In the writing class, the teacher talked about how to accumulate materials in life, suggesting that we "date the inner artist", this sentence is like a drizzle, let me throw away the extra umbrella, it touches my every nerve, immediately become tender and sensual. Yes, now I am not writing a love poem to the artist in my heart with words, am I not?
Everyone's heart, there lives an artist
From childhood, we are covered with the talent of artists. On our first day of arrival, we are using the insight of an artist to want to embrace the whole world that our eyes can see, our ears can smell, and our hands can touch. Before we had even learned to speak, we were already singing with the beautiful voice of an artist in the most primitive and purest of feelings. Later, we picked up paintbrushes, danced, built block sculptures, and asked all the 100,000 reasons that artists struggle with.
Growing up, we will follow the favorite music rhythm, will read out loud favorite sentences, will like the movie tears smile, will like the scenery will press the shutter, will wear favorite clothes, eat favorite food, see favorite exhibitions, hold the hand of favorite people ...... We can surface cold as ice, but inside is passionate! like fire, will always meet with childhood preferences in meditation, in the dream back to the carefree angel ......
That artist is very lonely, need you and ta talk
But most of the time, we are taking care of the outside of that practical, ambitious, the Eyes blinded by utilitarianism and temptation. Or that lazy, pathetic person who never thinks and wastes his time in a confused way. They have forgotten that there is still an artist living in the heart, no one cares about ta for a long time, ta light a talent nowhere to show, only occasionally from our tired eyes to see a trace of the impulse to look back.
When did we become obtuse, in addition to nine to five is a couch potato. A flower on the side of the road, a cloud in the sky, can not enter the blank eyes, a thank you from others, a smile, can not move the stiff heart. But create moving is the artist's specialty ah, can tell ta, we look up to the sky, low road, around the people, a person silently bear things ......
Finally one day, you also become an artist
Walking in the evening road, see the Older people in the gleeful square dance, singing old songs, remembering the gray hair in every tourist attraction, see the photography, calligraphy, painting in the senior university, feel that they are real folk artists. After a lifetime of going around in circles, I've finally come back to square one, recovered the artistic talent I had as a child, and am dating my inner artist every day. And my writing at the moment, as well as thousands of souls who are writing, is also in our way of dating art, expression of ideas, do not want to have how artistic life, but to seek an awareness of insight, do not want to have how artistic life, but to seek a life of flexibility and peace.
This love poem has only three lines, delivered into the inconspicuous grocery store, but hopefully the time and space shuttle next second return letter fell.
Listen, who is knocking on the door, is the artist in your heart.
Quickly, open the door, pick the rainbow after the rain, and ta meet to plant seven-color flowers.