With Just One Bowl at the Beginning, I Drew Thousands of Miles of Mountains and Rivers

In the twenty-fifth year of Hongwu, Prince Zhu Biao passed away, and the sky over the Ming Empire was filled with clouds. Shen Xiyuan, a student at the Academy of Modern Art, traveled through time and became a refugee painter without a surname in Fengyang Imperial Tomb. His job was to paint the portraits of the dead concubines, color the cold stone statues, and add a false sense of vitality to the largest mausoleum in the empire. I started with a broken bowl, a patchwork of clothes, and even a picked-up paintbrush. But he had a vision that was five hundred years ahead of the times - perspective made the portraits come alive, anatomy gave the characters souls, and color science made the gray imperial tombs shine with the light of humanity. From the painters of the imperial mausoleums to the staff of Prince Yan's palace, from the painters who accompanied the army in the blood and fire of Jingnan, to the court painters of Yongle's prosperous era; From painting portraits of dead people to drawing navigation charts for Zheng He; From the illustrations of "Yongle Dadian" to the design drawings of the Forbidden City; From a refugee who can be bullied by everyone, to an imperial master who affects the fate of the empire. The glorious Ming Dynasty lasted for three hundred years. What some people see are the great achievements of emperors and generals, What some people see is the iron-blooded journey of the iron horse, What Shen Xiyuan saw were long scrolls drawn by countless ordinary people throughout their lives. "Your Majesty, you did not conquer these thousands of miles of land by yourself. It was painted by thousands of little people like me, stroke by stroke, brick by tile, throughout their lives. " This is the story of a small person witnessing and participating in the glory of the Ming Dynasty. It is also a book that after reading it, you will suddenly feel—— "It turns out that I can also be a part of history" story.