黑白影像中的避暑山庄

许伏生

<h3>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</h3><h3><br></h3><h3><br></h3><h3>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 寒风卷走了树叶,吹去了斑斓的色彩,避暑山庄的景色暗淡了许多。</h3><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 正当人们感到满目苍凉的时候,雪花飘然而至。</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 雪在阳光下融化,在人们不经意间蒸腾,便出现了雾凇,薄雾,残雪……。</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 避暑山庄顿时有了冬日的姿色。我觉得机会来了,这正是拍摄黑白照片的好时光。</div> <h3>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</h3><h3><br></h3><h3><br></h3><h3>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 树的枝干,仅寥寥几笔便勾勒出风骨。</h3><h3>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 只有黑色与白色,单纯,简约,质朴。</h3><h3>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 一扫妖艳媚俗的情态,只是顺其自然的一味素雅。</h3> <h3>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</h3><h3><br></h3><h3><br></h3><h3>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 七种颜色在光的作用下,亮到极致便是白,暗到极致便是黑。</h3><h3>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 黑与白看起来是色彩的虚无,但它又是色彩的极致。</h3><h3>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 它可以让欣赏者在黑白世界中补充他认为最美的色彩,共同完成一幅内心中最靓丽的画卷。</h3> <h3>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 残荷,昔日的娇姿不见,留下的却是历经风霜雪雨后的枯荣。<br></h3><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 细想,谁可永驻娇颜?我想说,残荷败柳,不是生命的尾声,它是从另一种姿态开始。它退去了鲜活的光泽,但换来的却是玉壶冰魄,老而弥坚的傲骨。它独有的这残缺之美,甚至超出了所谓的完美无缺。</div><div><br></div><div><br></div> <h3><br></h3><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 残荷无言,意韵犹在。<br></div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 它枝干如笔触,在风雨的作用下,绘出无数幅即抽象又具象的图画。</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 阐释着生命的力量。<br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div> <h3>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 我喜欢黑白世界的淡雅,它随性,少了矫揉造作,少了刻意讨好。</h3><h3>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 黑白世界里,没有花红柳绿的妩媚,没有灯红酒绿的奢华。</h3><h3>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 它在天地间挥洒的是明朗透澈的无言大美。</h3>