lonely barcelona

A silver-gray Mercedes-Benz taxi shuttles between the cities, making seven turns and eight turns. At the end of the century, it has long been difficult to tell the difference between the south, the south, and the north. It took a while to arrive at the center of Kaisa. This is an elegant brick building with dark and light red colors. The sculptural form mirrors the roofscape of the surrounding buildings.Apparently this was rebuilt by a factory, and now it looks like a floating street, which should be the result of the designer deliberately removing the foundation.

Walking into the exhibition hall, it is spacious and soft. Looking up, it is like being in the starry morning, a little dazed and a little intoxicated.Although Ji Mo has been in the fashion industry, he only knows a little about art. When he browses the art exhibitions, he just looks at the flowers and sees the atmosphere.What's more, for impressionist pioneers like Monet, the canvas has a seamless and layered space perspective, muddy but subtle use of color, smoke, airflow, and light are all expressed so delicately and dreamily. For the end of the century, It is even more difficult to understand.

It was the first time I saw the world-famous "Impression Sunrise" with my own eyes. Although Ji Mo didn't know the painting techniques of oil painting, he was still deeply attracted by this charming and moving nature, and he repeatedly praised the shock of art.At the end of Ji, lingering in this colorful world feels like entering another world, no!another universe.This is the breathtaking and even breathless power of a true masterpiece of art.Walking and watching, suddenly, when a picture of "Water Lilies" came into view, Ji Mo's heart "thumped", as if he had paused for an instant, his feet seemed to be entangled by the devil, and he stood still for a long time.Rose-colored lotus, blooming lotus, lotus under the small bridge, lotus in the evening, lotus kissed by willows, lotus in the cloud, lotus brushed by willow leaves... the word "lotus" is like a curse, wanton madness Touching Ji Mo's heart, the word that Ji Mo least wanted to think of had broken through the interlayer of memory irresistibly, and flowed through every inch of her blood...