In this workshop, we encourage people to write stories inspired by the following pictures:

Here are some of the stories written by people:

Ruihan’s story

It is the Chinese New Year Eve.

A woman and a man are walking on the street in a busy city.

People on the street are all with their relatives, just leaving a restaurant.

The woman was holding the man’s arm, wearing red.

She was hoping to take the man home, and spend the New Year Eve with him.

As they were walking on the street, the man spoke casually:

“I am always honest with you, you know.”

The woman felt a bit curious “what is that?”

The man said “Well, I felt I no longer have feeling for you… A bit tired of you.”

The woman suddenly felt speechless. “Oh?”

The man continued “I’m sorry. That is how I have been feeling recently.”

The woman didn’t know what was the next move for this man. But she could not stop but having an omniscient feeling about the ending of this year.

The man said “Let’s break up”

The woman said “Are you sure?”

The man said “Well… I…. I’m also very conflicted.”

“Oh, if you are unsure. I guess the answer is pretty clear.”

“I can’t believe our love is so short-lived.”

The man did not reply, instead, looking cold.

The woman felt even colder than what the outside weather was supposed to be.

“In that case, I wish you have a nice 2023.”

The man nodded. He turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

The woman headed home, a lonely home.

It was freezing cold. So was her memory.

Zhibo’s story

A famous guitarist just finished his tour performance in the city. He got an idea of pretending to be a busker on a busy street and started playing songs. All people walked past him except a little girl who stopped by and listened to him carefully. Thousands of people spent hundreds of dollars to attend his stage performance but nobody paid attention to him playing on the street.

Diluo’s story

An empty chair is waiting for a song. A little girl is waiting for a chair.

A man played a song to a little girl: whenever you need, you will have a chair.

Future will tell, they provide a chair for each other and accompany to the end.

Changnan’s story

从前有座山，山里有座庙，庙里有个小阁楼上摆了一把椅子，

椅子上坐着一位老人在喃喃自语。

没有人能听懂他的话语。他左手边的浮雕石板上记录着古老的仪式。

他越来越激动，开始颤动手指，开始摆动手臂，开始手舞足蹈。

汗珠从他山峰一般的眉头中渗出。

忽然老人消失了。阁楼里只剩下一缕温柔的阳光，

暖暖地洒在椅子上，仿佛这个阁楼已经很久没有人来过了。

只有细小的灰尘偶尔降落在同样是灰色的浮雕石板上。