Chapter 16 dryad

--------------- dryad --------------- Ueno Park, Tokyo, Spring 1995 tree monster There is a tree outside the hotel housing window. At first glance, I think it is a dryad. Later, I liked to look at trees, draw trees, and even take pictures of trees.This is probably due to the fact that when I was a teenager, I would run out of the city with my parents every Sunday to go to the countryside. There are no big mountains and rivers in Hong Kong, but there are still some beautiful rural scenery, especially twenty years ago.And every Sunday, there will always be a bunch of like-minded people, planned and organized to travel across mountains and rivers.My brother and I are the youngest in the caravan, but we didn’t take any special care. We still had to be exposed to the sun and rain. We climbed a peak and looked up to another peak—and beautiful trees.

My father paints, so I also imitate him and carry a sketchbook beside him. I sit down and drink a cup of hot tea during the break, and then paint. I still can’t tell what kind of tree it is, and finally understand that different trees have different growth forms, different body structures and relationships between branches and leaves. There are no two identical trees in the world. They live and die separately, and people are actually like this . Later, I went to the pond with my parents for morning exercise three days a week, and I continued to draw trees while they were walking in the forest.The classmates who had a full notebook called me Tree Spirit, but Tree Spirit became lazy later on. The excuse was that he didn’t have much time to stay in one place to complete a complete painting of a tree when he was traveling, so he had to take out the camera and take pictures in a hurry, taking pictures of the ancient tree trunk. Patterns, aerial roots floating in the air, light and shadows falling from the branches and leaves... Also pay special attention to the strange tree in front of it - the tree in front of it is thick and huge, and a group of super-large crows are spinning out from behind the tree, croaking. Demon, I would like to run under the tree to listen to wonderful stories.