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I once saw a photographic work named "Lakeside" in an album, and it began to snow. On the clear lake, thin snow wings overlap into large fluffy and soft snow. There is no one in the snow, only a chair made of iron bars, and the black of cold iron stands out in the snow. The whole picture is static and solemn, and the snow dream generally sets off a meaningful ethereal spirit.

Such a simple painting caught my heart in an instant and opened an imaginary channel between me and the picture. The empty iron chair, what has it experienced by the lake and what is it waiting for?

By the quiet lake, I was alone in the sky, lying in the field, and my bare bones and muscles were swept by wind, rain, lightning and stars in the season. The iron chair is just stuck. Waiting for someone, someone who has some connection and tacit understanding with it in the dark. When a certain moment comes, it is eager to bear the weight of this person's life.

Through the snow, I saw the mottled rust on the iron chair This is a painful wound and a happy mark buried behind time. In this chair, I may have performed an unforgettable love, a heartbreaking "Where are you going", and an ecstasy of not seeing each other again after many years; Or meditation and reading in the dark, hazy and longing in early spring, loneliness and nostalgia of Qiu Guang, faint sadness in the sunset. ...

People who have sat in chairs have different rings, from black-haired teenagers to white-haired old people, which come from four stages of life. They are passers-by in chairs, because the river of time will take them further. They stay here for a minute, leaving the fragrance of their souls. Passers-by walked away, and the iron chair was covered with fallen leaves and frost and snow.

More often, the iron chair melts in the twilight, like a lonely boat, moored on the shore of time, nostalgic. It races against time with persistence, waiting for a ferryman. Even though time is getting old, waiting is not old. The chair is empty, but it is empty, and the grass accepts a vastness and infinity. What is older than a vigilant life?

The evolution of the intersection of life and life and the rise and fall of the Golden Goma Iron are all scenes of communication, which go deep into its memory. Tracing back the lost water source, the past sky and rivers in the ticking of time, such as the bloody sunset and the iron eagle, the hunting flag of a flat horse and the bonfire smoke in a large desert, as well as the tenderness between heroic spirit and square inch ... So, there is a history book lying on the shore of time. Those passers-by who left their mark on the album of life went with the flowing clouds, and others continued to go north, like dust and sand. But life is endless, and this history book is open to the future years in silence, waiting for a person to bear the wind and rain.

I don't know who the author of this photographic work is and what the original intention is. But none of this matters. What's important is that I went deep into the space full of meaning and understood the internal relationship between man and time, eternity and passage.

Now, move this iron chair to my heart lake, just like it is waiting for life with snow as the background in the picture. I want to keep it away from the noise and impetuousness of the world of mortals, and stick to it day after day in my heart, waiting for the perfection of that kind of life. For example, when souls meet and light a fire, the hidden soul is swept away happily, and the dream bud is brilliant in a gorgeous moment after the vicissitudes of life in Qian Shan ... Maybe this kind of life will never come, but the wait will go on forever. Only by leaving the crowded mind blank in desire can the space of life continue to extend and expand.

Coming out of the lake, I have become a passer-by in an iron chair. There is no trace of snow, but there is a clear footprint on the lake in my heart.