as you meet

I only vaguely remember that he was holding a wine bottle, pointing at a muse statue under a cypress tree and yelling without grace, saying that he did not have a clear definition of beauty, which caused the world to make up the definition of beauty indiscriminately, which made him unacceptable to the world , causing him to be smoking, drinking, and down and out.

"What qualifications do you have to call yourself a beauty god!"

"It's you, it's you, who wiped out all the good things in the world!" Song Shihe yelled, knocking a beer bottle on the golden introduction plate of the Muse of Beauty under the statue.

The silent night was filled with the sound of "bang bang bang", as if the devil was whispering.

"It's not the muse who killed the beauty, it's you!" When Song Shihe was beating angrily, a clear voice suddenly came from his ear, as if reaching out for him to grab when he was about to be buried in the mud hand.

Song Shihe, with disheveled hair, turned his head and saw a beautiful young man, not the simple pleasing beauty of Joli, but the eternal Bell-like beauty that came from within.Looking at the Muse, his eyes are shining like moonlight at night.

"Look! Snow has covered him with a layer of gorgeous clothes! There are also branches dotted on it! Isn't Snow kissing Muse deeply, admiring her beauty!"

Song Shihe said with some despair:

"Where is there any love in today's world? People attack each other and vow to use words to drag others to the deep sea, suffocate him, and force him to silence."

"The fallen leaves by the window yearn for the big tree but dare not approach it, and even look haggard because of longing, becoming thinner and withered day by day, but the sparrows on the branches are doting and proud under the shelter of the branches. These are probably the most common two kinds of trees in the world The form of love. Even plants and animals can love each other, how can there be no beauty and love in the world?"

"It's just that beauty and love are more shy than reckless hate and ugly jealousy. You have to take the initiative to find them."

"In a few years, I will be able to go to the Art Appreciation Department of University A and look for them wholeheartedly!" The boy said excitedly, his face filled with infinite expectations for a bright future.

At that moment, Song Shihe felt that the person in front of him seemed to have changed places with the statue of the muse, and the person in front of him seemed to be the definition of beauty.

For him, it felt like a walking dead vulgar man suddenly met the Muse who appeared in the green woods, and the Muse embraced him with love, and then, then his soul finally found a home .

He seemed to be telling him that this is an era in which a new personality needs to emerge in art, and Song Shihe shouted loudly in his heart, to break it, to break all the past, to stop those chattering mouths, Create a new era of art that belongs to you.It is not impossible that reality and romance intertwine.

Marcel Proust once said that falling in love with someone at first sight is probably not because of the value of the sweetheart, but because the sweetheart reflects one's own personal color.He deeply agrees, because the reason he likes the muse-pointed boy is because he has unearthed the dusty hope and love in his heart.

Song Shihe was always thinking silently, if he could meet him again, he wanted to hug him tightly, carefully took his hand, kissed him over and over again, and slowly told him word by word while breathing:

"You are the muse of October, the poetry of the world, the prologue of spring, and the light of paintings."

"still,"

"My Dreamland and Utopia."

So he worked as a professor of art appreciation at University A, waiting day and night with beauty and love in his heart.

But spring grows and summer grows, autumn harvests and winter hides, everything is held high, and in the years of walking forward, he has never met the spring he met that winter night again.