The winter passed and spring came, as time stepped into early February.
As the last trace of the festive air gradually dissipated, Gu Weijing stood in the studio, gazing into the open Yangon River in the distance.
The view here was excellent; in this season without clouds and rain, one could see the primitive jungles outside the city and the rising smoke from within.
Excluding the inconvenient traffic and muddy roads, Yangon is a very beautiful place.
Very few cities are like it, so beautiful yet so decayed, evoking emotions amidst contradictions.
The former prosperity seems like a colonial dream exclusive to foreign lords in old photos, and when the dream fades, only desolation remains.
In front of Gu Weijing, the pen's tip gently pulled a line of black ink on the rice paper, bringing this Yangon's ink landscape painting to a close.
[Chinese Painting Techniques: Tier One Professional (201/5000)]
[Emotion: Simple Works]
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