It turned out that I had been carrying the same black color, blocking myself in the ivory tower, confused about family, friendship and education. Since reading Li Bai, I realized that I was wandering on the left side of happiness. "This night in the song heard broken willow, why people can not afford the love of the old garden" In winter, the wind is cold, I do not think I am strong enough to wear a down jacket. With me, there are a lot of brave people, but when they are shivering, their parents are like timely rain generally bring clothes, warmth. Seeing this, I am particularly envious, can not help but a sour nose: my parents will not be so good to me, they will certainly blame me for wearing too little, I cower, snailed in a corner of the classroom, recalling the warmth of the family, I found myself as Li Bai, see the scene of sadness. I don't know how long, perhaps hallucinating, I saw my mother holding the clothes outside the window smiling at me, but the corner of the mouth of the water vapor is so clearly visible. At this time, there is clearly liquid from the corner of my eye overflow, slide down, sweet. Thanks to Li Bai. "Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun sends me love" I envy Li Bai, have Wang Lun such a confidant, and then the beautiful scenery can not be compared to, and I can only be on the shadow of self-pity, to the scene of silence, I have been strangers with her. I don't remember why we quarreled at that time, it's just a small thing, but we can't open our mouths, we can't let go of the so-called dignity, as for today, I don't know how to express it. I don't want this friendship to disappear, so I wrote this in my essay, hoping that the teacher would help me answer. But the teacher read it out in front of me, and my face was burning: it's over, she's going to know! The teacher still read the voice: "Remember when I was young, you love to talk about the day I love to laugh ...... Then I do not know how it is, dreaming of flowers know how much ...... Peach Blossom Pond water depth of a thousand feet, not as much as Wang Lun sent me love. " Especially the last sentence, he read especially loud, I have felt the mountain heavy water is no way out. When I secretly looked up at her, like an electric shock, she actually smiled at me, I was flabbergasted, and then I felt that the darkness was bright and clear. Thank you Li Bai! "The long wind will break the waves sometimes, hanging straight from the cloud sails to help the sea" I think the qualification is not low, but lack of perseverance, courage in learning! I lost another exam, I was very frustrated, just when I was studying Li Bai's "Hard to Walk", I was impressed by his spirit of defying the ice and snow! He had a bumpy road and a disappointing life, but still did not lose the courage to move forward. If I can ride the waves, I will be able to make a new impression. Since then, I've been working hard, and I've made good progress. Thanks to Li Bai! Under the guidance of Li Bai, I am swimming in the left side of happiness, and the door of success is not far away for me to open! [Comment] this article to the lead of Li Bai, "I wandered in the left side of happiness" purpose, can be said to "close" clear, solid. In the way of combining three fragments, borrowing three lines of Li Bai's poem, combining the understanding of the poem with "my" personal life, interpreting "my" understanding of family, friendship and the pursuit of life, can be said to be "put" freely. It can be said to be "free". Under the guidance of Tao Yuanming, I can leisurely see the south mountain while picking chrysanthemums under the east hedge. --Those things that happened in the past, like a faded movie. The grass has been burned mercilessly by time, and only the innocent girl in the photo remains. Everything has changed, but the only thing that has not changed is Tao Yuanming's famous lines and my clean and transparent state of mind just like his. I have been living under Tao Yuanming's guidance. I was five years old. With a shallow memory and imperfect consciousness. My father taught me to memorize Tang and Song poems with a book. He read, "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely seeing the south mountain." I followed suit, perhaps subconsciously sharing Tao Yuanming's joy and leisure, and I quickly learned the poem, which I recited to everyone out of a child's desire to show off. My poor pronunciation drew laughter and praise from the crowd, and I liked these two verses even more. Ten years old. A span of years and knowledge. I was full of joy when I looked through my childhood books again, and when I casually flipped through the pages, "Picking Chrysanthemums Under the East Fence, Seeing the South Mountain at Ease" came into my sight, and the two lines touched the warmest and most humid place in my heart, and I pulled my father to tell me the meaning of the poem, and when my father was talking about the poem, he remembered the old home, and his mood was extremely excited, and he said, "The old home is also such a beautiful place. There is such a beautiful place back home, with endless paddy fields, crystal clear water ponds, rolling hills and beautiful sunsets, and there is no fighting or social hassles, so happy." With time difference as the horizontal axis and development as the vertical line to establish a plane coordinate system, I was in the middle of it, but I didn't know where I was, and I was so confused that I only knew that it must be very beautiful. Fifteen years old. Unique ideas and individual opinions. The textbook formally appeared "Picking chrysanthemums under the east hedge, leisurely seeing the south mountain." The teacher asked, "What did you read?" I raised my hand and said what I remembered at the age of ten together with my own thoughts, the teacher smiled and praised me, I was particularly excited ...... sixteen. Now. I remember when I was fifteen years old, I seem to be saying: "Tao Yuanming away from the dust and clamor, the heart is not empty barren, is full of pure, no complicated thoughts, only simple and beautiful small happiness. I also want to be like him, do simple and true to themselves, throw away all the dirty distractions, enjoy the simple beauty, with sincere and sincere new treatment of everyone." Yes, be pure, beautiful, simple and transparent yourself, a good boy does not tell lies. I was led by Tao Yuanming, gradually growing up.
A thousand years later.
A little girl was reading after her father: "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely seeing the south mountain."
There is a clean and transparent state of mind that is being reincarnated.
[Commentary] This article is clear and chronological, describing the growth of "me", which really reflects the theme of "I am under the guidance of ......" is the key.
The main part of the "I" "five years old", "ten years old", "fifteen years old", The main part of the book is based on four different age groups such as "I", "five years old", "ten years old", "fifteen years old", "sixteen years old", etc. Based on the Taoist poem "Picking Chrysanthemums Under the East Fence, Seeing the South Mountain at Ease", the book illustrates the golden childhood and the magnificent teenage life of oneself.
What's more commendable is that the three sections of text from "1,000 years later ......" to the end seem to be serpentine, but it expands the article to another level, letting people feel the great cultural inheritance, nurturing our great nation, endless. The article has a broader vision. I was led by Du Fu </FONT> casually take a book of Tang poetry, gaze for a long time. Suddenly, from the title page stepped out a ragged old man, he used a broken bamboo stick to turn over the "Poetry Sage's Life in Four Parts" heavily, I concentrate on the breath, carefully read up. The 24-year-old Du Fu, full of ambition, stood at the foot of Mount Tai looking up and sighing: "Swinging his chest into the clouds, and his eyes into the return of the birds," this magnificent scene, and suddenly had a heroic spirit, and wrote: "When the top of the world, a glimpse of the mountains." He began to envision the long journey of his own literary thought and designed a grand blueprint for his own poetic art. His youthful vigor and boldness undoubtedly laid a solid foundation for the heyday of Tang poetry. This kind of spirit has inspired many generations of students! Tenderness The marvelous beauty of nature and the prosperity of the early Tang Dynasty endowed Du Fu with another aspect of his character: tenderness and delicacy. "Good rain knows the time of the year, when spring comes, it happens. With the wind into the night, moist and silent", this slow lyric, this soft words, is his love of nature, passionate eulogy of life. "Two yellow oriole song cui-liu, a line of egrets on the blue sky", "stay in the play butterfly when things, since the delicate warbler cha-cha cry", how refreshing picture, how intoxicating mood ah! The tender Du Fu said from the bottom of his heart: beauty comes from nature! The Anshi Rebellion completely shattered his youthful dreams and passions. Standing at the highest point of literature, he saw the desolation and decadence of "the country is broken, the grass and trees are deep in the city in spring", and heartily uttered the mournful cry: "the flower splashes tears when feeling the time, and the bird is frightened when hating to say goodbye"! From then on, Du Fu began to turn his attention from the beautiful mountains and rivers to the rise and fall of the Tang Dynasty, he was concerned about the society, concerned about the suffering of the people, he cried out: "peace of mind in ten million buildings, sheltering the world's poor people are happy, the wind and rain do not move as well as a mountain! Woo-hoo! When will I see this house in front of my eyes, my hut is broken by the cold death is also enough!" Worried about the world's worries of Du Fu, and few respondents, he was outraged, indignation, wrote "three officials", "three", the decline of the dark reality of the Tang dynasty, bloody stripped out, and finally found the root cause of the demise of the dynasty! Anxiety is the essence of the Sage of Poetry! Indignation is the soul of the Sage of Poetry! The helplessness of the ancient sages are all lonely! The lonely Du Fu shook the world with his words, but he was unable to restore the Li Dynasty's growing decadence. The helpless Du Fu, can only borrow objects to compare themselves: "floating what like, heaven and earth a sand gull"! Can only borrow Zhuge Liang self-metaphor: "The work cover three countries, the name into eight array map." At the time of old age and death in his homeland, Zhuge Liang's life sent out a sad and compassionate feelings: "the division is not yet successful body first death, long make heroes tears in the lapel." Leaving behind a thousand years of hatred! Dufu's life, is helpless to do the main tune, hate to do the end of the mournful melody! Close the book, cover the face and think, hazy I saw Du Fu that broken bamboo cane pointing in a direction, after hesitation, I think I should go resolutely ...... I was under the guidance of Yamashita Tomohisa, I know a person, he has excellent appearance, silly smile, a lot of fans, movie fans. He will write a diary every day, every day, to all those who like him, even if he is busy, tired, and only has three words to tell us that he is fine. I know someone who, like everyone else, likes to play and be free. But he works hard alone in the art world without freedom, he doesn't let us see his suffering, his tiredness. I know someone who stood out among hundreds of great people to become the captain of a group, who has an excellent body, great acting skills, and many, many dreams. For example: to have a concert at Tokyo Dome. And of course he succeeded in leading the members to have concert after concert in Tokyo Dome. He always inspired me, he taught me to always work hard, he taught me not to give up on my dreams, and he taught me to do my best. He said, "Officially, it's because of the dream that you persevere." "Even if you fail, you can at least face the next step forward with a happy heart than giving up without doing anything." "I want to look into your eyes and say thank you one by one." Even just a few words like that brought tears to my eyes. He's so good and still works so hard, so how can I lose to him. Because so to cheer with him. Some people like him just for his appearance, but in my heart, his inner self has long surpassed his near-perfect appearance. He earns a lot of money, but never spend, he will donate all the change, save, he will cheer for a stranger. He's frugal, he's filial, and he's well-behaved. This is the kind of person I want to follow and work hard with forever. Under his leadership, one day I will be as good as him, and even if I'm not, I'll have no regrets if I've tried as hard as he did. This person who leads me is someone who will grow to be a favorite, someone who has always struggled. At his Bar Mitzvah, he wrote "Teru" because he, too, wants to lead us, and he wants to be a person who has something to be admired, not an idol who is just an exterior but has no substance. His name is Tomohisa Yamashita. In the days to come, he will remain a beacon of endeavor in my life, always leading me. I will continue to work hard in the best direction. I am under the leadership of Bakhtin, who has long since passed away, however, his soul has never left the slightest bit, his laughter, his tears, his anger, his sadness, are intact in his words and lines, never wear out. I love Bakhtin's books, but I love him even more for his wonderful words and phrases full of emotion. "Friendship in my past life is like a bright light, shining cut my soul." Bakhtin once wrote. Indeed, birds need nests, spiders need webs, but people need friendship. Friendship is a necessary factor for success, which is called "no good parents inside, no strict teachers and friends outside, and fewer people can be successful." Guan Zhong - a generation of wise minister. When he was young, if not for Bao Shuya's generosity, he would have starved to death on the street. If it were not for Bao Shuya's generous recommendation, he might have been killed in the execution ground. Let's talk about Han Xin! After he was captured by Liu Bang, he talked to Xiao He many times. Tentatively called Xiao He as his "half friend", he could abandon all affairs for the sake of Han Xin, and even tried to persuade Liu Bang to appoint Han Xin. Imagine "half-friend" is still so, not to mention beneficial friends. "Friendship is a sacred thing, it is the most virtuous mother of generosity and honor, the sister of gratitude and kindness, the mortal enemy of hatred and greed, it is always ready to lay down its life for the sake of others, and it is completely out of its own free will, without the entreaty of others. --It is always ready to lay down its life for others, and does so of its own free will, without any entreaty from others. To have friendship is to have many good qualities at the same time. Today's teenagers know how to enjoy themselves alone, not caring about the hard work and feelings of others, and they do not know how to be thankful to their parents, which is a precursor to crisis! However, a friend can solve this crisis. Having a friend is the same as having a sibling. With the passage of time and the deepening of feelings, selfish souls will naturally learn to share and work together. This enables them to reach the stage of "generosity". As for honor, it is the same as success. Friends are the key to unlock the door of success, the chalice to receive the favor of the goddess of fortune. No one loses friends because of success, and no one loses success because of friends. They go hand in hand. We naturally learn to be "grateful" for the help of our friends. For friends begging for forgiveness, we naturally learn "tolerance" and understand Confucius' "love for others". Vices are possessed by everyone, but there is a difference in the amount of them. They are like the shadows of noble sentiments, although they do not appear in the light of day, but they are inseparable from them. When the sun of life rises or declines, its evil will overpower the righteousness of a mistake, and friendship is a round of eternal sunshine in the air. Although the vice will not disappear, it can be confined in the small darkness. Who would hate the one they love and who loves them? Would a righteous man who is a pot of gold begrudge the amount of a penny? Then "hate" and "greed" will be suppressed forever. Tolstoy once said, "Wealth is not a permanent friend, but a friend is a permanent wealth," and "permanent wealth" is more important than "immediate wealth". I believe that as long as there is a little bit of reason will choose the former. For those who choose the latter, I can only believe that this person is a "miser", he will never give sincere friendship. His "friendship" is only driven by profit, the temptation of money. A year ago in the summer, just for the "you do not understand me" I had a fight with two small playmates, at that time, my whole world has changed, become people feel hot, hot and suffocating, just when I was bored reading the book of Bazhajin, like a shockwave general impact on my heart, which tore open that has been dusty for a long time of memory. Our laugh, our hate ...... I know I'm wrong, her accusation, is the performance of her sincere pay ...... Bakhtin's friendship is a lamp, illuminated his soul, so that the darkness of the soul has nothing to hide. And my friendship is a rope, I am lost in this end of the rope, but she is at the end of the rope, pulling me through the "perfect" corridor, towards the glorious "success" door. Outside the window, it was dark. The ground and the buildings were swallowed up by the darkness. A world of silence and blackness was left behind. Has defected to the darkness of the tree is for the tiger, with its tall body to leave a piece of ink-colored darkness. In the sky, very few stars were fixed in the night curtain, trying hard to bloom their shining but so weak light, but in the end, they could not escape the tragedy of light being swallowed up by darkness. "It's you, isn't it! Grandpa Barkin!" I murmured as I looked at the star that hung at the bottom. It was the lowest, yet the brightest. "You are blessing your friends who are still in the world!" I smiled in relief, bowed my head, and silently wrote a line as black as night on paper as white as snow, "Friendship has been like a bright light in my past life, shining through my soul - Barking." I stopped the pen, raised his head that the eastern night ...... I was led by Confucius
Occasionally think, go back to the memory, scoop up a handful of memories, and suddenly realized that people are always wandering in the confusion and knowledge. Just like when I was 13 years old, I was always alone at the fork in the road in the face of all kinds of choices but could not bravely go forward.
That's when I realized that I had been walking forward step by step under the guidance of Confucius.
"Scholars who aspire to the Way and are ashamed of their evil clothes and food, are at the end of the line with the discussion." This is a sentence said by Confucius. When I read this sentence, it was the time when we had a strong interest in Confucius, the great educator, after having attended the Ten Rules of the Analects of Confucius. At the same time I was in a state of contradiction, when I was always thinking about materialistic enjoyment but wanted to have a higher spiritual life. Perhaps it was this statement that brought me out of this contradiction. Confucius believed that a person with great ambitions should not be obsessed and intoxicated with the material enjoyment in front of him, and he should not go after ill-gotten gains in order to pursue momentary enjoyment, thus burying his lifelong future. Reading these words made me sober up at once. If I always thought about how good a life I was going to have, and as a result left my academic performance behind, even the best of my visions would be in vain. From that time on I stopped fantasizing and just kept my feet on the ground and studied.
"The cold years and then know that the pine and cypress after withering also" This is from the "Analects of Confucius ten rules" to see. I was already having a great distaste for this type of exercise of doing a piece of literature every night. So I was at the peak of this battle of ideas when this quote popped up. Come to think of it, didn't that quote already set the stage for my choice. The only way to get the results you want is to work out consistently and relentlessly. It's the thrill of being a winner that I want to feel from the top, so I'm going to persevere and raise my willpower to the highest level.
"To know is to know, not to know is not to know, is to know" This is also from the "Analects of Confucius ten rules" to see. I always dare not ask the teacher topics, always think that simple questions to the teacher will make the teacher look down, and difficult topics to ask, the teacher told also do not understand. So I just kept on saying, "Got it, got it." Maybe it was all this self-deception over and over again that finally made my grades fall through the floor. I panicked, panicked, and went home, flipping through the book hoping to find the answer I needed in it. Eventually I found it, and I can't tell you how elated I was. I savored the idea that admitting to know what you know and admitting not to know what you don't know is the minimum pragmatic attitude for learning. I was finally enlightened. From then on, I began to be truthful, no longer false.
I grew up under the guidance of Confucius.
I seem to see more than two thousand years ago, in the warm sunshine, a kind teacher is saying to his students:
"A scholar who aspires to the Way and is ashamed of his evil clothes and food is at the end of the line of discussion."
"The years are cold and then know the pine and cypress after withering also"
"Knowing is to know, not knowing is not to know, is to know also"
...... I in Zhuge Liang The lead I have no contact with Zhuge Liang before, my life is not regular, no goal, more do not know how to struggle. But after recognizing and understanding Zhuge Liang, my life, learning have changed, Zhuge Liang, in my originally dark clouds under the blue sky left a seven-color rainbow. I became witty under the leadership of Zhuge Liang Zhuge Liang is a symbol of wisdom and morality in the eyes of the Chinese and even foreigners. In my heart is also the same, the straw boat lending arrows, Zhuge Liang use fog, and the so-called location and people, to complete the common people seem impossible to complete the military order, it is this one event, Zhuge Liang told me a lot of truth. Such as learned knowledge I can reasonably and timely use, the dead into a living. It is in the Zhuge Liang's lead, I became witty, encountered do not understand the problem can be cited, flexible use. I became calm under the leadership of Zhu-ge Liang I seem to be born a fussy, do not want to do things before and after the consequences of the girl, therefore, I quite a lot of teachers and parents teach me, I have suffered a lot of losses. Every time I want to correct, but because of impulsive and left behind. Since I met Zhuge Liang, as a military adviser, he always seemed unusually calm, when the warriors in the battlefield, he did not have to be present on the battlefield, do not have to worry about, he only need to shake a goose feather fan, make a bowl of chrysanthemum tea, set up a Go formation, you can laugh and talk about the captives in the smoke, he was calm on the battlefield, calm attitude so that I really admired, and so whenever I am impulsive, impatient, I always remind myself to be like Zhuge Liang as calm, not impulsive. So over time, I became calm, I do things can take into account the causes and consequences. Under the guidance of Zhuge Liang, I became calm, so I have more friends. I in Zhuge Liang's lead, become grateful Since I know Zhuge Liang, I have always thought that he is a person who knows how to be grateful, he is grateful to the late emperor does not mind his status is poor, and three times to look around, so he is grateful to assist Liu Zen, he is this kind of bowing to exhaustion, the spirit of dying for the world appreciated, and I am even more admired. So I also with gratitude to treat anyone and everything, so I will be grateful, my parents say I understand, classmates praise me to be helpful. My character also became more and more cheerful. I became grateful under the leadership of Zhu-ge Liang, and I also succeeded in taking another big step towards the finish line. Gradually, I have changed a lot under the leadership of Zhu-ge Liang, I have become mature, and I have more and more friends. Zhuge Liang, it is because of your inspiration, I step by step towards success, perhaps in the future, under your leadership, I will go to the final victory, and then I believe that my blue sky is no longer dark clouds, but sunny! I am under the leadership of Wang Mochizuki Wang Mochizuki that is, Wang Wei: the poet of the Sheng Tang Dynasty, the word Mochizuki, his poems are like people, handsome and ethereal, known as the beauty of poetry and painting. He can be said to be a legend among the literati of all times. He was the official prime minister, and when other literati lamented the lack of talent and the lack of a career, he was already prominent to the extreme, but he eventually resigned from his post and went into seclusion, and spent his time in front of the moon and recounted the reflections of the Zen master. --Note: Whenever he was in a dull and uneasy mood, he would spread the paper and study the ink, and repeat the song of "Walking to the water's end, sitting and watching the clouds rise" over and over again on the paper. Wang Mochizuki is a gentleman of elegance, but also an artist of life, he once canoeing the five lakes, following the example of the Vietnamese Fan Dafu while walking and chanting, "I have been idle in my heart, and the green river is tantalizingly so". As prominent as he was, as radical as he was, he also saw through everything. Nature is his most beautiful home, had been amazed, how can the filthy officialdom tolerate this plant of clear plums, savoring the poems he wrote in the officialdom, never lack of seclusion, clarity. Doubtful, but read one after another, I finally understand, his heart has a poetic hut, his heart, there is more than the throne of the imperial court more fascinating scenery, broader than the mountains, deeper than the sea. Now I can not be like him, free to roam between heaven and earth, the desert north of the eagle, Jiangnan listen to music. Smooth when the sky and the ground, but I can be like him for their own empty a hut, in the hustle and bustle of the city, the world and independence, immaculate, in the intense learning life, clear a piece of heaven and earth, to maintain the most primitive feelings, not the poem will be left out of the smoke and dust of the years. I am glad that I have a poetic heart, just as others have rational thinking. Perhaps some people think that having a poetic heart is not something to be too happy about, because these people are often not very stable nerves, sensitive and unsociable. These words fill my eardrums all day long, making me wonder if having a poetic and delicate sentiment is not suitable for this environment. After all, the current society is flying, is radical, you do not advance or retreat, so the hermit's bones, literati elegance should have faded in the river of history, but I saw the Wang Mochizuki that through the years dust smile. Waving his hand, the snow white clothes converge into the earth's wind and frost, the clothes turn over the place, catch all the wind flow, there is a kind of sentiment, unchanging, please adhere to their own heart of a poem. He is so wise. I saw, he stood in the source of the water, with the clouds dancing figure, even though floating but not lose his composure. He reached out his hand to me and we sang together. The spring river moonlight, I carry a pure poetic heart, in the rolling dust, involved but not sinking, chanting a different kind of wonderful.
I was led by Van Gogh Even if it is day, there will be corners that the sun can not invade. Even if it is a dark night, there will be stars to lead the way ahead for you. ? --Title Deep Thoughts on Starry Night I sat in front of the window, gazing out at the vastness of the night sky, looking at the lonely twinkling of a star in the sky. The air swirls and dances in the silence, creating black waves. Is this Van Gogh's "Starry Night"? --The green-black mountains encircle the lonely village, and the blue-purple night sky is tangled and tumbling with the shiny stars. He seems to be talking about the helpless struggle of life in the darkness. However, a poplar stands out, the flame-like branches of the tree resolutely pointing straight to the starry sky, burning the endless night. This must be the end of life before the stone cry! That is Van Gogh on life, on the ideal of the cry! That is Van Gogh's persistent flame-like faith. Now I'm in the third year of junior high school is not exactly in this darkness and confusion? Failure again and again puts me in a predicament, a fall makes me physically and mentally exhausted. Breathing the cold, biting air, the heart is also fast freezing in the dark, but I have no choice, must be firm belief, never give up. The cold can't freeze my heart, the darkness can't stop my steps. Van Gogh, with the starry night for me to light up the road ahead. The fragrance of "Sunflowers" The sunlight is pouring down on the streets of Brussels, and even the air is turning golden. You are facing the sun, and your face, pale and yellow from depression and fatigue, melts into the golden sunlight like a sunflower. With a smile on your face, your cheeks leave cold eye marks, and with sadness, you paint the sunflower in your heart. Fourteen flowers of different shapes and sizes, although they will eventually wither, each one seems to be striving to bloom at the last moment of its life. I know that you worked hard to let the world see the sun in your heart. Even though your face has long been as haggard as the petals of that flower, you never gave up your dream - to pursue the simplest, most ordinary thing in the world, which is the sun. I too had dreams, I too was full of hope, and I never stopped running towards them. But now I am daunted, I don't dare to go any further because the future is lost and I have lost my way. I'm not as strong as you are, I've wandered countless times, I've lost my way. Just when my faith was shaken, you used your paintings to bring me a time-traveling teaching - to hold on to the dream in my heart and pursue all the light in the world. Van Gogh, with his sunflowers, led me to be firm in my faith and to face the sun. He emits light in the darkness, prays for happiness in the midst of suffering, and seeks hope in the midst of despair. Van Gogh, with a strong heart, gave me wings to pursue light and dreams. Van Gogh, lead me to grow up.