What I see is what I see, but in another way, it has changed, and it has become something that people can't help but sigh at: what I saw turned out to be so ...... Stylish!

Like, when you're standing next to a ruin, overgrown with weeds, white plastic bags, faded drink bottles, dark yellow paper towels crumpled together, and a broken pencil. Maybe he will turn away and say silently or loudly: What a terrible place! If you take a picture casually, just restore the most realistic appearance, you will feel that the photo you look at is N+1 times more beautiful than what you see with your own eyes.

Is it the photos that deceive our eyes? It doesn't have a brain, how can it deceive? It was our eyes that brought us a natural sense of pessimism~

Moreover, each person's feelings when they see the same painting are also different, and the pessimism reflected is of course different from each other.

The difference between color blindness and color deficiency does not need to be explained by me, and what I want to say is that both should not be viewed by the eye of color when it comes to drawing.

There was once a classmate whose watercolor paintings were always very bright, beautiful, and even "spicy eyes". The professional teacher admired his tone and nodded many times.

As his "tablemate", I turned out to be later, and later learned that he was weak in color and couldn't distinguish between blue and green.

At the time, I was very surprised, I had a better sense of color, but every time I was not as bold as his color, so I felt that it was not a bad thing that the coloring was weak.

There are indeed two sides behind everything, and most people lament the dark side or only stare at the light side.

It's like when we feel that what we see with our eyes is not as beautiful as we imagined, and the gap in our hearts is even more obscure.

It's like we feel that what we see with our eyes coincides seamlessly with our imagination, even if it is not.

Our perspective is also an important source of happiness, appropriately omitting the ugliness, appropriately pleasing the little flashes that allow us to be happy and satisfied.

Although I don't like to take selfies, I like to take pictures of people and things that I can take pictures of, even if the occasional blurry photo makes me feel that the moment is beautiful.

The field of view may be narrow or wide, the photographs may be real or fake, the hand-drawn paintings may be beautiful or ugly, but in different ways.

The whole world can be ours for as long as we want to.