Literary Expression of Color Generation: The Case of Wilde's Nightingale and the Rose
The painter applies chen color, which is a natural work and a clever hand. Derived from the field of literature, the "heavenly" work faded, showing the "transformation" of the work, and even weeping ghosts and gods were created. In the silence of thousands of people who have lost their voices, the colors are like elves and full of life.
In this world, the birth of color is the most magnificent performance of life. If, you want to feel it.
When the moon rose to the sky and released her radiance, the nightingale came to the rose branch and stuck her chest in the thorn. She had spikes in her chest, and she sang all night, and the crystal moon leaned against the clouds and listened. She had been singing all night, and the thorn was getting deeper and deeper, and the blood of her life was gradually spilling. The first thing she sang was the birth of love in the hearts of young men and young girls. So the top branch of the rose bore a brilliant rose bud, and the song was sung one after another, and the petals opened one after another.
At first the petal was as dim as the mist covering the river—as dim as the morning sun, as silver as the wings of the dawn, and the rose bud on the branch as the shadow of a rose reflected in a silver mirror, or the embodiment of a rose shining in a pond. But the tree also urged the nightingale to stick the thorn.
"Hold on to that thorn, little nightingale," cried the tree, "or the roses will not yet bloom, and Dawn will come." So the nightingale inserted the thorn tightly, and the thorn actually penetrated her heart, but a strange pain penetrated her whole body, his love and the immortal love in the tomb. The brilliant rose then turned bright red, like the sky in the East. The outer petals of the flower are red with fire, and the heart of the flower is as red as jade.
"Hold on to that thorn, little nightingale." The tree cried out, "Otherwise, the rose has not yet bloomed, and Xiaoguang will come." So the nightingale inserted the spike more tightly, and the louder she sang her song, because this time she was singing the birth of the spiritual love between men and women. Now the rose petals had a delicate red halo, like the groom's cheeks when she first kissed the bride. But the thorn had not yet reached the atrium of the nightingale's heart, so the heart of the flower remained white, because only the nightingale's painstaking efforts could dye the heart of the rose, and the tree repeatedly urged the nightingale to insert the thorn.