Good echo

A kind heart is always as beautiful and moving as the distant moon.

- Shakespeare

At dusk in December 1886, the poor Dutch painter Vincent van Gogh, who was unable to afford the rent, was forced to venture into the door of a cheap little shop with a bitter snow, almost begging the boss to open. Gate, I hope to acquire one of his newly completed still life paintings.

Yes, this young, yet-famous painter is too poor. He lives alone in a foreign land, with no relatives or friends. Although he works 14 to 16 hours a day, he can't sell his paintings. He has thus suffered from discrimination and cold reception from the world.

But in fact, he can't even reach such a small hope.

He protested in another letter:

"I have been very unhappy these days. My money has been spent on Thursday. I have been relying on 20 cups of coffee and a little bit of bread for 4 days. The bread money is still owed to others. There is only one crust left tonight. ...but the creation has deeply attracted me. I paint my painting like a coolie..."

Life is such an unfairness, and Van Gogh is so poor and helpless! He knows that if he can't sell a painting this winter, he will only be rushed out of the hotel and sleep on the snowy streets...

Fortunately, the owner of the small painting shop barely bought one of his still life paintings and gave him five francs. For Van Gogh, this is the greatest favor. He glared at the five francs and quickly left the small shop.

However, on the way back from the wind and snow, he suddenly saw a ragged little girl who had just stepped out of the church in St. Lhasa. The little girl is very beautiful, but from her poor and helpless eyes, Van Gogh suddenly sees it, and she is also in the hunger and cold.

"Poor child!" Van Gogh stared at the girl who was pleading with melancholy eyes and muttered, "Nothing wrong. When the snow comes to the world, all the poor are hard, but the rich. I won't understand these things."

When thinking about it, Van Gogh completely forgot that the landlord was staying at his residence at this time, waiting for him to return to pay the rent. He did not hesitate to give the five francs that he had just got, all to the little girl who had never met before. He even felt that the help given to the little girl was too little and too helpless, so he left the little girl with a sullen face and escaped, disappearing into the blizzard...

Four years later, Vincent Van Gogh, the lonely and impoverished artist who had tasted the hunger and coldness of the world and his life, died in misery. This poor painter, he only lived 37 years old!

The painting achievements of Van Gogh's life have never been recognized by the world, but after his death, the works left behind have become the treasures of the whole world.

No one would have thought that in the evening of the winter of 1886, his still life painting sold only five francs. A few years later, in the ninth gallery of an auction house in Paris, someone bought thousands of francs. It!