Time has not spared the wishes of a lifetime, and crane dreams of glory and grievances have all come to an end.
Wedge
"Xianling, look at this news. A middle school student in a school spent 129 days painting a relief "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains"." The roommate happened to come across this article while browsing short videos. He excitedly handed the phone to He Xianling and shared with her, "Look at this finished product, today's middle school students are really amazing."
"Don't you like this green landscape the most? Why didn't you respond?" The roommate asked suspiciously when he saw her watching the video content but didn't get a reply.
He Xianling stopped scrolling the video with his finger and said to Rong Yan: ""A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" has no title and no name. It is only one volume. It has been green for thousands of years and the mountains and rivers are boundless. Great works have such charm, and they are worthy of people a thousand years from now to marvel and write down and inherit."
"By the way, the author of this painting, Wang Ximeng, was a young man like them. He was high-spirited and full of energy. I don't know what he was like when he made this painting thousands of years ago." Taking over He Xianling's words, the roommate sighed, "It's just a pity that he died young."
"You are not allowed to say that he died young." He Xianling stood up and returned the phone to his roommate, a little annoyed, and then murmured to himself, thinking, "Then it must be that there is a ravine in the young man's heart, literary thoughts spring up, and his writing is like a spirit. God sent him to earth, left this painting of green mountains and rivers, and then left with great joy."
Seeing He Xianling's adoring look, the roommate shook his head helplessly and thought to himself: She is really hopeless.
The roommate pulled her to sit down affectionately and asked curiously: "Do you like this painting or him as a person?"
"Well, let me think about this."
The beautiful green landscape in "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" appeared in He Xianling's mind. The handsome and thin figure of the young man slowly walked into the painting, turned into wisps of blue smoke, and slowly dissipated.
Then he said: "In this life, I only love talented young people."
——Recorded at 12:00 on November 7, 2023. Occasionally, there is a flash of inspiration.
Intention: Happy grudges
