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Appreciation of Pan Ming's Prose The Charm of Imagination
What is "imagination"? Think about it, it's amazing.

I often have the experience that I just need to stay in my abdomen and sink into meditation for some people, things and sights that I have never met or may never know. Taking psychological expectation and subjective aesthetic desire as indicators, my mind will slowly unfold a series of projection pictures, vividly and delicately presenting its fresh breath and myriad weather, giving people an immersive experience. All kinds of virtual objects make me look crazy, even I can't help it.

This is a masterpiece of imagination.

That year, I was on a business trip in Hangzhou in the crisp autumn. After I finished my business, I stole half a day's leisure. I rented a boat and relaxed on Pan-Bosizi Lake alone. I became a fairy in the clear water and the empty embrace of Qiu Guang. When berthing, the boatman told me that Osmanthus fragrans is in full bloom in Longshan at the southern foot of the West Lake, and the whole valley is full of four seasons: Jingui, Yin Gui, Dangui and Guigui. The "full of rain in Gui Long" is a great scenic spot in Hangzhou. I'm heartbroken and want to go. However, when I looked up, the sunset was already halfway through. I will fly back to Shudu early the next morning, but I can only leave with regret.

Sitting idle in the hotel that night, the word "osmanthus rain in my eyes" always lingered. I closed my eyes slightly, and with the pen and ink I imagined in my mind, I drew a freehand brushwork on the missed stunning curtain: the bluestone path winds along the valley, with a clear stream and jade flying beads splashing; On both sides are layers of osmanthus trees. When the flower season is in full bloom, the dense gold and jade grains turn a whole ravine into "Xiangxi". There is warm wind in Xulaili, such as fingers gently brushing cassia twig, and osmanthus rain is falling from the branches in a hurry. Under the tree is a teahouse paved by farmers, a bamboo chair of the same color and a small wooden table. The person who sprinkled the tea lifted the lid of the tea lamp and let the stone beads fall into the cup, so thousands of cups of tea suddenly became osmanthus fragrant tea. Wandering in such a wonderful scene seems to reduce some regrets in my heart. As for the difference between imagination and reality, I think, why get to the bottom of it?

Some scenery and people I admire and yearn for for for a long time have long been intimate with them through imagination in my mind. This kind of imagination, due to the high expectations, the psychological picture projected beforehand is always beautiful and amazing. Even if we are in a real scene, or directly face an idol, the real scene and real content that come to us are often disappointing, and we are full of enthusiasm and encounter a pot of cold water, which makes us heartache. Based on similar lessons, I hesitated whether to step into the dust of reality in some unforgettable beautiful scenery for many years. For example, many years ago, I dreamed of Xishuangbanna, Shangri-La with a magical name, and the boundless frontier fortress of "Lonely smoke in the desert, long river setting the yen" that I read in Tang poetry. Every time I see from various media that this fairyland on earth is shrinking, mutating, decaying and even on the verge of danger for various reasons, my heart aches. Fragile me, I can't bear to face the skinny and vicissitudes of life, and I would rather let the virtual but beautiful utopia be imprinted in my heart forever.

When reading a book, as the emotions gradually blend into the wonderful chapters, the lines of the black square characters will jump up and turn into exciting life sitcoms with imagination. The lakes, mountains, birds, flowers, fish, insects, fish and water, the bright moon and the breeze, and the world of all beings, which were originally described in words, have all been activated and become lively and full of vitality, which makes people often move. The imagination born of reading has absolute identity, and different people will feel very different when they "read" the same text description from a book. Shakespeare, an outstanding English playwright in the Renaissance, famously said, "There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand readers", which is the truth. This is closely related to everyone's temperament, feelings, aesthetic taste, including psychological fluctuations at the moment of reading. Imagination also draws the attraction of those beautiful words for a long time. Often the version of the article is covered after reading it, and the imaginary picture still flashes in my mind, just like that charm.

Appreciate a shocking picture, and imagination will lead people's thoughts to break through the box and extend indulgently. When I was looking at paintings in the provincial exhibition hall, I bumped into Luo Zhongli's huge oil painting "Father" and was struck by lightning. In the picture, the old farmer's skin is dark, his face is criss-crossed, his eyes are melancholy, he wears a cloth handkerchief on his head, and his right hand holds a coarse porcelain bowl full of wrinkles and scars, a pair of rest and thirst after hard work. This photo, this face, this face, this father! The wings of my imagination suddenly spread out, and my mind's vision expanded the picture, connecting me to the familiar endless countryside of western sichuan bazi, and the villagers who worked hard for their children and grandchildren all day long, always releasing the mixed breath of sunshine, soil and sweat. Which one of them is not like the weather-beaten elder in this picture! At that moment, I was so sad and moved that I couldn't help it. Before I knew it, I was in tears.

Under certain conditions, imagination can produce wonderful spiritual comfort and encouragement. The idioms "Looking at plum to quench thirst", "Painting cakes to satisfy hunger" and "Fantasy" describe such an artistic conception. Ah Q, written by Lu Xun, was bullied and beaten, stroking his scarred skin, and suddenly turned to fantasy in extreme inferiority, depression and pain: "Even if my son beat Lao Zi!" So he won a "spiritual victory" and retreated with a tune. According to the newspaper, a famous African marathon runner took part in the competition and won the championship in one fell swoop. After the game, the reporter visited and asked about the secret of usual training. The runner's answer is very frank: during the training, he imagined that he had the misfortune to meet the mighty tiger and leopard while hunting in the primitive jungle, so he ran away. Tigers and leopards are chasing him. The highly respected flying general was actually "scared" by false imagination!

People like nostalgia when they reach a certain age. In the reminiscence of the old days, imagination is always quietly involved. It helps us to carefully delete and simplify those ancient characters, stories and scenes, select the essence from the rough, modify and polish the gripping fragments, and make the ancient stories tend to be perfect and beautiful. Imagination, in the process of helping people to be nostalgic, has no deliberate intention, and its power is completely natural, kind and beautiful. It makes a pile of old things float, releasing charming magic light and infinite charm.

Imagination also helps us to turn virtual into reality to some extent. For example, the astronomical concept of "the infinite universe" seems too empty and abstract for ordinary people like us. But the mysterious magic it released makes us miss it. When I was young, I tried to pursue mystery with the power of imagination and reach the boundless shore. My search steps are: first, determine a specific point in front of me, then let my mind expand outward with my vision, spread radiation ring by ring, turn myself into a superman, turn my mind into a sharp beam of light, and enter a state of crossing out of thin air, and so on. However, I have to admit that even so, my imagination and I tried our best to reach the far edge of the vast universe until the soul was dizzy in the "endless" emptiness.

Yes, imagination is so charming. It is hidden in a mysterious corner of our hearts, flashing its light from time to time, helping us to expand our limited body and age, expanding our horizons and strength, making our spiritual world full of romance and making flower of life bloom brilliantly.