The beautiful color of prose

When I was a child, I liked green. I pull the branches every day, look at the open space on the roadside, and look forward to the germination of weeds on the branches. Even the green shoots the size of a needle tip make me ecstatic. Because as long as green appears, it means that the cold winter is about to leave. You can quickly take off your heavy cotton-padded clothes and put on light clothes, so you don't have to catch cold, cold sores on your hands and feet, and you don't have to wear cotton shoes that are wet and hard with snow water. I not only bought a green scarf, but also made a slightly larger green suit. I really like it. I wear it all the time, spring, summer, autumn and winter. I don't know why the fabrics of that era especially like drawing. I jumped a few times in physical education class, and the big guy's legs were all drawn, so we had to sew the steel pants and trousers where they were drawn, so that they wouldn't be drawn again. Later, my trousers and sleeves were polished by stools and tables, so I found a piece of fast black cloth and sewed it inside with messy stitches. I only throw away clothes when they are too small to wear.

In high school, you may feel depressed and unstable. I like black and white very much if I want to hide myself. In order to calm myself down, I made a suit with a particularly thick black tie and epaulettes in autumn, and ordered white buttons to attract people's attention from afar. The Asian Games was held in Beijing that year, and the mascot was Pan Pan the panda. Pandas are black and white, and so are my clothes and buttons, so my classmates call me panda Pan Pan. On one occasion, the class teacher took the panda as an example to give a lecture. The students in the audience kept laughing, and the class teacher ended the class with a puzzling smile. It is estimated that the class teacher still doesn't know what the students are laughing at. He doesn't know that panda is my nickname.

After taking part in the work, at the grassroots level, everyone goes into the village all day, in the fields and in the barn of the sheepfold, everyone doesn't pay attention to clothes. It's all in the dirt, and no one laughs at anyone. Wages cannot be paid monthly, sometimes only once every few months, and there is not much money in hand. It's good to solve the problem of food and clothing, so you can afford exquisite clothes, no matter what color they are.

A few years ago, I began to like sky blue again. It is refreshing and pleasant, without a trace of human fireworks, just like a newborn baby, pure and flawless. So I bought some sky-blue coats, which are available in spring, summer, autumn and winter. After wearing it, my body and mind are relaxed a lot, and my mood is like a cloudless sky in Wan Li, floating around and relaxed. Later, the color of the sky floated all over the street, and the world was full of color and chaos, which made me feel boring.

Since the second quarter of last year, I have a special liking for yellow. I bought three sets of yellow sofa cushions, five yellow quilts, seven or eight yellow sheets and quilts. Anyway, what I bought must be yellow. What's more, I bought myself a yellow vest with velvet inside, which is particularly dazzling, but my face is also particularly black. I want to buy a yellow short wool coat. I tried it many times at the mall. Later, when the salespeople saw me, they would whisper to each other. I have heard them say several times that my face is black and I am not suitable for wearing yellow. Finally, I was embarrassed to try it on again, and finally gave up reluctantly.

These days, I am upset and depressed, and the flowers hang their heads, half dead and lifeless. One day, I suddenly had a whim, especially to add bright colors to the room and adjust my mood. The room is white, cold and empty except for the bed and sofa, and there is no vitality. I think orange is still very eye-catching and refreshing. I bought six orange chair covers. Although it is rustic, the house instantly feels a little warm and energetic, and it is also much brighter.

Maybe the older you get, the more you like bright and beautiful colors. The old man is not old!