As mentioned earlier, the reason I thought of writing this book was because of chance that Tahiti would have gone to Tahiti, otherwise I would not have started writing. After years of wandering, the last place Charles Strickland arrived was Tahiti, where he drew immortal paintings. In my opinion, an artist spent his whole life unable to draw all the dreams he had been dreaming about, and it was impossible to put all the dreams that lingered in his heart day and night into reality. In order to learn how to draw, Strickland experienced many tortures and encountered many setbacks. Compared with other painters, Strickland's performance can

The strength needs to be improved. It was not until after he came to Tahiti that his paintings became smooth. He gained a lot of inspiration here. We can see from his paintings in his later years what he pursued throughout his life. Appreciating his paintings, you will unconsciously walk into a wonderful world, just as if Strickland's soul broke free from his body that bound him, drifted around in order to find things that could be relied on, and finally floated to this distant and fantastic land, into a suitable body, and fell into an endless sleep. If summarized in old language, it is "what to be the one."

As soon as I came to this island, I should immediately regain my interest in Strickland. This is common sense. But the reality is that the work I had piled up at that time and I had no time to think about Strickland. After I stayed in Tahiti for a while, I finally remembered Strickland. At that time, I had not met him for fifteen years, and nine years had passed since he passed away. Now, no matter how important the work is, I should put it aside immediately, but the facts are the opposite. I have been busy for a whole week and have not finished the work at hand. I still remember that one day, one day

In the early morning, I woke up very early. When I came to the rooftop of the hotel, I found that the surroundings were quiet. I turned around the kitchen and found that the kitchen had not opened yet. A bench was placed outside the door, and there was a hotel waiter sleeping soundly. He was a local. I guess I could not have breakfast for the time being, so I walked out of the hotel and took a walk on the street. In some shops run by Chinese people, people were busy. The sun had not yet risen, and the lagoon was quiet. I looked into the distance. Moria Island was ten miles away, and it seemed lonely on the sea, as if it was a huge holy grail, sealing its secrets inside.

I couldn't believe the scene in front of me. After leaving Wellington, I lived a very strange life. Wellington is a neat and orderly city with a strong British charm, as if it was a coastal city in the UK. After that, I spent three unforgettable days on the sea. The sky was gloomy, the waves were turbulent, and the clouds were covered with terrible scenery. After three days, the wind stopped suddenly, the sea surface returned to silence and sparkling. This is the Pacific Ocean, which seems to be wider and more desolate than other oceans. It will add a bit of adventure to an ordinary trip and make you frightened.

You breathe in big mouths and you will feel the sweetness of the air, like sweet wine, which makes you intoxicated. You are energetic and want to go on an adventure. But you only know that you came to Tahiti, which seems to be a land of gold, and you will know nothing. Then, you see Moria, which is the sister island of Tahiti. It suddenly sticks out from the sea, colorful, like a summoned by magic. The rocks on Moria are rugged, as if they are a copy of Montserrat. When you look at the scene in front of you, you can't help but think of it.

Polynesian warriors. They are holding a mysterious religious ceremony to keep certain secrets. As you get closer and closer to Moria, you will see the shape of the mountain and feel the beauty of the island more clearly. But when you pass by it, you will see numerous huge rocks surrounding the island tightly. You will never know the secret of the island. It is like a girl in a boudoir, and refuses to visit outsiders. If the ship approaches it and wants to find an entrance, it will disappear immediately, and no one will be surprised.

The scene in Tahiti is completely different. It is a green island. The dark green folds represent deep canyons. The atmosphere of these canyons is mysterious. The streams are gurgling and the desolate streams allow you to feel the extension of history, just as life here continues from the past to the present. There are not those desolate things on Tahiti, but you won't remember this impression. You will feel more joy. Just as a group of people sit together and watch a clown's performance. They are amused by the clown's funny performance. Of course, they can also see the desolate expressions that the clown occasionally reveals. Although the clown is also smiling, his smile is lonely. When he makes others laugh, he himself feels even more lonely. Tahiti is like a beautiful woman who smiles at you. It is gentle and elegant, and will be

The beauty of your body is friendly to you. Especially when you first enter the port of Papeete, you will be fascinated by it. The sailboats are moored by the docks, so neat and clean, shining under the blue sky. This small town is full of tall and white buildings, which makes people feel comfortable. Occasionally you can see French flame-like buildings, showing infinite enthusiasm. These bold buildings seem to be ignoring shame, and you will be surprised by them

You can't speak. When the boat gets closer and closer to the dock, you will see groups of people on the shore. Their faces are filled with passionate smiles. Overall, they look like a brown ocean. Under the clear sky, colors are dancing rapidly. People perform their duties, some are moving their luggage, and some are conducting customs inspections. Everyone is excited. The colorful colors are surging in front of your eyes, which is a very dynamic beauty.
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