The curtain of hand-painted wind bumps open.
The magician comes out with a magic hat, the most traditional and magical technique.
That is his stage.
However, the greatest enemy of all magic is time.
Time has passed. Craftsmen can only move around in unfamiliar and simple small hotels.
The magician is the same.
All illusions belong to the audience.
The world is so big, but it is even more difficult to find a stage that really suits you.
[Lin Evening Mirror, Hurt Flowing Scene] The
fine rain, layered on top of each other.
The warm fire is full of light and shadow.
Walking past the crowded theaters, there are rolling singers on the stage; walking past the run-down bars, the house is full of drunk people; walking past the lively weddings, but there are no respected spectators.
The hand-painted natural repetitions are real but not real, endless and hopeless. Whether it is a country town or a London city, the scenes and vagrants are the nostalgia of the magician and the nostalgia of the director and the screenwriter.
The lonely magician met the orphan Alice.
Magic keeps Alice immersed in it for a long time, and this world may have been made by a magician. What I want to like most is to look at the roads found by the street lights at night, especially after the rain, the road has a thin layer of moist, the light shines on, it is very beautiful, I always thought it was a kind of magic when I was a child.
Alice secretly got on the boat with the magician in worship and asked the magician to conjure a ticket.
The magician accepted this little admirer and gave everything to her.
Alice's happiness experience was in sharp contrast with the magician's humble work, and the unperceivable balance between the two was fragile. What maintains their feelings is magic that does not exist.
[The sadness and heaviness of the present world]
Ukiyo-e with peculiar tones and rich appearance, without dialogue but at this moment is more silent than sound. Comedy is mixed with grief, and the sadness and heaviness of the present life.
The loss of craftsmen is vividly displayed, the unemployed clown who hangs himself, the ventriloquist who sells dolls and begs for a living, there are infinite sad stories in every prosperous city. The world is overwhelmed by the shadows of downfall and despair.
Every line is full of emotion, and every rendering is full of sorrow and not hurt.
Alice meets love, but her prince will not do magic.
The disobedient little fat rabbit returned to the forest. It hesitated to watch the magician leave.
Magic does not exist.
The magician was gone, Alice was dimmed, the lights went out and the
night was quieter. Suddenly, a lot of water came out in my heart.
Thinking of a poem for no reason comes to
a sorrowful spring waiting for the wine to be poured. The boat on the river shook, and the curtain upstairs moved. Qiuniang crossing and Tainiang bridge, the wind flutters and the rain flutters.
When will you return home to wash the guest robe? Silver word Sheng tune, heart word incense burning. The streamer is easy to throw people away, the cherries are red, and the plantains are green.
——Jiang Jie "A Cut Plum"
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