“Will you keep painting?” Her voice drifted faintly through the wind, wavering away.
“I will spend my whole life painting every lovely sight this Jiangnan has to offer. Even if my work can never match those murals, I’ll have no regrets.”
Amid the bustling crowd, the painter in his straw rain cape quietly walked away. A smile of relief bloomed gently on his lips, like a lotus.
From then on, the world was a sea of people, and he disappeared into it.
[Published in Jiuzhou Fantasy, March 2006]
Theme:
Two thousand two hundred and forty-nine words describe a story... I finished reading the life of a person in the book in just a few minutes! I think it's more than two thousand words, which is the length of my two essays. It's just a few minutes in reality, but with just a few strokes, Xiaolou built a world! Just because he had seen the inky portraits on the wall of Lingyin Temple when he was a child. Would he take a look again now? For a painter, the greatest satisfaction is to see a good painting and make a good painting! So much so that later he couldn't paint because he saw a good painting, so he burned all the paintings! Seeing this, I thought of Hemingway. Hemingway committed suicide. He must have been just over sixty when he died. Because he felt that he could not write a better work, in order to improve the purity of life, he ended his life with a bullet. However, Luo Ziyan should be different. Hemingway may not want to write anymore, but Luo Ziyan still wants to paint a wonderful painting, just for that girl... Now that he has burned all the paintings, there is not a single one left! I think he may have thought that only that child could appreciate his dripping paintings. Maybe he was still alive after being punished for many years just to fulfill a promise. Or maybe he still has a hope in his heart, looking forward to meeting the girl instead of just painting for her. After so many years, the girl on the bridge has changed into the charming smile of Xinghua! Not to mention ten years, hundreds of years are worth it! We all know it, but we don't say anything. We all have doubts, but we don't even ask~ Is this what is called the same soul? This is not a coincidence, it is God's will. The encounter is not accidental. There must have been so many entanglements in the past life and the next life, just smile in this life! Such a tacit understanding, we are back to the place where we started and where we ended! That picture appeared in front of my eyes again, painting next to the ruins, beside the ruins, under the night... One picture on the paper, one picture on my back, one picture in the sky, one picture in the world! I wish that the sun would never rise and the sun would not shine on Jiangnan, but let it embrace Jiangnan like this, all the time, with the night and the apricot blossoms, hugging the spirit that I should have caught so many years ago... In fact, Xiaolou laid some foreshadowing at the beginning of the chapter, but I didn't notice it. Even Luo Ziyan himself didn't pay attention to the apricot tree~ Is this another kind of miss? Since I have missed it, I am destined to let Jiangnan, with its mist and rain, turn into a thousand apricot flowers... In its arms, all the prosperity will be scattered. At that moment, all the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River was crowded, all the apricot blossoms were scattered, and all the ink and ink of this world were gone, and the beauty of spring was gone... Thanks, you...
The ink is dripping, and I suddenly fell in love with this word
The comment stopped six years ago, let's continue it in 2026. In fact, I have read it 25 years ago, and I have read it several times. I suddenly remembered this novel in class today, and it is still amazing when I read it again. Emotion and beauty are timeless.
Jiangnan, I feel that after reading this article, the word Jiangnan has given it a unique meaning. Jiangnan, the lingering feeling rolling off the tip of the tongue is beyond words!
Sister Lou's writing is beautiful. Score.
Sister Xiaolou's writing is so beautiful.
Very different Very different
Worshiping ```Sister Lou, you are my god! ~
I haven't read the article yet, but... Mr. Xiaolou, I love you~~~~~Please sign your name for me.
This is the first time I read an article written by Mr. Xiaolou. It is so elegant.