Standing at the highest point and looking down, the chiffon skirt is fluttering, like a posture that lasts forever.
The sun shines into the eyeballs along the bangs, making it a little painful. Close your eyes and smell the faint fragrance of sunflower, which reminds me of the legend about it.
Clydia loved the sun god Apollo wholeheartedly, but the falling flowers deliberately shed water mercilessly. Cledia was so sad that she went on a hunger strike to win sympathy, quenched her hunger with dew, and substituted tears for tea. One day in the future I will gain the love of Apollo. After nine days and nine nights of endless looking at her, her feet had turned into roots, her thin jade body had turned into branches and leaves, and her pale little face had turned into flowers. Although Cledias appearance had been changed, what could not be changed was her heart. Her face was always looking up to the sun. Wherever Apollo drove the sun in his carriage, her eyes followed.
This infatuated woman became today’s Sunflower.
A very beautiful story, but tragic.
Some people say that as long as you make a wish on a sunflower, it will come true, and you can be as bright as the sun and have a clear heart. I haven't tried it, but I firmly believe it. Van Gogh once said: I want to paint half a dozen sunflowers to decorate my studio, with pure or mixed chrome yellow on various backgrounds, on various degrees of blue... I want to make The paintings were framed in the most exquisite orange-yellow frames, like the stained glass in a Gothic church.
Actually, I don’t understand his sentiments. When I see his paintings, I feel like they are children’s graffiti. The sunflower in the bottle is languid and lifeless. I think it should not be imprisoned, it should be a free bird.
I can feel it from its eyes: how much it longs for the caress of the sun and the happiness of looking up to the sun.
Every time you look up is a kind of happiness, no, I should say, looking up every day is a kind of happiness. But it is just a distant feeling, if it is far away, it only gets a distant gaze, and there is nothing but gaze on it. Even though it was smiling, even though it was trying to prove to him that it was warm, it didn't come to him and say to him: My dear, I love you.
Is this really so? Is it really happiness in disguise?
No, it gets more than the favor of the sun.
It gives everyone who longs for love, sacred faith and endless expectations.
This is enough, do you need too many words to modify it?
At this moment, I also silently said to Sunflower: I will also find it on a certain day in a certain year. My own happiness and that warmth.
Note: Youth should also be full of vigor and vitality. If youth is public, youth should bloom like sunflowers and look up to the sun.
