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Yearning for Blue: A Reflection on Happiness and Solitude |
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The flowers say that blue is a color of sadness; just like the sky, it has
stolen all of their wishes and has never given them back. The flowers never
try to hold on, because they know that the distance between them and the sky
is truly farther than forever.
The flowers must be thinking of having the blue sky, just like falling
petals yearn for flowing water. Perhaps they are too small; the big blue of
the sky makes them so sad that they can't breathe, so they can only hope
from far away; hoping that an angel will fly by and guard the sky for them!
Perhaps happy people are all alike, but sad people each have their own
sadness. I also like the colors of the sky with both brightness and sadness,
just like this summer, so hot and natural. I will quietly listen to the
flowers speak, as if they are speaking of themselves.
I don't understand the heat of summer, because I can always see the electric
fan spinning, which reminds me that time also never stops. Writing a
sentence that I consider to be decadent about life: we are really like a
group of homeless fish, wandering alone in the gray ocean; when we leap over
the dragon gate, everything will become a past blown away by the wind, and
we will forget our past wanderings.
Guo Jingming said, what is happiness? It is to smile at everyone while
hiding one's own sadness. He used this sentence to deceive many people's
tears, but he couldn't deceive me. Because I belong to the kind of person
who doesn't cry easily, but I like his explanation; it is as bright and sad
as his writing. I suddenly wanted to add him to the article, because I
always stubbornly think that I am like a fish, and I can find a slight
resemblance to the sadness of fish in his words.
But I am not like a fish. If I were a fish, I would say that I don't have
the same happiness as them, nor my own sadness. I am just an elf wandering
on the edge of happiness, cursed by a witch, imprisoned in this
not-so-spacious pool of water, always wandering. But I don't try to escape;
life is too dizzying, and this is the safest place. Happiness is like the
colorful net in the fisherman's hand, it will catch the fish that want to
jump out of the water and touch it. Happiness is too far away but it is my
own. I believe that when the last light turns into the first rays of
sunshine on the other side of the earth, I will find it and go wandering
together, forever. |
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Answer |
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The flowers say blue is a sad color, like the sky taking away their wishes
and never returning them. They long for it but know it's too far away. The
writer relates to this feeling, finding solace in the melancholy beauty of
the sky. They feel like a fish without a home, content to wander in a small
pond. Happiness is a colorful net, catching those who reach for it. It's
distant but personal, waiting to be found. In the end, the writer hopes to
wander with happiness forever, following the first rays of sunlight into a
new day. |
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