Neon Dream Intoxicated Southern Fujian
The sunset dyed the bricks and tiles on the streets and alleys into honey sugar colour. I sat on a chair tiredly, and the music from the scenic spot of “Yujian Minnan” echoed in my ears. The noise of the daytime has been reduced a lot, I slowly closed my eyes. In a trance, a gust of jasmine-scented wind brushed my cheeks – when I opened my eyes again, I saw myself wearing a lotus-coloured skirt, a jade pendant around my waist, and I don’t know when I had an extra fan in my hand.
The lights of the market in front of me are like daylight, and the vermilion-laced wooden buildings are covered with coloured lanterns. The patterns of carp leaping over the dragon gate and Chang’e running to the moon are embroidered on silk. I was shocked to realise that on the night of the Yuan Dynasty of the Southern Song Dynasty, the girl next to me with a flower on her head smiled and handed me a lotus lamp: “Are you lost?” Before I had time to answer, a burst of laughter came from the teahouse next to me. Several people were competing to write poems there, and I couldn’t help marvelling.
Walking with the crowd to the suburban bamboo forest, it suddenly rained. Everyone fled into the octagonal pavilion, but a musician sat with a zither in his arms and began to play. I stepped barefoot on the bluestone slab soaked by the rain, and suddenly heard someone shouting outside the pavilion: “The camel bell of the Persian caravan is coming!” I was about to run to the dock, but there was a stumble under my feet–
The chair shook suddenly. When I woke up, I found that the staff of the scenic spot was leaning over and shaking my shoulder: “It’s time to close the park!” Looking up, I saw the antique lanterns that had been lit up in the corridor of the riding tower. The jasmine flavour just now was originally the cold-brewed flower tea from the roadside tea stall. On the way back, I took the fan bought from the cultural and creative store. The pattern of prickly paulownia flowers on the fan was the same as in my dream.
This nap that has travelled through thousands of years may be the most exquisite “immersive experience” of southern Fujian culture. There is no need for virtual reality. Just close your eyes in the fireworks of the old streets and alleys, and you can feel the atmosphere of history.
Reflection: I think creative writing is not bad. From the perspective of time travel, there are many traditional cultural descriptions. However, I still didn’t pay attention to the size of the video when shooting the video, which needs to be improved.
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