As a resident of the riverbank, I have lived through numerous incidents that have shaped my life and stirred deep emotions within me. Each moment is etched in my memory, a testament to the joys and sorrows that accompany our existence by the water's edge. The river flows like the passage of time, carrying with it the stories of our lives and the feelings that arise from them—love, loss, hope, and resilience. Each ripple reflects the richness of our experiences, binding us together in our shared journey. Sometimes, I pick up some jewels of sorrow, laughter, joy, blubber, and love often flow away with the wave of the river. Those are as little chapters of the novel of life being, and also a part of my artistic sensation I love to show on canvas.
I watch fishermen in their humble boats glide across the river, their hearts brimming with hope beneath an expansive sky. I see the courageous boatmen who tirelessly serve the people of this quiet countryside, helping them navigate the churning waters, even in the face of perilous conditions. In the warmth of summer, the river transforms into a playground, where children leap joyfully into its embrace, their laughter echoing like music in the air. The sheer delight on their faces, full of innocence and freedom, fills my heart with a profound sense of happiness, reminding me of the simple joys that connect us all.
Above all, I am deeply moved by the heroic steersman in the river and their simple, unpretentious lives, devoid of unnecessary demands. When I engage with them, their insights unfold like gentle ripples, revealing a tapestry of emotions and profound realizations born from their humble existence. They embody a serenity that mirrors the river itself, tranquil and timeless. From my childhood, I have watched many of these incredible individuals drift away as if carried off by the currents of life, quietly departing from the very waters that shaped them. Each farewell feels like a poignant reminder of the beauty and fragility of their world. It's a heartfelt journey steeped in nostalgia for those pure souls, whose paths intertwine with their successors like the meandering flow of a river. With unwavering courage, they selflessly dedicate themselves to our lives, guiding us through the stormy waters and ensuring we emerge unscathed, just as their ancestors did before them. This bond is eternal, a poignant treasure rooted in the simplicity of countryside life, which I have sought to capture on my canvas. Each brushstroke tells the story of sacrifice, love, and the timeless connection that binds generations together.
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It's a mindful description of the countryside that makes us feel calm during reading. Behind your canvas, you are obviously a poet, and literary. Thanks for such a nice piece😊