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Looking through the photos taken before, it was like churning the story in my memory, and I also saw the boy in the story back then.
The photography skills at that time were immature, just like the shy self when he first saw the world, not understanding the angle and not knowing composition.
I have an idea in my mind. I want to express it in the photo, but it seems that the words (pictures) are not meaningful. However, it has finally been recorded and has become a mark in time, at least in the years I have passed.
The three photos taken today were taken in the garden of Suzhou a few years ago. When I arrived in Suzhou for the first time, I remember that what made me most overjoyed that day was the weather, the misty rain, and walking on the street seemed to have walked into the paintings of Jiangnan, and I was the scenery in the paintings.
Walking in the garden, your steps are very slow, imagining yourself, a gentle and elegant young man, enjoying the scenery in the garden, free and calm.
The so-called "a gentleman is as gentle as jade, but a handsome man is outstanding", probably that's it.
looked up at the green tiles on the high wall, simple and unpretentious in the drizzle, but carrying the thoughts of whom or the prosperity they yearn for in front of the window opposite.
The rain wet the stone slabs on the ground and moistened the glitz in the city. At least in this garden, there are unscrupulous reverie and dialogues traveling through time and space in my heart.
The flowers and plants under the high walls are blooming silently, as if you can smell the fragrance of the owner of the garden from the flowers and leaves, and read the poem as leisurely as the indifferentness outside the world.
I don’t know the story in this garden. This understanding may be abrupt, but I still think so, so my heart is yearning for this at this moment.
Walked in front of the door, stopped, looked up at the high eaves, and looked at the raindrops hanging on the eaves. Time stopped, and all the beauty spreads in the misty rain, waiting for the owner's tea.
I like the high door under the eaves. I like to walk forward slowly. The moment I pushed the door open with both hands, I naturally walked over the threshold under my feet, as if I was so familiar with it, as if I had walked thousands of times.
Several old photos record the boy's little thoughts, as gentle as jade, unparalleled in the world!
