When I was in school, I always looked for something that seemed happy and foolish after being depressed. I will take out a pen and take out the pencil core inside. My left eye closes and my right eye opens. I will see the wonderful scenery with a halo. I seem to be in space. The pencil in my hand is like a prism of Hubble Telescope. Are we failing to provide children with an opportunity and a place to grow up, to expose them to novelty and to keep their imagination and mind locked? We just complain that our world is really full of shackles and shackles.
For one or a large group of geniuses, the reports of external knowledge and authority are always shackles. We advocate the world's largest country, the United States, as a paradise of success and magnificent turnaround. In fact, those Americans who grew up in the United States are also bound by the shackles. The first step in the growth of genius is to inherit the essence and beauty of ancestors, and the next step is to question the dogmas left by ancestors.
I find that I can't communicate with the people around me more and more, and I can't tell my inner words through my mouth. My classic words that make people think that stability can be relied on are those: This is what I should do, it's okay, you rest. That's all. I don't like the office environment. I like to be alone, so that my ideas are clear, and the things I create will be energetic. My world has been surrounded by virtual self for a long time. By looking for a virtual environment, I found a poison that can comfort my heart. This poison is the book I told others can save people's soul. It took me three years and ten years to see what I was doing, what I was doing, and to what extent I was not able to control it.
I wrote down a few things that were driven by curiosity. I want to see how my living creatures, or words called waiting for the soul, can grow under my daily care, how far my story can be spread, and how many walls can be built for the quietness of my soul. What I have to do is that I don't want to die in a hurry. In the years of life, my soul needs to burn up to get rid of the lowliness and dirty in my heart. It can purify my soul and silence the death of the decaying body.
I always want to find a place where nobody cares and disturbs me, so that words and pictures can fly in the quiet forest with my restless soul. Isolated life can make me valuable, and my world won't lose its way. I will build a house on the edge of a cliff, with only one dress and a pen. This is all my property. When a person changes to nothing, in fact, he has achieved everything, health, imagination and peace of mind by embracing the world. When a person is chasing the world hard, he has gradually moved away from the place where the world was, or even farther and farther. If you think what you do is going well, don't spread all the experience without thinking. There are some things in her development that have their own laws, which are not summarized through the experience of promotion. It's opened by other means, either hand or mouth.
For example, what I am keen on now is to map the scenery in my mind to the drawing on the paper. I haven't touched the doorway yet. I don't know how to draw beautiful scenery is my heart's favorite and can attract others. See how others do it, listen to what others say, and then don't hesitate too much, just pick up the pen and daub it arbitrarily, first draw for a month. Master the rhythm, yield, color space, the rest is only related to the soul. Painting can affect people's soul, and in turn, it can be influenced by people's soul. What I like is that beautiful pictures have reflected my spiritual world, either numb, or smart, or past, or past, or bright, or dark.
Like the blue sky overhead, when there is the sun, it is bright, when there is no sun, it is dark, when it is unhappy, when it rains, when it is terrible, when winter comes, when it is exciting, when spring comes. Man is living in a strange chain, which is roughly equal to the length of your life. He can measure the color of your body and beat your soul, chasing you in the tunnel of time and space without boundaries, as if to tell you that I was going to follow you, you are my master.
Does a man's chain tie him? Or wish her a helping hand? It's fun to see if this person domesticates the chains that follow you all his life. You can tell people exactly what kind of temperament he has, just like other people's advice, if he is not easy to get along with, it's even more difficult to climb mountains. With half-faith and half-doubt, you go into the man, even into his world, and see the terror and sadness in his heart. You fear that staying in her world will only make him a complainer about the world.
I'm also looking up at the stars. I won't stop looking at the mountains under the blue sky in the mirror because there are obstacles on the ground. This mountain blocked people's motivation to move forward, and failed to approach Lao Tzu and Chuang Tzu. It made me and the people around me become northerners who liked spicy food, drank heavily, spoke boldly and had a simple heart. I'm also wondering if the northerners can really be the leaders of the nation in this century.
At least there have been many great novelists in our north. Although they are far less powerful than Lu Xun, a southern writer, at least they have represented the voice of Chinese writers and the lead of the times. Some people say that Chinese literature has constantly widened its distance from world literature and is increasingly unable to represent the voice of the world. Our rapid progress in science and economy has failed to bring about an outstanding literary trend and to provide our nation with spiritual guidance and a path of soul emancipation.
My mother's generation only knows how to fight hard, no matter the direction is right or wrong, as long as they do their best to get a good result. My mother also got what she wanted and fulfilled some of her dreams, but her way was very rough and hard. A woman has to shoulder the burden of the whole family, which can really make a woman physically and mentally exhausted. Men and women are born unequal. Women occupy men's seats. Men can only stand. Men who can only stand need not do too much.
They think that if there are women running in front of me, I don't have to work so hard, so hard, I can completely devote myself to my world, or play mahjong, or do nothing inefficiently. In my mind, women only need to have a good job or something to do. They don't have to work too much. They need to let their husbands finish the money-making work. Great men are mostly the result of excellent wife training, and earning more money can make their women happier.
A man's mission is not just to support his family, which is so simple and primitive. Men must think about how to open up an era for their families, how to build a perfect castle for their wives, women can quietly enjoy living in. Although men grow old because of a promise, women's dreams are fulfilled and men experience different storms in their lives. Life is a promise, is a sentence, a sentence created a great man, from the mediocre life, farewell to the era of the ancestors in step, let oneself become a model of this family.
Who can imagine that Qi Baishi's great efforts and heartache before he became famous were all due to his desire to support his family, just like a grain of sand can only make glass if it enters the rolling environment of high temperature. The opaque things can not only illuminate others, but also illuminate themselves. But in fact, there is no order in the rhythm of such illumination. A seed, a branch, a piece of paper, can only bear beautiful fruits after a hundred trials. This fruit can be eaten, because people's hearts are filled with awe and remembrance, so that such fruits can enter other people's or their own museums.
I don't like being put in museums. I don't want to be the object of public admiration. It's like a person in a cage with a label of rare animals and animals on it. It says it's from Africa, it's from Antarctica, it's from Australia. In the box which is sought after by many people, I lost my freedom, my world is full of noise, my world has lost mystery, my privacy has no respect at all, I am deeply trapped in the confused world. There is no motive for creation without silence and grief in the hearts of people with too much noise in the world. The world is so close to itself that the day of death is near.
Will I be on the way to personal death like those prophets or saints? Will I end my life with guns or medicines? I definitely will not, because I have no right to end other people's lives, nor do I try my best to end my own lives. Just because I am a Christian. I am a man in the shackles of my soul, not a free man. As I pray on my way here every day, I do not ask for wealth, status, reputation and other things from God. Because I only want to be like King David, whom my Lord likes, to serve God all his life, to feel the glory of God, and to see the glory of God when I die. To give glory to God is the greatest prayer and desire of my life, nothing else.