At that time, I saw a post on the Internet that drew with a ballpoint pen, and at first it was purely curious......

Look at it, and be amazed!

The owner of that post is updated every once in a while.,It's the same picture.,It's a Tibetan baby.。 Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At first, he used a pencil to trace the outline of the baby, and then he began to draw it in detail with a ballpoint pen of different colors.

When the hat of the Tibetan baby is depicted, a 3D sense of immediacy comes out naturally.

Feelings can only be expressed with "likes".

Later, after the face of the Tibetan baby was drawn, it was incredible! It was like taking a picture, no, it should be more real than taking a picture, as if there was really a person on paper.

Many commenters on that post almost unanimously praised, and the meanings expressed were as follows:

1. God, please take my knees!

2. Great God, please take me as an apprentice!

3. Great God, how many years have you been cultivating?

Fourth, great god, can you help me draw someone?

I feel like I know how good that person is just by looking at the comments.

There are many people who can draw pictures that are indistinguishable from real things, but the feeling of feeling it with your own eyes is really different! There is a feeling of admiration that arises spontaneously......

After looking at the whole drawing, I thought it was a painting that the owner of the post had drawn in a day, and it was just a staged post. After all, that post is from 2015, so I'll have that idea.

However, in the end, the owner of the post said that after more than 300 hours, the painting was finally completed in loneliness and hope! Moreover, many ballpoint pens were used......

At that moment, I felt it in my heart again.

It turned out that the work that looked so realistic took the owner of the post so long to complete. More than 300 hours, 24 hours a day, non-stop painting, that would take more than 10 days. What's more, you have to eat and sleep......

This makes me admire!

However, what resonates with me the most is what the owner of the post said: I finished the painting in loneliness and hope.

Loneliness and hope.

Come to think of it, indeed, more than three hundred hours is long and lonely. But in that loneliness, there is hope to complete the painting.

That's a good saying!

Many times, I fall into loneliness in my hobby, but there is a hope that keeps me going.

Perhaps, that's what it feels like!

However, I am not as patient as the owner of the post and can paint a picture in more than three hundred hours. When I paint, the most I can do is three hours, and the fastest time is ten or twenty minutes. Of course, this is how the difference between fine and crude products comes about.

I remember reading a little story before, and there was a sentence in it: If you take a painting that takes a day to draw and a painting that takes a year to draw and sell it on the street, then you will understand.

Intentions are commendable.

Also, there is a female writer named Margaret Mitchell who spent ten years writing her only novel, "Gone with the Wind", which has since become one of the classic love masterpieces in literary history. It's really "ten years of sharpening a sword"!

To complete these masterpieces, it seems that you have to have patience to endure loneliness and persevere!

I like a saying: Genius is nothing more than long-term patience.

Time goes on.

After watching "One Hundred Years of Solitude", the lonely vines began to wrap around me, slowly, but as fast as lightning, from my feet to my mouth, and then into my throat, all the way to my internal organs......

Like, I drank the poison called "loneliness". Simply, it was poisoned. Of course, not to the point of death.

It turns out that there are all kinds of loneliness in "One Hundred Years of Solitude", sometimes looking at it, it seems unreasonable, but it is indeed the epitome of loneliness in this world.

I don't know how to describe the content, but it's mainly about the beginning and end of a family in a hundred years, and all kinds of loneliness is the biggest highlight. That's a family that doesn't exist, and it's a family that exists.

It doesn't exist because it only appears in a book, and the ending of the book doesn't have a future for that family.

Existence is because it has quietly become the shadow of all kinds of loneliness that exists in this real world, and relatively speaking, it has always been interpreted in the loneliness of human beings.

Loneliness is really terrible! Especially in loneliness, when you can't find a goal, can't find a direction, can't find a place to live in your heart, the kind of thought that wants to stay away from this world will be like a python that will entangle you fiercely, and you may suffocate at any time.

I feel that it is really not the right time to read this book by myself. In the already lonely state of mind, I saw a world so lonely again, as if the whole person had become more lonely.

It's me who forgot to tell myself to keep a calm mind before reading a book.

In the past, I liked to be lonely so much that I could do what I liked quietly. Now I can be as quiet as I want to do what I like, but why don't I like to be lonely?

I can't figure it out, the more I can't figure it out, the more lonely I am, and the more lonely I am, the more I can't figure it out......

This is the vicious circle of loneliness. I don't want to sink into it, but I can't get out of it.

In the spiritual world of my childhood, I was a lion king with a mane, dominating his own world, and enjoying the solitude of domination.

As the time of growing up continued, my spiritual world began to look different.

Some feudal ideas have turned into shotguns, and they have fallen on my spiritual land like a meteor shower, and I am helpless to do anything about it.

Some filthy thoughts have turned into gluttony, and I am constantly killing and foraging for food in my spiritual world, but I have never been satisfied. As the lion king in his own world, he has to protect his own world, so after a short battle, he found that the lion king is just a beautiful illusion that he has added to his dreams. The real strength is just a little sheep. I was injured and began to run desperately, to a place where there was a gap and to try to hide myself. Yes, I really hid myself, and the wound was scabbed, but the world is no longer my world.

Some messy thoughts turned into poppies, and I, who had already become delirious, ate a few bites curiously, but I had nothing to eat anyway, so I thought it would be to satisfy my hunger. Unexpectedly, I became addicted and out of control, and I couldn't stop the mouth that was no longer under my control. Even though my stomach was too much to eat......

Some desperate thoughts turned into silverfish, and they fearlessly eroded my spiritual palace in front of me, not even letting go of the horns. looked at himself who was cold and pickled, and cried with a smile......

The deepest loneliness is not letting go of one's loneliness.

Well, let's not talk about it, it's so lonely......

I want to be quiet, find some positive energy, and take a look at my hazy heart.

Final remarks: After reading "One Hundred Years of Solitude", I deeply felt that I am really illiterate.

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