秋天的调色师

刘宏骏

秋天的调色师

今年秋天的调色师失恋了，他的世界失去了所有的色彩，春天的浪漫，夏日的热烈转瞬即逝，没有了爱情的滋润，如同两个月未下一滴雨的湖泊，水准急剧下降。

调色师心不在焉，他努力从记忆中搜寻往昔秋色的感觉，还是黄橙红褐，但调色的手势却滞涩潦草，

失去了细腻的渐变，微妙的呼吸和闪烁的光感，

没有了灵气的调和，连颜料都板结龟裂，调色板像一块脱水压扁的果脯，徒剩其表。

最美的季节是如此步履凌乱，神色荒张，像一段快进的柔板，如何能听出动人的旋律？

调色师无助地看着凌乱无序的调色板，感觉像个盲人无法分辨出任何颜色，更无法调出哪怕一丁点儿令人心动的色彩了！调色师的目光黯淡，环顾四周满地落寞的秋叶，心凉倒底，难道一世的功力毁于此刻？再也调不出令人赞叹的秋色？

调色师绝望地用调色刀用力去刮除板结在调色板上的颜料，手速太快太猛，

调色刀一下划破了手指，涌出的鲜血竟融化了颜料，让原本暗淡无光的颜色有了柔和的光泽，色相也鲜亮了许多，调色师的心血融慢慢地渗入颜色，在每一片叶子的叶脉里蔓延。

渐渐地秋林的色彩丰富了，有了精神，深浅的层次出来了，渐变的色调微妙而生动，秋林的色彩如多米若骨牌一样在快速翻转切换，像火焰一般引燃了整片秋林山岗，红橙黄绿褐层层叠叠地交替着漾化开来。

调色师的眼神开始放光，渐渐地整个身体化身成炽热的金色火苗随着秋色燃向了远方，去追寻自己的浪漫人生。

10/24/24

插图为chatGPT绘制。

The Colorist of Autumn

This autumn, the colorist has lost love. His world has lost all its hues. The romance of spring and the warmth of summer vanished in an instant. Without the nourishment of love, it’s like a lake that hasn’t seen a drop of rain for two months, its water level rapidly receding.

The colorist is absent-minded. He tries to summon the memory of past autumn colors—still yellow, orange, red, and brown—but his brushstrokes are sluggish and careless. The once subtle transitions, the delicate breaths, the shimmering light—now all lost. Without the spirit of harmony, even the paint has dried and cracked. The palette is like a piece of dehydrated fruit, reduced to just a lifeless shell.

The most beautiful season stumbles clumsily forward, its expression panicked and confused, like a fast-forwarded adagio—how can anyone hear a moving melody in such chaos?

The colorist stares helplessly at the disorderly palette, feeling like a blind man, unable to distinguish any colors, let alone blend even a single hue that might stir the heart. Gazing around at the desolate fallen leaves, his heart sinks. Could a lifetime of skill be ruined in this moment? Will he never again be able to mix the breathtaking colors of autumn?

In despair, the colorist vigorously scrapes the hardened paint off the palette with his knife. His movements are too fast, too fierce, and the blade cuts his finger. To his surprise, the flowing blood softens the paint, giving the once dull colors a soft glow, making them much more vibrant. As his lifeblood seeps into the pigment, it spreads through the veins of each leaf.

Gradually, the colors of the autumn forest begin to revive, gaining depth and spirit. Layer by layer, the shades come alive, subtle and vivid. The colors of the forest cascade like dominoes, flipping and blending, igniting the entire landscape like flames. Reds, oranges, yellows, greens, and browns ripple and flow, merging and radiating out.

The colorist’s eyes start to sparkle. Slowly, his entire being transforms into a blazing golden flame that merges with the colors of autumn, burning towards the horizon, chasing after his own romantic life.

10/24/24

The illustration was made by ChatGPT.