Rebirth of top photographers

Chapter 246 About Beiliu Live
"Teacher Yuwen is amazing!"

Seeing him catch a big fish, everyone immediately started to praise him.

Yu Wenhua stood happily by the kitchen, smiling brightly. What could make the fisherman happier than at this moment?
That’s when the bigger fish are caught.

But after Yu Wenhua caught the fish, he did not continue to the lake. Instead, he directed Lin Muyu to pack it up.

"I want to make a fish head with chopped pepper!" Yu Wenhua also decided on his own dish.

"Okay, then our meal is confirmed." Sai Fengxiang nodded and wrote down the dishes on the small board next to him.

"There are chickens, fishes, and meals to prepare. Let's work together and get ready!" With his slogan, everyone turned on their power.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the food for this table was finally finished.

The four people brought the tableware to the pavilion next to the yard, then sat together, looking at the sparkling lake, and suddenly had a deeper understanding of the pastoral life in the mountains.

However, this is all due to the advance arrangements and preparations of the program team. If I really had the whole courtyard, I would not be able to get everything done so quickly and enjoy the delicious food.

"Come on, let's have a taste!" Sai Fengxiang was the first to use his chopsticks, and the others started eating without any sense of ceremony.

"This musu pork is delicious. I can pair it with two bowls of rice." Yu Wenhua put a chopstick into the bowl and it tasted very delicious with the rice.

"This is the most delicious chicken I've ever eaten." Everyone praised Sai Fengxiang's cooking skills.

Lin Muyu's steamed fish was just average, but Yu Wenhua's fish head with chopped peppers tasted good. The fish was extremely smooth and tender, and it was really delicious with a few bites of rice mixed with chopped peppers.

After eating and drinking, several people filled their bellies to half full, and then they started to get down to business.

"Pingsheng, I remember your new work was published." Yu Wenhua suddenly mentioned Chen Pingsheng's photo album.

"Yes, it was just published."

"It's "Beiliu Huohuo", right?" Yu Wenhua confirmed.

Chen Pingsheng nodded and put down his chopsticks.

"Beiliu Huohuo, this comes from "The Book of Songs Wei Feng", right?" Sai Fengxiang suddenly remembered the origin of this name.

"That's right, that's right. This name is very poetic, and it goes well with the photos in the album." Yu Wenhua said.

"Teacher Yuwen, have you seen it yet?" Chen Pingsheng was a little confused. The album had just been published, so no one present had seen it.

"What do you think this is?" Unexpectedly, Yu Wenhua suddenly took out a photo album of "Beiliu Huohuo" from under the table and showed it to everyone.

"When did you buy it?" Chen Pingsheng looked confused. He didn't even know there was this link.

"Haha, this is a surprise, of course I can't let you know." Yu Wenhua said with a smile.

"Oh, there are also photo albums, so we have to enjoy them." Sai Fengxiang was also a little surprised, but he didn't expect that Yu Wenhua and the program team had something hidden.

"Come on, clear the table and let's take a look." Lin Muyu helped take down the empty plates on the table, and then Yu Wenhua spread out the album and turned to the first page.

The first one is naturally from the source of the Yellow River.

"The tone is quite interesting. It's a little yellowish and looks old." Lin Muyu looked at the photo and couldn't help but think of old photos. "Look further back." Yu Wenhua turned a few more pages and saw the factory in the distance between the slopes on both sides, as well as the wild deer and artificial deer under the huge chimney.

"This looks like a painting!" Lin Muyu then realized where the familiarity the photo gave him came from.

"Yes, look at the fog that blocks the chimney, just like the blank space in Chinese paintings." Sai Fengxiang stared at the photos seriously: "These photos are very freehand."

"What is this called..." Yu Wenhua pointed at the photo and said, "I think there is a strong, unbreakable sadness in this photo. Although it is a bit pretentious, I really think so."

"The scenes in these photos are all about the city and the Yellow River. When I looked at them, do you know how they made me feel?"

Yu Wenhua and others looked at him and continued: "There is a feeling that the ancients stood at the Yellow River, including their thoughts on the country and society, and wanted to hide everything in their poems."

"Yes."

"Yes."

Listening to everyone's praise, Chen Pingsheng couldn't help but feel a little shy and coughed twice.

Then several people continued to look back.

When they saw the huge Buddha head, they couldn't help but sigh.

"How was this photo taken?" Yu Wenhua looked at Chen Pingsheng: "Why haven't I encountered a similar picture when I went out?"

"Good luck, it's just luck." Chen Pingsheng laughed. To be honest, even when he thought about everything back then, he felt like he was in a dream.

People's perception of memories is always biased. Once they start to recall, those details begin to grow and spread subjectively.

Sai Fengxiang waved his hand: "This is not luck. It can only be said that there is a big difference between us and photographers. And even if we see similar scenes, it is difficult for us to shoot the same as this work. Feel.

"I usually like to collect ancient paintings. This work makes me feel like the Yellow River in the painter's painting. Everything is light, with light colors and a touch of sadness, and each photo seems to describe a certain Story. For example, this person is looking at the Buddha's head. We don't know what he is thinking or doing, and this kind of gaze itself is also blank.

"Imaginative blank space is more difficult than technical blank space, and more importantly, I think this work represents the Chinese cultural style to a certain extent."

"I think so too." Lin Muyu nodded in agreement: "I usually go to many countries and have seen many classical painting exhibitions, but only ancient Chinese paintings are subtle and restrained. The use of colors is also different from other countries. . When I saw this work, it suddenly reminded me of the most classic Chinese work."

"Along the River During Qingming Festival." He and Yu Wenhua said in unison.

"No, I'm still too far behind." Chen Pingsheng hurriedly interjected, and he couldn't hold back his shame if he continued.

"I've been shy all my life." The smile on Sai Fengxiang's face deepened.

"It's a bit similar. I'm not saying that this work is similar in form to Along the River During the Qingming Festival. But the underlying core is similar to it. To be honest, the domestic photography I saw before was all black and white, imitating landscape paintings. I’m a bit tired of aesthetics, and now it’s just right for this work to come out.”

Yu Wenhua spoke with no inhibitions, and did not give any face to those freehand landscapes.

Chen Pingsheng could only smile bitterly at this, but it would be great if his work could be recognized by everyone.

I don’t know what critics thought of this work after it was released.

(End of this chapter)