A picture of Sunflowers Before long, I began to miss the picture again. It seems as if man is like this sunflower, even in his after-life he still struggles to grasp the departing sun. Thus, I thought of the dark green wall and felt it had absorbed this brilliant golden light for the time being. In vain, I struggled to driveaway this lonely feeling which followed me like a shadow. With the lapse of time，the scene of golden yellow gradually faded in my memory and slowly became so estranged that it was almost forgotten.