1, color
Life is a worthless blank sheet of paper. Since green gives me development, red gives me enthusiasm, yellow gives me loyalty, blue gives me nobility, pink gives me hope, and gray gives me sadness. After finishing this color picture, black will kill me. From now on, I will spoil my life by loving his color.
2. Color at night
The night is dark and the sky is gray. At dusk, the crimson clouds have turned into dark blue, and the halo of neon lights dilutes the moonlight, showing a faint dark yellow, and figures and shadows overlap and sway.
Green is black, so is red. If they trace shallow ink on the road, starlight, moonlight, lights and faint fluorescence are intertwined with the colors of dreams and nights.
As dim as I am, as disappointed as I am, as lonely as your distant back. At night, accepting the awake people, blooming flowers and all sad endings will be like a dream, stranding the memory, forgetting the time and blurring the season. Sometimes, I look at the color of the night intermittently, just like the world.
3. The color of childhood
The color of childhood is like a box of chocolate beans, colorful, red, blue, green, black and white. The color of childhood is red. My mother will praise me when I get 100 points in the exam. Childhood success is red.
The color of childhood is blue. Last summer, I saw the blue sea. Childhood is beautiful blue. The color of childhood is green. When spring comes, I will roll on the grass. Childhood is full of laughter.
Childhood is black, and parents always have to work overtime. I was alone in a dark room, and my childhood was timid and dark. The color of childhood is white. When it snows, I will have a snowball fight with my friends. Childhood is full of happy white.
4. The color of life
The cold wind is biting, the hay is frosted, the snow is covered with snow, and the snowflakes are as elegant as elves. The footprints in the snow are bright red, which makes this dry and cold winter beautiful, and life is the color of a petal. In the blue sky, white clouds are floating, like lazy cotton wool, slowly flowing in the air, and occasionally a few birds fly happily. Life is the color of feathers.
The breeze is shallow and the fragrance is faint. In the endless lotus pond, the leaves are like disks holding pearls, and the lotus is delicate, pink and white, which is the color of flowers. In the quiet ravine, a thin mist permeates the hillside. Through the cracks in the trees, a little sunlight falls on the grass, mottled and bright. The mountain wind blows through the leaves, and life is the color of the leaves.
The vast sea of people, the whirling world, people are passers-by, during my absence, you stop for me, I am moved by you, hand in hand with this life, life, with your color.