I am I am fireworks of different colors. How to write this essay?

There is no need to dodge and live for the life I like, no need to be in vain, just stand in the bright corner, I am I am a firework of different colors

Every narcissistic person , the result is that they all fly towards the fire they lit. He was complicit in the fire. He burned himself into a handful of ashes, and the most dazzling night sky, clean and clear, illuminated the flowers near the water.

Cold, light, cool... After finding the text, I found a key. After opening it, I saw that the room was filled with the green flavor of time. The famous photographer Xiao Quan said: After I decided on photography, I knew my certainty.

Sure, what an important decision.

In this life of slight uncertainty, we do need a confirmation.

Are you sure you should live a mediocre and stable life, or be as brilliant as fireworks? Should we waste up time honestly, or squeeze through the tunnel of time to see its reality and horror?

Many times, I think of the cross-strait fireworks when I was a teenager. Standing on the city, watching the lights outside the city flickering on and off, staring at the stars in a daze, looking at the flowers and crying, it turns out that everything has been planted a long time ago - I am the humble seed in the wind, who can Fly to where? Later, I saw a lot of fireworks, the fireworks on the opposite mountain beside the Yellow River in Lanzhou, the fireworks on both sides of the Pearl River... I like fireworks so much. They exude human affection little by little, lingering with the irritability and uneasiness in this world. It is these fireworks that transform the world. Two thousand pounds of ground let the years go by, and go on... What is unforgettable is the fireworks on both sides of the Jialing River, riding the light rail, passing through the city, over and over again. I almost burst into tears watching the fireworks. I was intoxicated in it, feeling the city's embrace and indulgence of me. The ghosts emanating from my bones made me want to stop. I turned my head out the window and looked at the gurgling water of the Jialing River. It flows endlessly, watching the fireworks at Victoria Harbor in Kowloon, Hong Kong, and the icy blue mandrills; watching the fireworks on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, which are more passionate and more beautiful... The National Day was in Tianjin a few days ago, and I watched it on the 17th floor of the Haihe Hotel. Fireworks rose up on both sides of the Haihe River, lighting up the entire brilliant night in an instant... And I was the passing firework, revealing that I was a bit green in color. Compared to a young man, I was indeed green and wet. Green, dripping onto the lapels of the years, looking at a large area... I am obsessed with the traces that the years have left on me.

Duras said, "If I didn't write, I would massacre the whole world." I know that she was just saying that. If she didn't write, she would be an ordinary woman who would get married and have children. , maybe I would curse with my hands on my hips like a shrew. If I didn’t write, I wouldn’t have so much trembling, sadness, despair, joy, and I wouldn’t see the other self, how full, how ethereal, how violent. .

"In the text, I extend my violence, suffocating love to the point where there is nowhere to hide. What makes me want to cry is my violence." I reiterated Duras's words, The desire to kill was a constant in her life, she said, and she said there was an inexplicable attachment to the land that produced mangoes, the black rivers of the south and the plains where rice was grown.

So, what do I belong to?

Intense evil? Evil to the point of sadness. I always thought I was beautifully vulnerable, quite the opposite, no I'm not. I am not like this. I am obsessed with things that are like opium. Words, time, and love all have the properties of opium, exuding rosemary. Just like I am more obsessed with a person's old age, showing homely things and fireworks. Maybe, Just chat together, read a book, or do nothing, just be in a daze, waiting for time to pass...

Everything will pass.

In this life, I have different fireworks, ice, fire and bright blue. When they bloom to their fullest, I see another myself