Prose within the painting
On the afternoon of November 19, 2012, I got up and went to Heihe for a business trip.
Sitting in the front row of the luxury bus, what makes me most proud is not the comfort of the seat, but the excellent perspective of enjoying the scenery outside the window.
I let out my greedy eyes and stretched out to any unfettered distance. I suddenly felt that the vast expanse of white was really clean. It's like a large white canvas that is boundless but convex and concave, spreading forward, backward, left and right in my sight. Among them, those hazy mountains and trees, this pile and that piece, are all dark or light reddish brown. It feels like they were created by some invisible master specifically for me. 'A big painting.
When the cautious car left the plain and entered the northern mountains, I immediately found that I had walked into the large painting. The trees changed from a blur to one after another, even the grass. You can even tell the numbers. Occasionally, you will suddenly see one mountain after another with the same reddish-brown skin exposed. As I watched and admired it, I became a moving point in the three-dimensional painting. I used the car I was riding in as a special pen to circle the scenery in the painting.
The winter sun has become a luxurious warm color in the sky, but it doesn’t seem to like the empty sky anymore. Look at it, it will quickly retreat in the forest, and then jump up. The treetop jumped back on the treetops, and after a while it ran to the round hillside covered with white snow robes. Then it quickly rolled down. When it saw that it was about to fall to the bottom of the valley, it suddenly jumped up again. , back to the blue sky beyond the reach of the woods and mountains. He kept blinking his golden eyes, looking down at everything on the earth. The cold winter in the north has infinite vivid warmth.
In the true north, it gets dark too early in winter. Before three o'clock in the afternoon, the sky darkens quickly and obviously.
The sunset is as red as an egg yolk boiled red by the snow. It feels like it is still steaming with white steam, and the warmth and sweetness fills the heart.
At this time, the color of the painting painted by the master gradually became darker.
When the night completely let go of itself, the white canvas and the picture on it were blurred to the point of being invisible. I was worried that the night had obscured it, and only the car lights stared brightly at the road ahead. However, from the light from a crack and a corner, I discovered that the painting was only temporarily invisible.
At this moment, our car turned into the only bright spot beating on the boundless black canvas, at least as far as the eye can see. I can't help but sigh, things have really turned around.
Just like this, in the vast wilderness, pulled and pulled by roads and lights... our car, carrying travelers with various moods and different goals, finally arrived at night At 6:40, I saw the colorful welcoming eyes of Heihe City.
No one of us could refuse and threw ourselves into the embrace of this border city.