There is a part of the art of life that I can't appreciate. I know how to watch "Clouds in July", listen to Scottish soldiers playing bagpipes, enjoy rattan chairs in the breeze, eat salted peanuts, enjoy neon lights on rainy nights, and reach out from double-decker buses to pick green leaves at the top of trees. When no one handed over, I was full of joy in life. But I can't overcome this little distress for a day. Life is a gorgeous robe full of fleas.
2. Unforgettable painting
A path, Silverstream sample flow away; Two small white trees gave birth to many yellow branches, each of which trembled as if it had just broken dawn. A little further, there are two trees, one blue and the other brown, scrawled like Chinese painting, but without format. People who look at the scenery come from afar, breathless, and the blue mountains in the distance fluctuate. Because the feeling of waiting is like the distant dream when the chicken crows for the first time and the mat is too cold.
Step 3 talk about painting
In landscape painting, I like broken houses best. This is a white house in the midday sun with a one-eyed dark window. There is a big crack in the roof, and the house seems to be laughing, shaking and shaking there until it collapses. The path leading to the house is out of sight, and there are high and low grasses everywhere, which are extremely pale and fuzzy in the sun. The choking sun color is reminiscent of "the sound of Chang 'an mu road is absolutely silent, and the sound of dust is absolutely silent-the west wind is shining, and the Han family's tomb. "However, there is no lofty past here, only the desolation and emptiness of the middle class.
Step 4 "change clothes"
A child rushed over on a bicycle, showing off his skills, let out a cry, relaxed the handrail, staggered and passed lightly. At this moment, people all over the street are full of unreasonable admiration. The cutest moment in life is to give up there, right?
5, "Legend Reprint"
Yan Ying only made a draft. Shocked by the powerful and beautiful patterns, I copied them one by one as willingly as I painted red. Life is like this-it has its patterns and we must copy them. So there is a proverb in the west: "Let life come to you." This kind of submission is not like the obscure, cruel, embarrassing and humiliating submission of the characters in my novels, but it is still bleak.
6. Love
Among thousands of people, you met the person you met. In thousands of years, in the boundless wilderness of time, neither earlier nor later, you happened to catch up. There is nothing else to say, but gently ask, "Oh, are you there?"
7, "embers record"
The car of the times went ahead with a bang. We sat in the car and passed only a few familiar streets, but we also felt thrilling in the firelight all over the sky. Unfortunately, we are too busy looking for our own shadow in the fleeting shop window-we only see our own face, pale and small; Our selfishness and emptiness, our shameless stupidity-everyone is like us, but each of us is lonely.