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The magic of the flow - the feeling of sketching in Liukeng Village


The magic of green. Green in the south, thick green, deep green, soft green, wet green. The green eyes seemed to flow down, thick as if the world had only one color. Looking at this green, no one can resist the temptation of it, as if the whole body and the whole heart were sucked in by it, and they could not escape without wanting to escape. In fact, I don’t want to escape at all, just want to be immersed in the endless enjoyment that it brings. I would like to touch it with my body. I would like to approach it with my heart. I would like to use everything I have with this green. However, although I am so close to it, it seems to be far away. I will leave it after all. This makes me feel very sad. It is exhausting its own strength and does not let go of any gaps. And I can't help but step back, I want to take it with you, but in the last moment, this green has become an illusion that remains in my mind...
The magic of water. Lake water, river water, spring water, waterfall water, they are sweet, cool, clear, Wujiang water quietly flowing from the edge of the forest, people play in the river, laundry on the river, bamboo light Lightly crossed the river, leaving a faint trace. Every day, I have to go through the Long Lake in the village. It is long and it is easy to think that it is a river. The lake is covered with verdant algae. In the evening, they were all salvaged by the villagers as feed for the pigs, and by the next morning, the lake would always be covered with new algae. This is so amazing, it is so natural. Every day, the clear and cool water is pressed out of the well, and the joy that comes from the bottom of my heart is unmatched by the faucet. On that day, the waterfall descended from the sky, and countless white water droplets were sprayed down. They collided with each other and became a movement that swayed the heart. The hordes of crickets circling under the waterfall, playing with the tiny water droplets, the sun spares no effort to sprinkle its golden color, everything is so brilliant and dazzling, as if the illusion of never disappearing in the dream...
The illusion of stone. The gravel road in the village is round and slippery. After a hundred years of baptism, it still silently leads the villagers to return home. They travel through various households in a dense manner. The children ran on their bare feet, and the old people marched along the stone and sand with a cane. Only such a road has not been destroyed for a hundred years, and only such a road has passed through the storm. Walking on such a road, you can easily lose your direction and get lost in the illusion it brings...
The magic of the house. The houses in the village are close together, one after the other, and the door of this house has entered the other courtyard. The gray bricks give a deep sense of stability, and the high ceilings are always So black, only the white light shining from the patio looks so sacred, am I really in this quaint village? Or just an illusion like a mirage...
The magic of people. There are countless unintentional children around the ear, but they are not bored. Because these sounds come from children who have innocent eyes. There are a lot of children in the village. They run around the village all day long and do some work in the home. It seems that there is no trouble. In addition to the children in the village, the rest are the elderly, and very few middle-aged women and fewer middle-aged men. We are catching up with the season of harvesting lotus seeds. Everyone has a smile on their faces. They seem to have gotten used to the shuttle and stay of tourists. Or, in fact, we are the illusions in their eyes?
The magic of the flow. The Liukeng Village in the first village of the ages is like a peach blossom source. It has been living its own life for thousands of years. Although their folk customs are still so natural and simple, although they still say that they will be afraid of ghosts, but the children are drinking "splashing flowers", and some dark yellow "small swallows" are attached to the dimly lit houses, so Is it real or just an illusion that I can't tell...
On September 8, 2002

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