Find a poem for Van Gogh.

Van Gogh's last words: Pain is life ...

First, sunflowers

shine golden and distort the sunlight

Give reality a table with your exaggeration

You tiptoe in front of the crowd

Pick lonely fruits one by one

You take them all away

Leave the struggling track < On a starry night

the clouds are only three feet away from touching the earth

The only remaining space

is just enough for the stars to explode

They say:

This is where you keep your spirit

The sky is spinning rapidly

The church with spires, the dark green poplars and the villages tremble in the darkness ...

Third, crows in the wheat field

. Fly

and you will fly out of the scroll of life

-the eyes of the crowd follow these wings and cross the light

black. What a terrible black

is abandoned by the sun, leaving the dead

four. The self-portrait

has a gray face and wrinkles. Seriously discuss

We must cover the green eyes and make the corners of our mouths dull

. The self-portraits that are

long enough to drag the spirit of division to the corners of the world

nail the horse and step on the ground

5. The self-portraits with ears tied are no longer needed, so please

castrate the world with a sharp knife

. By the way, laugh loudly at those who

pass by with neurotic eyes

In fact, you can speak louder, because they can't hear you anyway

Anyway, you are used to ignoring them

Talking to yourself only with your soul for the rest of the day

Sixth, the cafe (indoor) at night

is eye-catching. People who are lying down and drinking can ignore

those red or green temptations

while holding a flat glass

you need to flatten the light and gold to a point

you need some horrible experiences. Being claustrophobic and depressed

they are

one step away from making the world collapse

However, there are still people standing with no expression. It opens up

your long-standing dissatisfaction with vulgarity

you fantasize that they will disappear with the reading line by line

you will talk endlessly

you fantasize that there is only brown and yellow lights this night, and you will shine indifferently

you fantasize that there must be a cure for saving your soul

so that you don't have to be sentimental

you can even ponder over your experiences enthusiastically

- Close

this natural

eight days calmly, and the fishing boats on the seashore

will go into the hinterland of death in two years from this day

so you plan

to set out the Mediterranean Sea for countless times in your mind

the beach you long for, extending to the boundless deep blue

-the mast can sail far away. You long for the soul not to return

You sigh and say that anyone who still needs these spirits

just needs to cherish

those angry tides

nine, The sower in the sunset

never asks for himself

but earnestly urges others to live actively

Sow seeds in the right season

In autumn, you say "Come and harvest" to the world with a smile

In autumn afternoon, you quietly say to the field:

"Let the sunshine stay with you warmly, and I will go to my world

. The stars fell

ten times, and the flowering almond branches

were born again. The branches of almond trees are occupied by others overnight

Who is sending joy to the blue sky?

who is in full bloom with the alternation of generations?

those white flowers

those branches that spread to time and space

those wandering spirits gather again at this moment

to find roots.