Weibo: @Xi Shan
The first time Song Tubai met the painter, he glanced past her furrowed brows and stubbed out the cigarette in his hand. Perhaps just to be polite, he complimented her name.
Later, on countless nights spent entwined together, she would ask him why he liked tubai.
He answered, "Because tubai is the finest color in the world."
He tenderly kissed her eyes.
Little Tubai was blind. She didn't know that red came in many shades. At that moment, her face was "peach-red, still beaded with last night's rain," while her body became "rosy red, her powder washed away after receiving his favor."
Tell me, if a person can have so many different colors, does that make her the finest color in the world?
More than that.
His little Tubai was the sweetest rice-wine dumpling in Yangzhou, the loveliest gardenia by the river in Liuzhou, and the moonlight in his heart that made him ache with longing night after night.
Love is patient and kind. Love never fails.
Love is spending a lifetime together. Love is running to you at the end of the world. Love is gazing into the distance day and night, whispering your name.
"I fell in love with a girl, but she is blind and deaf. How can I tell her I love her?"
That is a line from Yangzhou Slow, the final work of the renowned modern painter Liang En.
Theme: The love I can't tell you about, the feelings you can't hear, let the whole world speak them to you for me.
