Reflections on reading primary colors

Watching a dream, but waking up halfway.

A word of primary color. 12, the road shows a tragic dream.

Two years ago, the author wandered in an unknown town and walked repeatedly on the two-point and one-line trajectory at home and in the studio. Summer there is sultry and humid, and the asphalt road smells of plastic warming everywhere. The town where the author lives is so self-centered, noisy and hoarse, but there is no vitality at all. But in this case, the author is not tired, because dreams, painting dreams. She learned a song with a light and ethereal tune.

"What are you pursuing? Please don't stop, there is no beginning and no end ... "

She said she used to hum it until dawn.

When I read this, my heart was slightly sour. What is our attitude towards dreams? Perhaps the flood of time has already drowned the enthusiasm; Maybe you still remember that so-called dream; Or maybe, you have been working hard for that dream, and no matter what difficulties you encounter, you are brave enough to move forward.

In July, acacia flowers were carried away, which was particularly prosperous. The author looked up on the way to the studio. She tried to find Van Gogh's right ear. So she met a girl named Right Ear on a quiet afternoon.

The right ear wonders why the author's eyes are so clear that he can't see the past but only the bloody present; The right ear says that the author is a strange person; Your right ear tells the author that you are unhappy.

The author says that the beauty she and her right ear yearn for is too thin and fragile to be contaminated with dust.

Two girls with the same dream. They look forward to the beauty of their dreams. But, really thin. I love them deeply, and I love that shaky dream.

What is before us is the cruel reality that we must face. In this era, I want to stick to my dream. Finally, I found it really difficult to persist. Perhaps because of parents' opposition, perhaps because of their own conditions, perhaps because of those external conditions. I want to ask, when you are faced with this, do you still feel that you are willing to persist?

Right ear finally succeeded in resisting her parents. But the author chose silent obedience. Her heart began to burst and hiss, waiting to collapse.

Faced with some things, there is nothing we can do.

Starry night. Where is Van Gogh? Where is the right ear? She forgot the joys and sorrows.

Sour. Dreams are always dreams. It can suddenly pull away in the middle.

This is reality, naked, subverting us again and again.

I remember a passage from my right ear: "There are actually only three colors in the whole world: blue, red and yellow. They are primary colors, existing in a fixed form, but developing in the direction of freedom. Even if the final results are complicated and colorful, they can all be traced back to the source, and the primary colors are still the original ones. Son, it is our dream to squander color. No matter what happens in the future, dreams will not change. "

No matter ... it won't change ...

But the reality is ...

In order to dream, we become more and more like Kuafu, but when we fall, we are not even qualified to become a peach grove.

Will you give in to reality for your dreams?

Do you want to continue your dream?

No matter what your answer is, we must remember that from the beginning, we must stick to our dreams, even if we are defeated by reality in the end, as long as we have fought for them, we will have a clear conscience.

In fact, no one was knocked down.