A beautiful essay appreciating the photographer’s composition in the painting

The rain outside the window is very heavy, and it is hazy compared to the misty rain in Sanhe. At this time, Xiao Dan's story has reached a climax - the road to life is still far away, and whether it is decadence or wandering, life cannot be made meaningless!

Xiao Dan, who returned to the small town, still seems to be nostalgic for those days in Sanhe. Late at night, everything around her seemed to have fallen asleep, but Xiao Dan was still in front of the computer, typing out jokes that she didn't even understand. Maybe the soul has not returned with her yet. The lonely body listened to the sound of rain outside the window, and the water splashing on the windowsill was like the girl's heartbeat. Xiao Dan's thoughts returned to that day, when he met the painter on the ancient river——

The weather was pretty good. The road to Sanhe was much better than the road to Longchuan. The bumpy journey did not make her feel uncomfortable. Maybe it’s because I’m always a little excited on the way to the ancient town. On the way to Sanhe, the scenery is relatively depressed, which has nothing to do with winter. It seems to be due to backwardness. Every plant and tree here is covered with dust and has a weak popularity. It looks sad in the dilapidated alleys with no traffic.

The development of a city always takes the first step. In fact, the prosperity is not far away, but the people on the roadside seem to have been forgotten. Xiao Dan leaned against the window and picked up the camera. She always liked the atmosphere of humanistic life, but when she wanted to take a picture of this scene, the car was always unsatisfactory. Sighing, she gave up. Despite the bumpy car and swaying body, Xiao Dan was actually looking forward to Sanhe Ancient Town. Before coming, she inquired about it - the locals said that Sanhe used to have the same old place, but it was renovated and it lost its flavor.

This made Xiao Dan a little surprised, but she didn’t feel like going. She was like an ant on a hot pot. She decided to use her own eyes and perspective to see this ancient town that has existed for hundreds of years. Maybe it’s the wrong time, it’s winter, the popularity is thin and the scenery is bleak, it’s a time that all those who like to travel don’t want to choose. However, for a single-minded woman like Xiao Dan, traveling is not tourism, and wandering is not decadence! Therefore, with a lot of energy, she came without any hesitation.

After getting out of the car, Xiao Dan knew that he had arrived in Sanhe.

Before he could take a closer look at his surroundings, a coachman appeared in front of him. The coachman was older, and Xiao Dan always liked and used to refer to his grandparents as "old man"—— Nothing more than that, this coachman became the first story character Xiao Dan met in Sanhe Town, the old man!

Maybe it’s because of the money, but actually it’s because he wants to earn a living. The old man’s attitude seems particularly warm and friendly. Holding an introduction sheet for various attractions in Sanhe Town, and hanging a Sanhe Tourism Execution Certificate around his neck from time to time, Xiao Dan was talking about all kinds of things, making it dizzying. Xiao Dan was in a daze, opening his mouth in excitement and smiling all the time. The old man said that he takes passengers to introduce scenic spots, and it costs 30 yuan a day.

Xiao Dan was a little hesitant. With her somewhat withdrawn temperament, she likes to do everything by herself, especially traveling. What's more, she is still writing her own Sanmao wandering story, and she is even more focused on life and humanistic atmosphere. If you write it down to the core, you really need to do it yourself. It's just that the old man didn't let her go, maybe because Xiao Dan was alone. He always felt that he could do this business.

Of course, he really did it.

Because the old man told her that although this place is Sanhe, it has not yet reached the so-called ancient town. If you go to the ancient town, it takes ten minutes to walk. Xiao Dan was stunned. She couldn't wait and her soul was already struggling to float out of her body. If she had to walk for more than ten minutes by herself, she would feel the passage of time, like being cut with blood marks one after another by a knife. Therefore, he was defeated by his impatience.

The old man’s car is driven entirely by foot power. Although the journey was not long, Xiao Dan still felt embarrassed by the old man's strenuous efforts. She felt that it was her weight that caused the old man's difficulty in leg strength. So after the car passed the "Dajiemen" archway, Xiao Dan got out of the car. After giving the old man 30 yuan, he ran into the alley with a blushing face. The alley was not long, but it was not short either. When she came in, she saw a sign hanging at the entrance of the alley that read: Everyone Alley.

Perhaps it’s the color of the bricks. An alley where three people can walk side by side looks gray and light. Compared with the alleys in Huizhou, Zhongren Alley lacks the mottled and imprinted traces of history, but compared with it, it has more grandeur and magnanimity. The pattern of bricks is very clear, but the peeling walls still prove the changes of the times. Xiao Dan didn't look back or turn around. She walked curiously towards the alley. As I walked, I touched the still mottled brick walls. There was a gust of wind in the alley, but the wind was actually mixed with the smell of paint. Xiao Dan was a little surprised. He ran out to the other end of the alley before he had time to take a picture of the alley - and suddenly there was a river in front of him.

If the old man introduced the origin of Sanhe on the road, then the river in front of her should be Xiaonan River. Although Xiao Dan was still not sure, the slowly flowing ancient river in front of him was intersecting with Hangbu River and Fengle River. The riverbank looks monotonous in winter.

Although the rows of ancient houses are reflected in the river, and although the branches of the old trees are swaying in the wind, the sound of the flowing water in the lifeless ancient river seems so calm at this time.

Xiao Dan, carrying a bag, stood on the river bank. She stood on the edge of an old tree that was leaning sideways and half hanging on the river. The wind is still mixed with the smell of paint - the fragrance of watercolor. The familiar smell made Xiao Dan very excited.

Once upon a time, she wanted to carry a drawing board, a few brushes bought in the old street, and a few pieces of rice paper, ready to fight at any time. Today, she carries a travel bag with a camera, a pen and a mini notepad in her pocket. Xiao Dan dared not think about his dream of being a painter. Xiao Dan had never thought about the idea of ​​becoming a photographer. But as for writers, Xiao Dan felt that it was better to write short articles and accumulate some common sense in life. Along the river bank, she searched for the fragrance in the wind.

The ancient river is as calm as a woman washing on the river bank, although the clanging sound of sticks makes waves of echoes on the ancient river. But the river is still calm, and the wildness of the past seems to have faded away with the passage of time. Or maybe it's because the water recedes in winter, but the tranquility of the ancient river has a delicate and shy feel. The single dullness did not make Furukawa lose his color. The red cotton-padded jacket worn by the woman looks like a red plum squeezed out from a branch, which is particularly beautiful. Xiao Dan began to have wild thoughts again. The woman's face reflected in the water reminded her of Xi Shi, the most beautiful woman in ancient China. Perhaps, a hundred years ago, there once appeared on the bank of the ancient river a beautiful woman who appeared with hibiscus in the water and embarrassed the swimming fish.

Unable to contain her excitement, she picked up the camera and took a picture of the woman raising her head and smiling.

But little did he know that her figure holding the camera was drawn on the paper.

On the ancient bridge, the painter’s gaze never moved anywhere else from the moment a girl wearing a rose-red scarf ran out of the alley. His eyes followed Xiao Dan's footsteps and saw Furukawa and the woman. But even more so, he saw a photographer with a camera taking pictures of a beautiful woman. He discovered that Sanhe Town seemed to have gone back more than a thousand years ago, to the late Qing Dynasty. Beside the ancient river, there was walking a girl from someone who made his heart flutter!

The painter's brush did not stop painting the paper because of desire.

As for Xiao Dan, he would never have thought that the encounter in Qiu Yu in Xitang would end up in Sanhe! It's just that the stories of the past are somewhat similar to the present. The illusion of flowing water on a small bridge, the first encounter in misty rain in the ancient town, made Xiao Dan's eyes a little blurry. ——The weather forecast said that there will be rain in Sanhe in the past two days. Although Xiao Dan was well prepared, there was still some misty mist in the continuous winter rain.

Just when Xiao Dan was about to take off her backpack and look for an umbrella, she found a man standing on the ancient bridge holding a paintbrush and looking at her.

Xiao Dan was a little surprised. Could it be that the fragrance mixed in the wind came from the ancient bridge?