The son of the weather is like Van Gogh.

This song is one of my favorite songs.

The original singer is don mclean, a folk rock singer from New York, USA. There are many classic versions of this song, such as the English female singer Ellie Goulding's version, the Irish singer Charlie Landsboro's version, Wang Ruolin's version, and the live version sung by my favorite singer, Teacher Du Lisha.

Originally, the wind was light and the clouds were light. Teacher Du Lisha's version enunciates clearly, with a nice accent and gentle singing, but it is light and vicissitudes. It's really great for people in their seventies to sing like that!

Post lyrics and translation:

A starry night

A starry night

Colour your palette blue and gray.

Colour your palette gray and blue.

Look out in summer.

You look at summer.

With eyes that know the darkness in my soul

With those eyes that can see through the darkness in my soul

Shadows on the hills

Shadows on the hills

Draw sketches of trees and daffodils.

Outline the Woods and daffodils

Catch the breeze and the cold of winter

Catch the breeze and the cold winter.

On the snowy flax land

Presented on a snow-white canvas

Now I understand.

Now I understand.

What you want to say to me

If you want to tell me.

And the torture you suffer for your own reason

How do you suffer for your sobriety?

How do you try to set them free?

How much you want to release them.

They don't listen, they don't know how to listen.

But they don't want to listen and don't know how to listen.

Maybe they will listen now.

Maybe they'll listen now.

A starry night

A starry night

Bright burning fiery red flowers

Flaming flowers are burning brightly.

Rotating clouds in purple mist

Vortex clouds are hidden in purple mist.

Reflected in Vincent's Chinese blue eyes

Reflected in Vincent's porcelain blue eyes

Color changes hue.

The color changes greatly.

Morning field of amber grain

Amber fields in the early morning

A weather-beaten face wrinkled with pain

A weather-beaten face engraved with pain

Be comforted by the artist's loving hands

Comfort by the artist's love.

Now I understand.

Now I understand.

What you want to say to me

If you want to tell me.

How do you suffer for your reason?

How do you suffer for your sobriety?

How do you try to set them free?

How much you want to release them.

They don't listen, they don't know how to listen.

But they don't want to listen and don't know how to listen.

Maybe they will listen now.

Maybe they'll listen now.

Because they won't love you.

Because they will never love you.

But your love is still true

But your love is so real

When there is no hope.

When there is no hope at the moment.

On that starry night

In this starry night

You took your own life, as lovers often do.

You finally get rid of the person you love for the rest of your life like a lover.

But I could have told you, Vincent.

But I want to tell you, Vincent

The world never belonged to a beautiful person like you.

The world doesn't deserve to have you so beautiful.

A starry night

A starry night

The portrait hangs in the empty hall.

The portrait hangs in the empty hall.

A frameless head on the nameless wall

There is a boundless head on the nameless wall.

Look at the world with your eyes and don't forget it.

A pair of eyes stare at this unforgettable world.

Like a stranger you've ever met.

Just like those strangers you meet.

A man in rags

Those who are in rags and miserable circumstances.

Silver thorn on a bloody rose

The silver thorn of a bloody rose

Lying on the first snow, broken

Lying broken in this white snow.

Now I think I know.

Now I think I understand.

What you want to say to me

If you want to tell me.

And the torture you suffer for your own reason

How do you suffer for your sobriety?

How do you try to set them free?

How much you want to release them.

They won't listen, and they won't listen now

But they don't want to listen, and they don't listen now.

Maybe they will never.

Maybe they will never understand.

If you like Van Gogh, have seen the movie Falling in Love with Van Gogh and eat it with this song, you will probably cry.

The first lyric is Van Gogh's masterpiece "Starry Sky", also called "Starry Night". The original painting is on display in new york Museum of Modern Art, and friends who have the opportunity can go and have a look.

Van Gogh's life is full of "failure" in the secular sense. It has no fame and fortune, no love, no poverty, no coldness and no destruction. In Baudelaire's words, it can be summarized as "He was born. He paints. He is dead. The wheat field was golden, and a flock of crows screamed and flew across the sky. "

I don't want to use secular labels or comments to describe Van Gogh, loneliness or greatness, madness or saints, factions or achievements. As long as I think that even after the death of a man like Van Gogh, future generations will only use a few numbers to sum it up, I suddenly feel that everything is boring.

As small as my generation, how many people spend their whole lives trying to make a fool of themselves and working hard for their dreams that they will never catch. Without the shadow of my father, there is no shortcut, so I have to work hard with my own hands. I always get hurt, I cry, I stumble, I can't find my way, so I can only grit my teeth and dry my tears and move on.

There is no fairness in this world, and the pay will never be equal. Some people are nosy people whose capital is full of us. Most of them treat you as lonely, helpless and poor. Some people have worked hard all their lives and may never achieve "success" in the secular sense.

Where did you get so many "successes"? Sometimes it's not so bad to live an ordinary life and do what you like seriously, is it? Go straight ahead. Where will it go? Who cares!

For Vincent, the details of life are neither trivial nor humble. It's the same to us.

Finally, post a letter from Van Gogh to his younger brother Theo:

"There may be a flourishing fire in our hearts, but no one takes it to warm themselves; Passers-by only saw a wisp of smoke from the chimney and ignored it. Now let me look at you. What should I do? People must keep their inner fire, slowly but surely, and wait patiently. The person sitting next to it may stop. How anxious I am. "

There is a similar saying on the Internet:

There is a fire in everyone's heart.

People passing by can only see smoke.

But there will always be someone

Someone can always see the fire.

Then come and stay with me.

I saw his fire in the crowd.

I walked quickly over.

I'm afraid that if I slow down, he will be submerged.

In the dust of the years

I take my passion with me

My indifference

My anger

My tenderness

And irrational belief in love.

Walking out of breath.

I stammered to him.

What's your name?

Let's start with your name.

And then everything happened.

Let me check, this close-up was not written by Van Gogh, this close-up was not written by Van Gogh, and this close-up was not written by Van Gogh! ! ? ! But it's also good.

Post some more letters from Van Gogh to Theo (sorry, I can't help it).

When I stood beside Hislen's body, I saw that the serenity, solemnity and solemnity brought by death were in sharp contrast with the activities of the living, so that I thought his daughter was telling the truth in concise language: "He has got rid of the burden of life, and we will continue to bear it." The reason why we are so attached to the past days is that although we are depressed, we still have happy moments. We keep the memories of everything we love, which will come to me when we are old. They didn't die, just fell asleep. It is beneficial to collect the treasures in memory.

But, brother, as long as we struggle, we can live.

Buy other things that I don't necessarily have, but these things will distract me from my absolutely necessary study.

They show a spirit of resurrection and rebirth-a spirit that lives despite death. The spirit will not die, just fall asleep.

But because I am doing what I really want to do, I still feel happy.

It is a memorable thing to finish school. Whoever wants to gain social status must go through many hardships.

Therefore, I must go forward bravely, and I can't stand still or go back.

If a person grasps and understands a certain knowledge well, then he also has the ability to insight and understand a lot of knowledge.

Those who live seriously and encounter many difficulties and setbacks without giving in are more valuable than those who always go with the wind and seek a relatively better life.

Even if you make many mistakes, you should keep high spirits, which is better than being narrow-minded and too cautious. Just love a lot of things, only in this way can there be real power. Whoever loves more will do more and achieve more. Do things with love, and things will be done well. If a person insists on loving what is truly worthy of love, instead of wasting love on unimportant, worthless and meaningless things, he will gradually get more light and become stronger. Sometimes, it is best for a person to go deep into society and talk to the people, and he is often forced to do so. However, whoever prefers to do his own work quietly and alone, with few friends, can safely walk the road of life and become one of all beings. Even in an elegant crowd, under the best environment and conditions, one must maintain the essence of a hermit, otherwise, he will lose his roots. One must never let the fire in the soul come out, but it must never go out. Whoever chooses poverty for himself, who loves poverty, will have unlimited wealth and always hear the call of conscience; Whoever hears and obeys the call of conscience is the best gift from God, who will find friends from that call and will never be lonely.

Many people will undoubtedly think it foolish and superstitious to still believe that things will get better. Sometimes, the bones and muscles are cold in winter, and some people say it's too cold. But if summer comes, what am I worried about? Evil things will flourish for a while. However, whether we admit it or not, the cold will eventually end, and one morning the wind will change and we will see the snow melt. Comparing the climate with our mood and situation-they are as changeable and varied as the climate-I still have hope for a better change.

When I walk in the street, I often feel lonely and abandoned, and I am almost sick and miserable. There is nothing in my pocket. I followed them as if those poor women with the same situation and experience were my sisters. You know, I've felt this way for a long time, and it's deeply rooted. Even when I was a child, I looked up at the faces of women whose faces had not completely faded with infinite sympathy and even admiration. On that face, it seems to say: real life has left its mark here. The priest's God is dead to me.

I don't care much about what the world says, just as that person doesn't care about correct morality. It is enough for him to look like a gentleman on the surface; But I think the most important thing is not to cheat or abandon a woman.

Love, like nature, will wither and sprout, but it will not die out completely. The tide rises and falls, but it is still the sea. In love, whether for women or for art, there will be times of exhaustion and weakness. Here, I regard friendship and love as an emotion, an action that requires strength and activity, and fatigue and impatience are the consequences. Because it is love that makes a person's thinking clearer and more agile than before. The difference between a person before and after getting love is like the difference between an unlit lamp and a lighted lamp. Love makes a person handle many things more calmly, thus making him more suitable for his job.