Twenty years ago, I secretly flipped through Van Gogh's picture album on my teacher's bookshelf. The afternoon I saw the starry night and sunflowers for the first time, my own day opened with gorgeous and flaming sunflowers, and my own night also lit up and burned like a torch. star. I booked the last show before the theater, and I was finally ready to watch this movie. The lights were dimmed, the screen was on, and women and men were still talking loudly in the large movie hall with less than ten people. The screen moved, the subtitles almost fell off the screen, and the original sound was generally incomprehensible. People started complaining, and the yelling grew louder. It started with such confusion. What Van Gogh had experienced, perhaps ten times more? Finally dealt with it, calm down. Getting better. The song starts and ends. Still dark, men and women who were noisy at the beginning, slipped away silently at the end. When the subtitles were over, I got up, turned on the flashlight on my phone, and looked for the exit, when the projectionist hurried in and turned on the light. Walk all the way along the riverside trail. Some people run at night, some take walks, and some people sit against each other in the cold wind to watch the scenery. Passing by the nursery, a manic little earth dog was probably frightened, and ran around me repeatedly and barked. I yelled at it loudly, and the pair of men and women in front were frightened and stopped and turned around. Finally returned to the residence, chatted, said watching movies, and said that it was cold to add home appliances, the elders suddenly became angry, and then a quarrel, inexplicably ruined a night when thinking about art and thinking about the teacher getting better, just like childhood and adolescence. Countless moments of getting better and better, ruined by countless inexplicable outbursts. Is this kind of chaos, Van Gogh also experienced, maybe ten times more? As the film shows, Van Gogh grew up in a dysfunctional family and was in a snobbish crowd, but his luck was also great. He found a career that could indulge and burn his life, even if it was as short as a shooting star, but extremely gorgeous. His wife and children, Xiaojia, supported his younger brother, and his sister-in-law, who devoted his life to promoting his genius for decades after he passed away hand in hand with his younger brother. Chaos and regret are pervasive backgrounds of existence. It's just a difference of degree. Perhaps Van Gogh did have regrets in interpersonal intelligence, so much so that he was burned by humanity. Compared with Picasso, the era is similar, the genius is similar, but Picasso can achieve secular success in line with his talent, and even gain some good stories in love, which may show that, as a group creature, individual emotional and social intelligence, Great impact on one's own happiness. However, aside from the mundane happiness, looking only at the happiness of spiritual and vocation, in the end, only passion and perseverance can give divine power to those withered hands that depict the brilliant starry night. Not crazy, not live. A person like Picasso may be just a so-called madman whose emotional intelligence is so high that people can't see him.
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