Two heroines
Li Qing & Mu Shengxu
The locust trees in my hometown have fallen and become green again, and the sound of the camera shutter is wrapped in the smell of paint, tangled into an inextricable knot in time.
She always likes to hold up the camera and chase the silver hair through the broken wall. The silver gray at the end of the wolf tail dances in the wind, as if she is hiding half a sentence that she has not said. She was used to seeing the green eyes behind the camera as bright as stars when she turned around, and the blue that the brush spread on the paper was always inexplicably close to the imperceptible cold color behind her ears.
The old photos in the brooch are yellowed, and the blue light of the earrings is still trembling in the palm of my hand.
"Axu just turned into flowing clouds, and the light and shadow came back after the photo was taken."
"I'll go to... The sky first... To adjust the white balance... You draw slower... Wait for me... To take pictures of your painting..."
[When I was a kid, the camera was full of my thoughts, but I never dared to say it to you]
[The love once hidden in the camera lens finally became a long shot that never left]
"Axu... We all have the shape of clouds. Your shutter sound and my brushstrokes have finally connected into the same line in the wind.
Her shots always lack an ending. Some people say that there is always an empty space in his painting exhibitions - only the shadow under the locust tree knows the series of unfinished long shots and the unfinished back view:
Under the shadow of Li Guangmu, the mirrors and paintings complement each other and continue the music and singing.
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Wherever the wind passes, there seems to be a low sound of Sheng, and you can smell the rustling of paper and pen. Is she making up for the painting, or is she continuing to shoot? No one can explain clearly. All they know is that the silver and the green have long become an inseparable foreshadowing in each other's lives.
Purpose: Work hard for your ideals
