I was walking down the street one day when I noticed a woman’s brand name: "Emerald Purple." It struck a chord within me, something spontaneous and heartfelt. I jotted down a short poem with watercolor on my face, saying it was like a crystal song—cool yet gentle. My thoughts were light, shallow, and innocent. To my surprise, someone responded, mentioning how the veins of a Purple Lotus had a certain allure, though they wondered why the setting sun wasn’t afraid of the faint sunburn it cast. What a delicate touch!
I thought of a man in a boat, dressed in green sleeves, propped up by a single leaf, reminiscent of my own fleeting memories. When he arrived, the sunset seemed to open up. He told me he liked seeing Holland, so I decided to paint a Dutch scene, avoiding the flowers. One day, this same canoe carried him past my side again. He was like a thief, only stealing moments of my attention. Even if he was just a fleeting presence, adorned in purple clothing, he seemed to embody an entire season of beauty.
In his eyes, the falling wind ceased its sway, and he told me that if the boat could truly reappear, he would ring the wind chimes at the bow to remind me of those quiet whispers during every sunset. At that moment, I felt tears welling up as I listened to his soft singing.
It was all so vivid, like a dream.
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