Maybe it’s time
The road turned red
Monotone droned
A heart bled
Bei-Nan river meanders through the thick forest with low-frequency sound. Watermelons lie ripe in the spacious sand field as fireflies hover around. The silence of night hunts the corner of an oblivious scene-a tomb stone with faded characters. Lin Chung tosses and turns in his bed and decides to get up: “I just have another dream, the same one over the last three days. It’s a man wearing an interesting outfit but I can’t make out what exactly he looks like though…”
“I’d better sketch it down on paper so I won’t forget the next day,” says he. He pulls out a piece of A4 paper and starts to draw. The image is so vivid in his head, just like a movie playing closely in front of him. Silk clothes embroidered with blue dragons and phoenixes shine brightly. The man looks like a middle-aged man but his face is not clear because there is a blur of moonlight around. And the odd thing is that he wears a pair of modern leather shoes, the kind one sees at the luxurious stores.
As Ling Chung imprints the picture on the paper, the image becomes larger and larger. Finally it reaches to the utmost scale, showing a spot of the man’s clothes: a turquoise symbol of Chinese ink stone.
To be continued…
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