the picture the boss put on the table.Although the picture is mounted in the frame, the size is not small. Yang Jing almost knows that the picture is almost 100 cm * 50 cm in size.Put the picture in front of Grandpa, and grandpa immediately pushed the reading glasses together.The plum blossom in this painting occupies most of the space of the picture, but there are some gaps in the upper and lower right corners.There is a running script title in the upper right corner. Yang Jing carefully identified it and vaguely could see the content of the title."In the afternoon, I was dizzy, my head was lazily combed, my plum blossoms were scattered and the rain was blurred. When dawn came, I suddenly saw the sunshine, and my heart felt like a wine sickness su. My friends were elegant and happy, and I walked around the mountain Kuma at will. Apricot flowers were ashamed, plum powder was floating, and a gust of fragrance came over the water. The path beside the bridge surrounded Lin Zou, and there was an ancient temple with red walls. The begging mountain monk went with a bowl, and the plum blossom courtyard was quiet in autumn. The wine in the thatched house was sweet, and the sunset was a little sound. It was expected to be bright When I went to the southern suburbs on the 15th, I first went to the spring city to look at Xiaolan. I visited four of Mei's old works. Wang Shishen, a resident of Chaolin, wrote in Songnan library during the Spring Festival on the fifth day. "At the bottom left of the title, there are two small seal style square seals. The one above is "Wang Shishen seal" and the one below is "Chaolin".The title and seal shocked Yang Jing and said, "is this Wang Shishen's painting?"Grandpa was still looking at the picture carefully. He didn't speak, and my uncle didn't make a sound. Instead, the shopkeeper next to him smiled."The little brother has good eyesight. At a glance, he can see that this is Wang Shishen's painting. Yes, this painting is Wang Shishen's painting of white plum."Yang Jing couldn't help turning her eyes and said in her heart, "there is Wang Shishen's name on this question. Can't I see it?"The old uncle over there took out his mobile phone, poked it a few times, and then whispered to Yang Jing.Wang Shishen 1686 - about 1762 is a close person, No. Chaolin, No. Xidong foreign history, from Z County, Anhui Province, and one of the eight monsters in Yangzhou in the Qing Dynasty. He was poor and embarrassed all his life. He liked tea and had sex with Mei. JuYang Prefecture made a living selling paintings and lived in peace and contentment. In his later years, he was blind, but comforted himself that he would never have to see those busy ordinary people again. Painting by hand, after unremitting efforts, is better than painting without blindness. Good at painting plum and bamboo, working seal cutting and eight point book. Engraving is as famous as Gao Xiang and Ding Jing.Wang Shishen, one of the eight monsters in Yangzhou, is a poetic man. He loves tea and plum, "leisure and greed for tea bowls become a fetish, and he feels that plum blossom is his old friend". Drinking tea and facing the plum blossoms, he said, "I'm glad to have a good time, and I'll pay my mind to sing silk." of course, in addition to poetry, I also pay my mind to painting and the plum blossoms at the bottom of his pen. The plum blossoms he painted are light and elegant, with a sparse fragrance and cold air to express his lofty and arrogant mind.Jinnong, one of the eight monsters in Yangzhou, once commented on the plum blossoms painted by Wang Shishen: "thousands of flowers and thousands of pistils, leading the cold fragrance, just like in the wind and snow of Baqiao."Among the eight monsters in Yangzhou, Wang Shishen is a painter with a high style. He was poor all his life. He entertained himself with poetry and wine and was self-sufficient in writing. He has a gentle temperament and is free from worldly strife. He has friends who ask for paintings, that is, he gives them generously. In case of vulgarity, he doesn't make a contribution even after cooking. In his later years, he was blind and could still write in cursive script. It was like God's luck. His friends called it "mind view", which means that the eyes can't see, but the heart is like a mirror, if God helps.When Yang Jing heard this, he motioned to his uncle and whispered, "uncle, others play antiques by memory. You can take Du Niang with you!"The old uncle put the mobile phone in his pocket and said, "what's the age? You don't have to memorize some hard common sense. What's the use of the mobile phone? This is one of its uses."Yang Jing shrugged her shoulders helplessly. My uncle, who is lazy to steal, can definitely fight very hard!PS: bow and thank "Ziyan Tianjiao" for its reward of 100. Today, I need help with a white matter, so I sent two chapters in a row to ask for recommendation tickets.
