I went to the theater today to watch "My Love in the Starry Sky". After watching the music, I couldn't stand up while sitting in the distance. I resisted the urge to cry a few times and chose to walk quietly in the cold wind. Just find a bench and write some thoughts. The idea is very shallow, after all, this is only a vulgar person who has seen a small part of a great man's life.
"Starry Night" is my favorite painting, probably not one of them. That's why I chose to watch this movie. My favorite is the starlight in it and the deep darkness behind the starlight. I don't know if it should be called loneliness. Still gorgeous. Before I saw it, I only knew that Van Gogh was a great painter who was not recognized during his lifetime. He cut off his own ear and finally killed himself. I never thought about why he wanted to kill himself, and I never thought about whether he actually killed himself. This movie is animated by hand-painted by more than 100 people, telling people the state of Van Gogh during his lifetime and some doubts about his death, but the final conclusion may be that he is at least living alone and not brilliant, but he But it is to live a good life for himself.
I have been thinking about why people live for a long time, because it is difficult for a person to be famous in history. When everyone who knew you died, a person really died, so why do ordinary people like us still live? There is no hindrance in dying now, and it makes no difference. Van Gogh was so lonely before he died, so why is he still alive? He said to his younger brother "If I cloud have been one of them" before he died, he was so incomprehensible that he couldn't even be one of us. What a bleak death and how disheartening the people were! But he at least gave me an answer that he is alive, just to prove that an unknown person, the lowest person in a society can also create wonderful things, and when people see his paintings, they can say: This person thinks so deeply, Observed so delicately.
I am confused by some great people, that is, free and easy literati like Su Shi and Li Bai. They have lost a little delicacy of literati, and have a lot of generosity and freedom that is different from ordinary people. Or a leader like Chairman Mao Lincoln, who still came up with an answer in the face of such hardships, walked on firmly, and wrote a magnificent chapter of "ask the vast land, who is in charge of ups and downs". I may never get to this level in my life, I'm so vulgar, I'm often caught up in trivial things, maybe it's just a coward who gets ridiculed.
Van Gogh's loneliness should not only be felt by me, the endless darkness, the hopeless future, not understood, received all kinds of blows and all kinds of ridicule, but it will continue tomorrow, that is Fear of the future. Death is such a difficult word to say, and a very difficult thing to do. Vincent van Gogh found his love and painted with all his might, probably just to forget the loneliness, the overwhelm of being unable to sleep late at night. And I'm also trying to keep myself busy and not have so many thoughts and feelings every day.
At present, I have found a little answer to living, and that is to prove that I have a meaning to come into the world, to make those who have looked down on me feel fear and regret. We are not born great, but we may be able to use our own efforts to make ourselves a little bit greater than when we came, then we can't say that life is not worth it, even if one person remembers you, no one will be better than when we came Remember you are much better. But I still can't change my pessimism. Maybe some people are born to live in pain. Although they may not be able to get a big job after suffering their minds and starve their bodies, at least they can grow a little.
Sitting on the bench for a long time, my hands are too stiff to fight, the sun has gradually set, and it is time for me to set off. Even if the sunset is about to set in front of me, as long as the road is my own road, I can go wherever I want. reach that place. Van Gogh thought so too. He would go crazy and cut off his own ears from time to time, but he still walked his own way when he was calm. Death is not sad, but it is wonderful to be cut with golden light like wheat.
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