"I believe all the happiness is on the other side."
The other side of the river with a sigh:
"Well, maybe happiness is on the other side."
Yes, many times we think that what we don't have is beautiful, but in the process of constant pursuit of beauty, we often ignore the beauty around us. Flowers fall on this shore, will they really float to the other shore?
Many times we only see the beautiful side of others, but we don't know the helplessness and bitterness behind everyone's prosperity. When you envy other people's luxury cars, do you know how much hardship others have paid to get them? When you see the success of outstanding talents, do you know how much effort they have made? When you fantasize about becoming a superman, do you realize how much happiness ordinary people can easily get and how many times that superhero risked his life to save others? In fact, everyone's glory is at the expense of sacrifice! Before choosing someone else's path, consider whether you can bear it or not.
I only dream of the fairyland on the other side, but I can't see the danger. One sunny morning, I was flying alone in the blue sky, and Hongyan passed by me. I close my eyes and feel the relaxation and freedom in the wind. I don't know how long it took, but I landed in a huge garden full of flowers and fruits. Butterflies are flying, birds are singing and animals are walking away. This is a primitive and natural scene. This is the fairyland I have been longing for for for a long time! I wandered among them, thinking that I was finally away from all the troubles of the city and finally felt relieved. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain. Looking down, a snake got into the grass. I suddenly felt dizzy and fell to the ground. At this moment, I realized that there were snakes in the Garden of Eden. I wish I had never been here before. Even if real life is tired and boring, there is no threat of death! However, my body is getting colder and colder ... the bell ... a sound woke me up. Oh, it was just a dream! I dream of going to a resort and living a free life, but what happened in the resort made me understand that there is no paradise at all. No longer expect an unrealistic idea, because it will be shattered by reality, and finally only disappointment will be obtained.
Violet turned herself into a rose, but died because she couldn't resist the storm. If you don't want to be a vain violet, you must learn to cherish the present.
There are no flowers on this shore, and the other shore may not be in full bloom. It is better to praise yourself than to pursue others. After all, sometimes there are mountains outside the mountains. In fact, the things that suit you best are often around, and the most important thing is to cherish what you still have. When we look back, don't repeat the pain that we didn't know how to cherish until we lost it. ...
Love on this shore, flowers on the other.
At first sight of her, he was impressed by her beauty. At that time, he was just a handyman in a small handicraft company. However, with her outstanding artistic talent, she became the youngest associate professor in that university.
At that time, he was so self-abased that he didn't dare to confess to her. He didn't even dare to meet her bright eyes calmly, for fear that she would suddenly lower her head and fade out of his sight, but he longed to be with her for a lifetime. However, the young heart lake has been irresistibly rippling with love. After that, he could never erase her from his mind. In that cold winter, she was not only a warm fire, but also a bright lamp, which gave him a bright direction and magical power.
In the messy warehouse where he spent the night, he picked up a brush for the first time in his life and drew a sketch of a character as seriously as a pupil, and the first character he drew was her, which kept coming to mind. He said, "Her incomparable beauty is the most extraordinary beauty I have ever seen in my life. It belongs to a classic painting, an eternal poem, which should be circulated in the world in a fixed frame ... "
He finally got up the courage and gave her his childish paintings. She just said "yes" politely, which greatly encouraged him and made him feel that he could achieve something in art one day. He told himself to hide his love for the time being, work hard and do better as soon as possible, so as to be worthy of her Excellence. But he is worried that she will have a heart before he succeeds, so he can only accept this helpless ending with regret and pain. Those worries made him unable to sleep for a while, and he lost more than 20 kilograms in just two months. Finally, he burned his sincere love into a poem and gave it to her. She thanked him so gracefully and told him firmly that their relationship could only stop at friendship, not at love.
Although he was bitter, he didn't complain at all, but he was deeply grateful because she didn't do anything wrong from beginning to end. She had her direction and her independent choice. Maybe she is good enough to understand her deep feelings across the years. So, he left the provincial capital, went to Beijing, and traveled across the ocean to many art shrines in Europe. He began to learn from teachers everywhere, began to practice painting hard, and often forgot himself for painting.
While he was busy holding a solo exhibition in Paris, he received the news of her marriage. Although I had long thought that there would be such a result, I had long thought that there would be endless sadness coming in, but I didn't expect that great sadness would surge into a river and make him almost completely collapse. He just sat by the Seine River, one autumn sun mopped his face gloomily, and the next one brushed it disappointedly, like a frosted hay.
He finally stopped his sadness, and he wrote her a short and sincere blessing: "I believe you will have a happy love, because your beauty is not only external, but also your thoughts, your soul, and those who love you the most will see your unique Excellence clearly."
When we meet again, he is already a famous master of art at home and abroad, and his works with unique style are being auctioned at high prices by auction houses and collected by famous art galleries all over the world. And she was in that neither bad nor bad marriage, savoring the ups and downs of secular life. Unable to give up his feelings, he sat in front of her again after countless vicissitudes, still at a loss, and even the coffee in front of him had a different taste. That day, he gave her an oil painting called Forever. The long alley on the screen silently tells his affectionate words, which are clear and ambiguous.
She reminded him that he should consider starting a family while he was still single. He saw a trace of disappointment in her eyes and nodded: "Yes, the years of love make people old. We can't always trudge on the road of love, but …" His awkward words are like those paintings that left many blanks. He didn't say, and she understood.
Knowing that her husband was killed in drifting, he quickly stopped important international art exchange activities and flew to her from Italy for the first time to help her deal with the aftermath. Someone asked him why he did this, and he said that he had regarded her as his closest relative. She was very moved and grateful, but for his still serious courtship, she was still just a simple word-refusal.
She didn't give a reason, and it seems that she doesn't need one. Just as he fell in love with her at first sight, decades of red dust years did not dilute that love, but made it deeper and longer. Although her repeated rejections made him taste a lot of bitterness and bitterness, he felt unspeakable sweetness from it. In the ups and downs of hope and disappointment, in the interweaving of pain and happiness, he chewed out a true love without regrets. He said, "She is the flower on the other side of him, always beautiful and fragrant at that distance."
Some critics admire the unique artistic style of his works-always so bright and warm, even if there is a little black gloom occasionally, it can't hide the hope of red ... Few people know how he dips in bitterness and depicts the happiness he wants again and again, and it's even harder for someone to understand what kind of love is surging inside when his brush swims freely.
Later, he married the French painter George Julia and settled in Nice, a small town in southern France, but kept in touch with her through letters, and their friendship became deeper and deeper. She once said meaningfully: "Not holding hands with him may not be the best choice in her life, but it has made her happy all her life."
At the age of 55, she died of a cerebral hemorrhage. Hearing this news, he shut himself up in the studio, painted the masterpiece "Flowers on the other shore" in one breath, and announced that he would quit painting, stay away from painters, live in seclusion abroad and refuse any interviews.
He is Ren, a famous oil painter in the last century. Her name is Xie. Their love story is like his last masterpiece-now, although those beautiful flowers are on the other side, they are still warm and beautiful and will not be changed by time.