Jshiren - "Moments of Life" series.
When I was idle, a strange question popped into my head: What is the strangest snack you've ever heard?
I didn't bother to look for answers, and the next second I thought of pistachios.
Whether it's a happy thing or a fruit, or a pistachio, it sounds like a happy thing. And that's just subconscious happiness, just a flash in the pan. When I really put my mind down to think about the word, I was reminded of a brain teaser when I was a child: when do people be happy? The answer is: when you have open heart surgery.
At first glance, it seems to be a cold joke, and it is still a homophonic stalk, but I cried when I laughed and laughed.
Why did he have open heart surgery, because he was unhappy, and unhappiness caused him to have heart disease, so he had to open his heart, so he did open heart surgery.
Of course, this is just a joke. The real heart disease cannot be seen or touched.
In recent years, there have been more unhappy people.
I've often wondered why so many of the terms of mental illness are only now coming to the surface and being seen by the general public.
Even, when they first appeared in the public eye, most people gave them a look of incomprehension. It shows that it is a new thing, a strange new thing, a thing that does not conform to the values of past generations.
It's not like a virus, it can't be developed in vitro, it's like a virus, it can be transmitted from person to person.
I think even today, many people's understanding of it is still generally stuck at the level of "unhappy", thinking that it is good to do something happy.
Happy thing. It reminds me of an experience when I was learning to draw and paint colors. One of his classmates was reluctant to paint and never cleaned his brushes, so whenever he drew a color block, there was always a shadow of the color of the past.
After handing in the assignment, the teacher asked him why there were colors that did not match it in many parts of the picture, and he said that the colors he saw were like this.
Later, the teacher observed his painting process and asked him why he never washed his brushes. He said that the pigments are very expensive, and there is no problem if they are not washed, but the colors are much richer.
I didn't think before, but now that I look back, every paint stained is not our memory of the past, the brush we don't want to clean, or the memory we can't give up. So in the days to come, every stroke is wrapped in the memory of the past and leaves the shadow of the past.
Over time, there was only black, endless darkness, and I realized that I was in it.
I sometimes think that the world is really very simple, the truth is the same, a simple paint is like this, and a complex memory is also the same.
Easier said than done. The truth is to know, but the difficult thing is to give up. People are inert, and cleaning brushes is a "** thing." In addition to inertia, it is also difficult for people to see themselves clearly, and the authorities are obsessed with bystanders, why a good relationship is promoted, and a bad relationship is consumption. What is promoted, what is consumed, cannot be seen or touched, because it is called emotion.
Emotions have no weight, it is like the most cost-effective food in the buffet, and if you are not careful, you can carry the weight forward.
Perhaps, we need another one to remind us that it's time to let go. He is a mirror and a comb. You stand face to face, and each other is a mirror. You are gentle with each other, and you are a comb to each other.
The poet of the text.
Photographing the Mystery Man.