luxury20041985
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I have written this essay for fun. I would like to make it sound more natural and idiomatic. Could you please help me?
I have no ideas how to term different shades of blue. “Blue”, an all-inclusive term, itself is enough.
I am the messenger of the blue ocean. I have on a white hemp string of white cowrie shells around my neck. It is an amulet against any impurity and evil. I am here to impart to the mankind the quality of magnanimity. When you feel your heart is troubled by someone, try to envisage the vast expanse of sunny ocean in front of you, try to listen for the soothing crash of wave against the rocky shore and try to look far off into the horizon where the sky meets the ocean. All are blue in gradations. You worries and grudge is nothing compared to the stately ocean. You are feeling small and you know you are only a passer-by on the earth.
I used to be blind to color combinations. After I learnt some color theories in the textbooks, I decided to throw those books away because I had found a true master of the colors, the blue sky. The azure sky is a canvas on a sunny day where wispy clouds drip, dab and merge here and there or fluffy clouds are arbitrarily splashed to form a changing pattern of blue and white. On a rainy day, a undulating of dark gray clouds cover the sky, reminding me of the cool color tone.
Blue is also another way to say melancholy. I love indulging myself in sentiments. As if life hadn’t endowed me with the enough sorrows a mortal deserves, I am always seeking this poetic feeling by myself by listening to moving songs and reading heart-wrenching romantic novels. The feeling of sadness, unlike joys which always linger over the surface, can reach down to my soul, touch it and stir it. That is probably why blue has a meaning of sadness because the sadness is as deep as the blue. I feel satisfied at exactly the moment when a current of sadness passes through my body and I am one the verge of weeping and shivering. Every pore of my body opens up to the blue energy, ready to release in one burst of crying. But I just hold back the tears to hover myself in the threshold as long as possible. I love the sensation of this state and am addicted to it.
When I was at college, I started to appreciate how colorful and elaborate those Nepalese jackets were made. But when I began working full-time after graduation. I realized I couldn’t wear those dazzling jackets at the workplace. Then blue came to my rescue. Two-button denim jacket, jeans, button down oxford shirt and a white leather pair of shoes reinvigorated my outfit in a formal business setting. Blue, albeit a seemingly dull color itself, goes powerful when it is combined with white. As the jacket fits closely with my body, my muscular body shows through the V neck.
I have no ideas how to term different shades of blue. “Blue”, an all-inclusive term, itself is enough.
I am the messenger of the blue ocean. I have on a white hemp string of white cowrie shells around my neck. It is an amulet against any impurity and evil. I am here to impart to the mankind the quality of magnanimity. When you feel your heart is troubled by someone, try to envisage the vast expanse of sunny ocean in front of you, try to listen for the soothing crash of wave against the rocky shore and try to look far off into the horizon where the sky meets the ocean. All are blue in gradations. You worries and grudge is nothing compared to the stately ocean. You are feeling small and you know you are only a passer-by on the earth.
I used to be blind to color combinations. After I learnt some color theories in the textbooks, I decided to throw those books away because I had found a true master of the colors, the blue sky. The azure sky is a canvas on a sunny day where wispy clouds drip, dab and merge here and there or fluffy clouds are arbitrarily splashed to form a changing pattern of blue and white. On a rainy day, a undulating of dark gray clouds cover the sky, reminding me of the cool color tone.
Blue is also another way to say melancholy. I love indulging myself in sentiments. As if life hadn’t endowed me with the enough sorrows a mortal deserves, I am always seeking this poetic feeling by myself by listening to moving songs and reading heart-wrenching romantic novels. The feeling of sadness, unlike joys which always linger over the surface, can reach down to my soul, touch it and stir it. That is probably why blue has a meaning of sadness because the sadness is as deep as the blue. I feel satisfied at exactly the moment when a current of sadness passes through my body and I am one the verge of weeping and shivering. Every pore of my body opens up to the blue energy, ready to release in one burst of crying. But I just hold back the tears to hover myself in the threshold as long as possible. I love the sensation of this state and am addicted to it.
When I was at college, I started to appreciate how colorful and elaborate those Nepalese jackets were made. But when I began working full-time after graduation. I realized I couldn’t wear those dazzling jackets at the workplace. Then blue came to my rescue. Two-button denim jacket, jeans, button down oxford shirt and a white leather pair of shoes reinvigorated my outfit in a formal business setting. Blue, albeit a seemingly dull color itself, goes powerful when it is combined with white. As the jacket fits closely with my body, my muscular body shows through the V neck.
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