The Essence and Spirit of The Taihang’s Son

Article / Ba Qiu

We went to the Taihang mpuntain in the July of summer. Huixian city was the hometown of painter Wang Yifeng. That day he was familiar with his hometown and guided us to the Jiulian hill. I watched the roadside trees and flowers, walking and marveling, and seeing the swallet without dirt, and the grass was everywhere, luxuriant and tender. Rocks stayed together with grass in ten millions years, and it was hard to imagine the natural transition between tenacity and tender of different life. In our yard, I saw a rock bench, the texture of which was just like rows of mountains. And I could view endless of the Taihang hills in the distance in my eyes. I can’t help signing: all things of the world were in my mind.

I watched Yifeng in the front of us, and suddenly understood: there was no wonder that he was good at painting, and it was for his own essence and spirit of the Taihang.