What is the most painful thing in the world?

It's not the discrimination you've suffered for a long time, it's not the toil of running around for life, it's not the struggle between giving up and persevering, it's not the effort you put in and not getting rewarded. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's about having hope, and then losing it again!

It was all the good visions that dissipated in front of my eyes, it was the sound of broken dreams ringing in my ears, it was the treasures buried deep in my heart that were taken away......

Klimt was in boundless agony.

He ran as fast as he could, from Danube Park back to Art Street, but what he got was the news that the Vienna Comic Society had been closed by Master Lermi.

The doors of the Vienna Comic Society are closed, the bright road to happiness is completely closed, and the road ahead is once again dark!

Obviously he has set foot on this bright road, obviously he has seen happiness beckoning to him, obviously he has stretched out his hand, and he is about to touch happiness itself!

But darkness reigns over the earth, allowing him to return to the wilderness and walk alone in the darkness......

Why? We just want to make money by trying to paint. Why? We just want to have a better life. Why? We didn't hurt anyone, we brought joy to them. Why? You, a great man from above, are here to destroy our happiness with your own hands!

Klimt didn't know why, and no one gave him an answer.

Finally, in the confusion, he saw the notice at the corner of the street, and saw the person who was silently gathered in the comic club, as confused and painful as him!

At last, Mr. Adolf began his speech, and his words were like lightning, piercing the night and illuminating the whole wasteland!

Yes, we are not at fault, but we have suffered all kinds of injustices! Yes, we may be humble, but we also have the right to happiness! Yes, we may be weak, but our fate will never be at the mercy of others! Yes, we may be powerless, but we are equally qualified to resist! Yes, we may fail, but we will never regret it!

I'm going to find answers, I'm going to fight bravely, I'm going to change my fate, I'm going to regain my happiness!

Without a word, Klimt, like everyone else, got busy, spent the whole night making countless "big-character posters", and rushed to the "battlefield" in person in the early morning!

"Big-character posters" must be plastered all over Vienna! Loud voices must be shouted all over the city! This is Mr. Matt's command.

Today's Vienna will be the "battlefield" of their gang!

In the early morning light, the comrades-in-arms had already begun to spread all over the city and began to fight!

But it is the same battlefield, and the danger of each place is different.

Klimt made up his mind that he would be the most fearless warrior of all!

Standing at the door of the Vienna Academy of Arts, Klimt wiped the paste from the bucket against the wall, stretched out the huge rolled paper, and pasted it!

One after another, one after another, and after a while, the walls of the Vienna Academy of Arts were plastered with "big-character posters".

Then he stood in front of these "big-character posters", facing the door of his dream, and exhaled: "My name is Klimt, and I am a low-level painter......!

What is the most painful thing in the world?

It's not the discrimination you've suffered for a long time, it's not the toil of running around for life, it's not the struggle between giving up and persevering, it's not the effort you put in and not getting rewarded.

It's about having hope, and then losing it again!

It was all the good visions that dissipated in front of my eyes, it was the sound of broken dreams ringing in my ears, it was the treasures buried deep in my heart that were taken away......

Klimt was in boundless agony.

He ran as fast as he could, from Danube Park back to Art Street, but what he got was the news that the Vienna Comic Society had been closed by Master Lermi.

The doors of the Vienna Comic Society are closed, the bright road to happiness is completely closed, and the road ahead is once again dark!

Obviously he has set foot on this bright road, obviously he has seen happiness beckoning to him, obviously he has stretched out his hand, and he is about to touch happiness itself!

But darkness reigns over the earth, allowing him to return to the wilderness and walk alone in the darkness......

Why? We just want to make money by trying to paint. Why? We just want to have a better life. Why? We didn't hurt anyone, we brought joy to them. Why? You, a great man from above, are here to destroy our happiness with your own hands!

Klimt didn't know why, and no one gave him an answer.

Finally, in the confusion, he saw the notice at the corner of the street, and saw the person who was silently gathered in the comic club, as confused and painful as him!

At last, Mr. Adolf began his speech, and his words were like lightning, piercing the night and illuminating the whole wasteland!

Yes, we are not at fault, but we have suffered all kinds of injustices! Yes, we may be humble, but we also have the right to happiness! Yes, we may be weak, but our fate will never be at the mercy of others! Yes, we may be powerless, but we are equally qualified to resist! Yes, we may fail, but we will never regret it!

I'm going to find answers, I'm going to fight bravely, I'm going to change my fate, I'm going to regain my happiness!

Without a word, Klimt, like everyone else, got busy, spent the whole night making countless "big-character posters", and rushed to the "battlefield" in person in the early morning!

"Big-character posters" must be plastered all over Vienna! Loud voices must be shouted all over the city! This is Mr. Matt's command.

Today's Vienna will be the "battlefield" of their gang!

In the early morning light, the comrades-in-arms had already begun to spread all over the city and began to fight!

But it is the same battlefield, and the danger of each place is different.

Klimt made up his mind that he would be the most fearless warrior of all!

Standing at the door of the Vienna Academy of Arts, Klimt wiped the paste from the bucket against the wall, stretched out the huge rolled paper, and pasted it!

One after another, one after another, and after a while, the walls of the Vienna Academy of Arts were plastered with "big-character posters".

Then he stood in front of these "big-character posters", facing the door of his dream, and exhaled: "My name is Klimt, and I am a low-level painter......!