Seeking Xi Murong's article "Post Station"

Last night, I went back to my studio on the mountain.

The owner of the house has changed, so I can only stand outside the wall, lean against the wall and look at the scenery in the yard with the help of a few big stones under my feet.

The scenery has hardly changed. There is half a vegetable garden in the deserted yard, and the lights are still on in the room, and the lights are obliquely laid on the land outside the corridor. The land overgrown with weeds in the middle of the yard seems to be more empty than before. I think it may be because of the lack of those six lotus tubes.

Six-cylinder lotus was originally planted in Shimen County. After several blooms, I moved it to this cold yard on Yangming Mountain. Unexpectedly, summer has come and all the flowers are blooming.

Those summer nights, when I am tired of painting, I often go out of the room and sit on the stone wall and look out. The whole Taipei Plain is almost under my nose. Infinitely bright and dense lights keep flickering and trembling, and from a distance, it seems like an uncontrollable rhythm of life. And in this dark mountain beside me, the blooming lotus stands quietly next to the yard, as if listening to something. At night,

I've always liked this studio. Unfortunately, because the house is too old, many places have to be rebuilt to store my oil paintings, and the owner is unwilling to sell them to me, so I have to move.

It has been more than a year since I left this studio. At this moment, I have found a new studio in front of a hillside covered with acacia trees by the Danshui seaside. Six-cylinder lotus has also moved to a new yard, and several flowers have blossomed in summer. However, perhaps because of the salty sea breeze, it can no longer bloom as it did on Yangming Mountain in Shimen.

Because of this, I often miss the studio on this mountain. Of course, there are not only lotus flowers in my memory, but also cherry blossoms that will be full of trees in spring, cypress trees that will give off fragrance, and Miscanthus grass that extends all the way along the mountain road in Qiu Lai. The light of the full moon once printed me on the path as clearly. On that early winter morning, I stood in the yard and found thin snowflakes falling gently.

And the two eagles that often fall from the sky and hover under the distant clouds. Their voices are as clean and clear as babies' voices.

The studio in this mountain is full of memories of my love.

However, at that time, I kept thinking about the progress of my work, all the scenery and all the good memories, which were just the impressions I got during my short break.

Only after you leave, when you look far away into the distance that has passed many days, can you find that the original fragments and messy impressions have been unconsciously transformed into the real subject of life, solid and complete, appearing repeatedly and becoming a complete, transparent and inseparable moment.

Last night, standing outside the wall of the old studio, recalling many times in the past, I seemed to see myself. On the roundabout way, I passed such a beautiful post office.