A boy with a halo will also be blinded by the light
"Why is there just one person in just a few strokes?" This is the boy's question after seeing a picture book for the first time. Can only the outline be used to express it? But he was driven into the room and trapped. Later, the boy lost his picture book, and all his questions were torn apart by countless test papers, but he had no right to throw away the black and white words on the paper.
His childhood was over. Nothing like the roar and beauty of fireworks dissipated, leaving only a few sparks burning in my heart. Inexplicably, 18 years have passed and he has not remembered the faces of the two people in his family. Maybe it is because he always lowers his eyes and looks up at the vivid people outside the window from the house.
Bang. That spark joined the wood of time and turned into a blazing fire. The flame has forgotten its original intention and just wants to burn the past. He fled that home and went to the city. Within a year, he received fruits grown by his family that were rotten and smelly.
The so-called home was completely empty. He returned to the small town and lived alone. I silently paid off my mortgage and relied on the contents of my childhood painting book to make a living by painting. He hated flowers, and their fragrance always reminded him of the carnations washed in hot water in the vase of his childhood; he was also obsessed with flowers, and would pass by a cozy flower shop every time he went out. He copied the shape of the petals in his mind through the glass, and thought about the beautiful withered appearance.
Until that day, the flower shop owner opened the door and accidentally bumped into him in the dark. Out of love for beauty and all kinds of things, the man named Song Han held Painter Xu's hand and called Xu Wan. After that encounter, the boy had a "Cuddle Monster" who was as sticky and sweet as chewing gum.
Their encounter is destined to bring about gentle moonlight, gently falling on the sharp ice. Wait until winter, the melted ice water will fall on the blooming ice flower petals, follow the lines, and scatter on the ground.
Intention: I hope more people can look directly into their hearts and hug themselves gently