Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 212 (Spring Breeze Dyeing Brushes)
The mottled spring light changes in a blink of an eye to the withered yellow of the twilight years, it is a flash of spring and autumn, how many years of color growth is going to best gather into my sea.

The color is the countless silent pauses in my late night. The decadent and poetic Huaton pen is because the paint in my hand cannot paint the full bloom in my expectation, and the blooming is because of the desire for color. I think It started from countless late nights when I stopped writing, and I found that color is not only the light reflected into the retina, but also the common language of life, all senses and things. What I want to paint is not a picture that emerges in my mind, but a simple sway Color painting has become chic and difficult to move. My brush seems to be sliding on the lake without any wrinkles. The white clouds are lying lazily and have not yet fallen. This gray world said good night to me, turn on the lights, and go to sleep.

The desire to smear color is not presumptuous, you close your eyes to see that all the moving words are overwhelmingly colorful All the bitterness, bitterness and sadness are all well-known as the undercurrent of cool colors, there is no need to recall everything that is deeply imprinted in my heart They have their own unique colors, occupying a distinct place in the clutter of thoughts, they are proclaiming wantonly, but quietly lurking when I close my eyes, they will swarm up and cover my eyes.

In fact, what I want to paint is the group of people I have met, whether they are confidantes or meet by chance, they are like strands of color that illuminate my youth, enriching the passengers of life, and a drop of tears on a blank scroll will also reflect thousands colorful talent.

But the color does not wait for people to change endlessly with nature and the countless floating lights around me. I love spring if I offer a sincere hymn to the spring flowers every day. Blowing, with the lushness and prosperity of summer, the dust of time falls between the cool breeze, which means that the colors of spring are not worthy of my love, are they worth my waiting?It is the process, and it is also the moment when we pick up the paintbrush and wake up leisurely. Color is the inspiration of the moment, the spark that gradually fades away, and life is full of brilliance.

The crowd is constantly flowing, like a swaying movie film around you, you carry your own color to the place you want to go, in fact, I also want to draw custom colors so that I can make a pilgrimage to black and white in the mottled youth, in the black and white world Seeing the colors in the eyes, we are all lonely stars who never change. While embracing the colorful world, we never change the beliefs that remain in our hearts. The meteor, rushing forward in the fiery recklessness, did not illuminate yourself with the bright light, but was cut by the thorns on the side of the road. Can you live out your own color in this life!
It turned out that I was also brilliant, and I was able to travel through the years and glory, but my steps were too hasty.

(End of this chapter)