The novel "A Painting Opens the Sky" is based on the combination of real people and things, plus some mysterious elements. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoLet me briefly introduce the protagonist of the story, he is a young man in H City, born in an ordinary family, not rich and not poor, the cabbage on the street is ordinary enough, as long as you go to the vegetable market in all seasons, day or night, you can see their white bodies, and green leaves. His father is an ideal person, for his dreams will continue to chase, perhaps this is one of the best genes inherited to him, although out of the ordinary, but do not want to live an ordinary life, in the bitter sea of life only forward, no backward swimming.

My name is Yulang, I am eighteen years old this year, I am a faithful believer in the uselessness of going to school, looking at the four-eyed boy who is immersed in learning all day long, I feel disgusted from the bottom of my heart, they are not fighting for tomorrow, but dying out of the present life, no one can understand how I feel now, learning is a long and arduous growth process, not only can not meet my current needs and great dreams, compared to those rich nine generations, my growth is too slow, can I hurry up, so that I can also become one of them. Thinking of this, I understood that this was impossible, because my father was an ordinary person, and he couldn't be more ordinary. So I don't want to continue to study, and then continue to die my current time, I want to go out, men are ambitious in all directions, why bury bones, life is everywhere, learning from the society is the real path for me. No matter how hard it is on this road, but I am sure that it must be much more fun than learning, the excitement is accompanied by wonder, most of it is a magic box, after entering the different world, it must be a new and beautiful world, I am sure.

The above is the inner monologue of the protagonist of this novel, who longs for success, hopes to find a new world, and is tired of the current life, and even feels that it is a dead life.

I think this is also an idea of the vast majority of people when they were young, just like the fragrance of flowers, blooming a unique taste in their own season, although it has passed, but from time to time there will be a lingering aftertaste, when it is really endless, and words are difficult to describe in detail, because too many stories, too many people, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze, and only a glass of turbid wine is more happy to meet!;