I especially like his photo of sunflower, like bright yellow pearls and amazing eyes, but it is inserted alone in a vase with a yellow background, which gives people the feeling of sadness, as if the feast is over and the candlelight is still empty. The most distressing thing is that the heart sinks. I used to like watching sunflowers. They slowly turned their heads and looked at the sunshine every morning. It was so charming and lovely. He Xi put it in a photo frame and hung it in the dining room of his apartment. Lined in bright sunflower yellow and bright sunshine, it hangs on the wall painted dark green, just like Kingston standing on an empty Yuan Ye, which is particularly beautiful but lonely. So I sit opposite this painting every day, watching the joy and tasting the loneliness. ? After reading irving stone's Desire for Life, I made a biographical study of Van Gogh in a short time. He lived only thirty years old, half mad and half alive in the exploration of color, and finally committed suicide. He lived in poverty, but he went his own way in art, although people realized this long before he died. I read this book, and I was moved by his dedication, so I described his delicate and changeable sunflower more valuable. I seem to understand why his paintings are half joyful and half lonely.
After liberation, I went to work in Beijing without any pictures. I always feel that this photo is out of step with the surrounding atmosphere at that time. Because of the liberation, there is no longer a feeling of loneliness around, and everything is bathed in the joy of the festival. But a long time ago, I was nostalgic for this painting. People seem to like that bunch of sunflowers, even in the afterglow of the sunset, it is difficult to grasp and float away to watch the sunset. I miss the dark green of the wall, and at this moment it is submerged by the bright yellow; I tried to break it and struggled in despair with my lonely figure. After traveling through time, slowly golden, unconsciously indifferent in my memory, gradually alienated, almost forgotten.