Legend has it that the country of painting was born on this small island thousands of years ago. At that time, anyone who painted could paint very well. The island is full of bright and silent flowers, like golden light. Seen from a distance, it is like a bright pearl on the sea, famous at home and abroad, thriving for a while, attracting neighboring countries to compete for it.
Later, the painting kingdom disappeared, and there were no golden flowers on the island.
Today's island is still picturesque and is a famous holiday resort. Only the elderly can occasionally hear the story of painting the country.
As soon as spring comes, the island is full of flowers and flowers, and the rain is raging, and tourists come by boat from all directions.
Mu Yang, a young painter, also boarded the island with the tourists. Instead of rushing to the scenic spot with the crowd, he left alone with his picture folder on his back and went to a secluded place on the island, stopping to draw while walking.
On this day, he conceived an important work along a secluded path. He happened to bypass behind a huge banyan tree and suddenly found a small village full of traces of time.
"Oh, friends come from afar!" Under the big tree at the head of the village, an old woman greeted Muyang with a smile.
Muyang responded with a smile, so she chatted with her grandmother.
"Is the painter? No painter has come to the unnamed village for many years. " Grandma sighed, "BenQ Island was also a place where painters came forth in large numbers. At that time, the island was full of Jin Mingji flowers, which I haven't seen for a long time ... "
"Isn't Mingji flower pink?" Although Mu Yang was very confused, she shared the information outside with her, thinking that Grandma might have little contact with the Internet. "Everyone outside knows that BenQ Island turns into a pink sea of flowers every spring, and flowers fall like rain in the wind. This is a very popular attraction among online celebrities. "
"Those flowers, they are not really quiet flowers!" Grandma retorted, "I tell you, Ming Ji Hua is like a golden light. When it blooms, it looks like a ball of light ... "Grandma began to tell Muyang a story about Ming Jihua.
Legend has it that the silent tree of the Ming Dynasty was planted by God for painting the country. Every time you plant a tree of silence, you create a picture that is consistent with the soul of the tree of silence. Some have been drawn, and some are still conceived in other people's heads. Only when painting, the tree of mingji will feel something, bloom with the same golden light, and then float away in droves. Not far away, Wan Li found the painting, flew to it, and finally turned into colorful streamers, got into the painting and returned with it.
Following grandma's description, Shuyang began to imagine this scene, and a strange emotion was brewing in his chest. He wants to draw something, but he thinks he can't write it. Intellectually, he didn't take this legend seriously, but it did give him countless creative inspiration. He even thinks that as long as he can draw this painting, he will be able to by going up one flight of stairs.
When night fell, grandma invited him to stay in the village.
So Muyang stayed in the small village and gradually became familiar with the people in the village.
Sometimes he helps grandma to pick vegetables in the vegetable garden; Sometimes he will follow Grandpa Sun next door to collect the wind in the mountains, but his favorite place is a hillside behind the village. The hillside is covered with green grass and white flowers. A huge quiet tree stands proudly on the hillside and can see the whole village. Muyang likes to sit under the tree and draw the picture about the golden flower.
On this day, Muyang painted under the tree as usual. He can't always adjust the golden light in his imagination. He always feels that something is missing from this painting. While thinking hard, a new visitor, a girl, came to the hillside.
"Are you drawing a golden flower?" The girl asked brittle.
"Yes, do you know the legend?" Muyang glanced at the girl and wanted to relax her brain by chatting.
The girl nodded and said yes. She came to the tree and looked up at the mingji tree. The sun shone on her face through the leaves, and her face was mottled and she couldn't see clearly. She said in a casual tone, "This quiet tree is 500 years old. It waited for a golden rain for 500 years. "
"You seem to know a lot about this tree? Can you tell me about it? " The evaluation asked casually.
So the girl told a story about trees. Since it is a seed, how to wander here with the wind, how to get rid of the bondage of the land after a long time, how to watch the village rise below the mountain, how to look at yourself persistently, and so on. Under the girl's narrative, Mu Yang felt that what she said was not a tree, but a person, a person who still had pure wishes after wind and frost.
At this time, a gust of wind blew and the leaves rang loudly, as if in response to the girl's story.
"I would like to believe that you can draw a picture in your mind."
"I hope so!"
Later, the girl came to this hillside every day, sometimes quietly watching Muyang draw, sometimes chatting with him, and sometimes sitting under the tree watching the scenery in a daze.
After the two met, Shuyang found that the girl was very familiar with the island. I often take him to some places with unique scenery and inaccessible places, such as watching the sea on a cliff, visiting ethnic groups living at the end of trees, and taking him shopping for special food. They have been painting and exploring the island all summer.
But what they like best is painting and chatting under a quiet tree. When Muyang is depressed because his painting is not smooth, the girl will tell some old legends to comfort her. Gradually, Muyang got used to the girl's company, and her feelings gradually grew.
"Let me draw a picture for you!" Muyang looked at the girl watching the scenery quietly next to her and suddenly wanted to draw it.
"Really? I'm looking forward to it ~ "The girl was happy first, and then hesitated. "Forget it, don't draw."
"Why? I'll put you and the mingji tree painting together, it will look good! " Muyang continued to persuade.
"I don't know, maybe I don't want to become a painting now." The girl thought about it and gave a reason.
Muyang is no longer reluctant. Although there is always an impulse to paint for girls, every time girls react almost the same way. First, they are happy, then they hesitate, and finally they refuse to end the chat and ask her why, giving some strange reasons every time.
Summer has gone quietly, but Muyang did not draw golden flowers, but drew many beautiful works. Autumn is coming, and Muyang will leave the island.
Muyang asked the girl if she wanted to see the outside world together. The girl said that when the golden flower was bright and silent, she would leave.
"Then can I give you a photo?" The evaluation asked her again. This time the girl agreed.
Sunshine, afternoon, under a quiet tree, Mu Yang spread out his canvas and began to paint.
Looking at the girl in front of her, Muyang was inspired by a torrent of inspiration, and her heart seemed to contain thousands of worlds. The time on the island unfolds before our eyes and becomes lines and colors in the pen. The golden sunshine seems to turn into all the colors in the world and solidify at the end of the pen. As each stroke is integrated into the painting, a seemingly illusory face is outlined, and the ancient silence seems silent in Yan Yan's eyes.
The clouds dispersed, the colorful light in the eyes dissipated, the girl's smile was clearly visible, and Muyang painted the last stroke.
The girl under the tree felt something and looked up at the young painter. She felt that the soul stirred up ripples, and the colors came out in circles, swirling into a whirlpool and mixing into a new look; Every cell is full of color, and it seems that hundreds of flowers bloom in the body, and the petals like golden light rotate one after another, as if to go with the wind. ...
She can't wait to rush to see the painting.
After the girl saw it, she burst into an unprecedented smile, laughing and laughing, and tears kept flowing downwards. She said to Muyang, "Thank you for letting me see myself."
Then the body gradually dissipates into colorful light spots, and each light spot becomes a small light spot with more colors. For example, the glow flows in the painting, slowly turns into golden light, and gradually flies into the painting.
The girl and the silent tree in the painting, the golden glow is flickering, as if life is changing, a golden flower rain falls, and the girl smiles brightly.
It all happened so suddenly, the brush fell to the ground, the paint splashed on the grass, and Muyang was in tears. At this time, the clear and silent trees are full of flowers, such as sunset glow, only to be blown into rain by a gust of wind and scattered between heaven and earth.
Golden silence is blooming!
(5)
In the distant village, the grandmother felt something, stopped her work and quietly looked at the quiet trees on the mountain.
"Five hundred years later, the golden flower of mingji finally bloomed again, and the mission of Unknown Village finally came to an end ..." Grandma muttered, turning into a gray-white bald thrush and flapping her wings to fly to the flower of Ming Ji. Then more thrush birds flew out of the village and flew to Mingji tree in succession. Each bird holds a bright and silent flower, and then spreads out and flies farther away.
Muyang has been staying on the hillside, watching flowers bloom like rain, watching blackbirds holding flowers in the distance, rising and falling, and I don't know how time passes.
It was a long time before he put the painting away carefully and left the island. Later, a mysterious painting appeared in the world. It is said that some people see love in paintings, some people see themselves, and some people see all beings. ...
When you didn't see this flower, it died with you; When you come to see this flower, the color of this flower will be understood for a while.
(End of story)
Postscript:
On Valentine's Day, I saw my friends discussing whether they had received flowers, so I wanted to write a story about flowers. The inspiration for this story comes from a sentence by Wang Yangming.
The first time I tried to write brain holes in words, it didn't seem so difficult. Happy Valentine's Day!