Translated by Zhang Bao

He is a famous painter who can bring his figures to life in the picture, and the colors and tones are also subtle and expressive. The people he paints are like lifelike, vivid living people.

His painting skills are indeed superb. The fruit drawn makes you feel like you have it at your fingertips. The painted patches of spring flowers will make you feel immersed, and you can smell the fragrance of flowers blowing in the breeze when you walk through it. The people he painted are even more flesh and blood, and their qi is smart.

One day, a clever painter met a beautiful woman and fell in love with her at first sight. He looked at her eagerly, talked to her, and admired her. He was full of courtesy and praise, and finally made her agree to be his wife.

Soon after her marriage, this beautiful woman discovered that she was more of an idol of art than an object of love. Whenever he admired her classical beauty, it was as if he was standing in front of a work of art, not in front of a living person who had promised love and life. Soon, he said that he wanted to recreate her rare beauty on the picture.

"Please sit in my studio," he pleaded, "and I will make your beauty live on." This painting will be my crowning work. ”

She was courteous and meek by nature, and when she heard his compliment, she said, "All right, my dear, I'll make a pose for you to draw." ”

So, the young and beautiful wife sat meekly in the studio for several hours at a time, without complaining. Day after day, she sat obediently, posing, smiling, because she loved him and wanted him to see her love for him in her smile and obedience.

Sometimes, she really wanted to cry out to him, "Please love me as a human being, come and need me!" but she said nothing but words to please him.

One night she lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and was going to say to her husband to-morrow, "My dear, I am so jealous of your mistress!" she thought he would be astonished to reply, "Mistress, what else can I do but you?" and then she said to him, "Your mistress is your art!" but, for some reason, she did not have the courage to say it. She still sat patiently and let him paint, hour after hour, day after day, week after week, her patience sustained by her love for her husband, for she could see that he was taking great pleasure in his work.

The painter is a passionate, willful and easily excited person. He had been so absorbed in his own creation, and his eyes were only on what he expected, that when she forced her smile, he did not, and could not have seen, that she had become weak and listless. He did not see, and could not see, that the rosiness had faded from the faces of his lovely models, despite the vivid hues of the skin on the canvas.

While his success was in sight, his passion for creation grew stronger. He rarely takes his eyes off the canvas to look at his wife. But she still sat patiently for him. If he had looked at her a little more and looked more carefully, he might have noticed that the color of her face had been lost, and that it had been subtly painted on the canvas, and that the smile had disappeared from her lips.

Finally, after a few more weeks, he examines the work, ready for a little polish, a light stroke on his mouth, and a careful gloss on his eyes. The wife was in high spirits when she knew that her husband's success was about to be done. When the stroke was applied, the gloss added, the painter stood back, and couldn't help but be fascinated by the masterpieces created by his exquisite skills.

As he stood there, gazing intently at his wonderful work of art, he couldn't help but exclaim, "It's a living person!" and then he turned his head to look at his beloved again, and found that she was dead.

The feeling of spring Zhang Baotong

In the spring when the peach willow and green grass are long and the warbler flies, the spring is always full of the color of love and the breath of love, and the seeds of life are full of vitality and delicate bloom in the beautiful and bright spring. The gentle breeze blows warmth, like a harp playing the music of life. The breeze is clear, the spring is full of joy, the empty mountain is full of rain, the grass is green and the flowers are red, under the blue sky, everywhere is the joy of the passion of life, and it is the pulse of the spring that penetrates into the hearts of the people.

The spring breeze swept away the coldness of the remnants of winter, blowing the warm breath of Qingming into the world. Spring turns green emotions into the impulse of life, awakens the surging passion from laziness, with distinct feelings and inspiration, makes you look forward to it, makes you reverie, makes spring emotions stir, and makes thoughts fly. For a time, the flowers were in full bloom, the world was full of greenery, the sky was full of kites and the sun for kissing, and the girls on the street were like colorful butterflies.

Standing in the window lattice of spring, bathed in the fragrance of peach and plum, looking at the fascinated flowers and willow green, how can the sentimental feelings not breed the infinite lingering of spring. This emotion has the silent mystery of moisturizing things, the attachment of the budding heart, the freshness of the spring equinox of the valley rain, and the pure atmosphere and romantic feelings.

Spring is like a girl coming from the season as promised, from a dreamlike feeling.

The fragrance is colorful, the style is varied, the grass is in the sky, and the spring is infinite. Spring goes to spring and returns, and the best period is like home. Spring is not just a season, it's a temptation. Her affectionate light and style for so long make people think about it and linger. Her beauty and affection, her romance and innocence are the genes of love and the true colors of dreams. She inspires our enthusiasm and inspiration with her green affection, and inhabits our love and dreams with bright flower branches.

With the mood of meeting with the dream, or walking alone in the suburbs of the mountains, resting among the trees by the stream, pouring into a lovesickness, feeling the dream-like artistic conception of "Mu Xinxin has been glorious, the spring trickles and begins to flow"; Maybe that's what spring feels like.

The evening breeze is like a dream, Zhang Baotong

When I entered the park, it was already night, the evening breeze blew coolly through the summer night, and I sat quietly and alone under the weeping willows in the deep night, and the boundless silence could allow me to hear the footprints of my heart.

The waltz came in the wind, the cannas and roses danced under the moon, and my soul was full of excitement floating like musical notes in the ultimate beauty, as if I was going to ride the evening breeze and have a brilliant dream of summer flowers. The night is dark and the stars are sparse, the shadows of the trees are swaying, my mood is as silent as water, pure as the wind, and in the silent thoughts of the evening breeze, I hear the flower of life blooming brightly. So, I slept in the generous warmth of the evening breeze and enjoyed a kind of fun that was close to a fairyland.