In an instant, the wind will set the color of clouds and ink, and the desert will turn dark in autumn. -Du Fu's "The Hut Was Blown by Autumn Wind"
Black hair doesn't know how to study hard early, and white hair regrets learning late. -Yan Zhenqing.
That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. -Lu Lun's Next Song
essay
It's dark.
This is reality. Where there is light, there is no black, but where is light in the world? Where there is light, there is darkness. This is the reality. So I admire it. Although I yearn for the light, I don't want to be blinded by it, so I want to see the reality. I want to recognize the stains in the world by myself, and I want to be vigilant at all times.
It is changeable. It can be a foil. It has no light itself, because it highlights the brilliance of other things. With it, white appears whiter. With it, the light is brighter. Can also dominate. When there is no other color to stand out from its shoulders, it can stand alone and emit its own color, so I praise it. When others display their talents, I can be the night sky to set off their light. And when no one can support it
When it comes to the overall situation, I can be unique.
It is mature, capable, calm and calm, which naturally reminds people of wisdom, calmness and trust.
It's always deep. As steady as Mount Tai, eclectic, but black is still black.
It won't change its character. It is like a winding mountain. No matter how stormy it is, it is still a mountain. After the storm, it looks more elegant.
This is a precious symbol. Black pearls, black peonies and black roses are the best proof.
If there is anything wrong with black, it is black gauze. But this is a continuation of human nature and a manifestation of people's mourning.
So I admire it. Because I am a flesh and blood person, I don't want to forget what little humanity I have in the towering concrete forest and the indifferent city.