A folding play, a group of sad and happy people, on the neon stage of life, born as the protagonist, we each interpret ourselves.
Behind the curtain, when people disperse, some people become sober, realistic and indifferent, and some begin to be intoxicated, wanton and indulgent.
In fact, the best life, but leave half sober, leave half drunk, walk with the years, wind and rain to go forward.
Life, waking up to reality, drunk after ease.
Lu You wrote in the "November 4th Storm Masterpiece":
The zombie isolated village does not mourn itself, and Shang Si is the national shu wheel platform.
Lying down at night to listen to the wind and rain, the iron horse glacier came to sleep.
Lying alone in a desolate village, with barren grass and dead trees, he did not feel very sad in such a situation.
Thinking about the important affairs of his home and country, the night was over, lying on the bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, and in the confusion, he dreamed that he was wearing battle armor and was crossing the frozen river.
This impermanent world has made many people happy and proud of the spring breeze, and how many people have been obscure and depressed!
Life is short, no matter how bad it is, we must also maintain a heart that yearns for beauty.
It is better to eat without meat than to pursue, otherwise, what is the difference between it and an empty shell without a soul?
Life, when you wake up, you are bitter, and when you are drunk, you rejoice.
Qin Guan once wrote "The Ugly Slave":
At night, the wine woke up dreamless, and the sorrow was dry.
Dew drops are lightly cold. The rain hit Hibiscus with tears that did not dry.
After the beautiful person said goodbye, the sound dust was quiet, and it was difficult to struggle.
Bright moon for no reason. Twelve rooms in the Red Chamber have passed.
He woke up drunk and had a night without dreams. The whole body is quiet, the worries have not dissipated, looking at the building from afar, with a thousand thoughts.
Did you really have no dreams, or did you forget what you had? It turns out that the person in the heart is no longer there, so what is the use of dreaming?
There was no news, just around the corner of the world, the cold autumn rain drifted and dripped on the hibiscus flowers, like tears that had not dried up.
Who in this world does not want to go to the twilight of the twilight, and how many are willing to bear the pain of lovesickness?
Gu Cheng said:
Fate is not the wind, blowing back and forth, fate is the earth, wherever you go you are in fate.
I am fortunate to have lost my life, you are here, I accompany you, you are not there, I miss you, I can do, that's all.
Life, when you wake up, you lose, and when you get drunk, you can get it.
Su Shi once wrote in "Jiang Chengzi":
Ten years of life and death are uncertain.
Don't think about it, it's unforgettable.
Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to say desolate.
Even if they do not know each other, they are full of dust and sideburns.
Night came and went back to home.
Small window, is dressing.
There are no words for each other, but there are thousands of tears.
It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the night of the bright moon, and the short pine hill.
Ten years of ups and downs, you are not there, I miss you, but I can't see you.
You are buried thousands of miles away, running around, I often see you in dreams and share heartfelt feelings.
Sometimes, I really don't want to wake up, for fear that as soon as I open my eyes, you will be gone. There are no words to say, and there are thousands of tears.
Some people say that floating like a dream, half awake, half drunk, is the best state.
I'd rather get drunk a little longer because there's you in the dream.
Life, wake up and leave, get drunk and get together.
Yan Jidao once wrote in "Butterfly Love Flower":
Drunk bye West Building wake up do not remember.
Spring dreams and autumn clouds, gathering and dispersing is really easy.
The oblique moon half window also sleeps less.
Painting screen idle exhibition Wu Shancui.
The words in the poem on the clothes of the wine marks.
Dotted with rows, always desolate.
Red candle self-pity has no good plan.
The cold night sky wept for people.
Bid farewell to the West Building in a drunken way, and wake up with no memory at all, just like spring dreams and autumn clouds, life is too easy to gather and disperse.
Can't bear to leave, looking out the window at the oblique moon, I still can't help but want to go back to the dream, and then say a word of preciousness to you.
There are also traces of feast wine on the clothes, recalling the verses given by the party, and doing a little line, always evoking a desolate mood.
I remembered that An Yiru once said:
I hate parting, but if parting can concern you, I'm willing to leave you.
Bai Juyi once wrote in "Dream Old":
Don't come to the boss asceticism, refine it into dead ashes.
The memories of ordinary life are exhausted, why did you fall asleep last night?
Isn't life itself a drunken dream? After the dream passes, it is the awakening of the great enlightenment.
Some people say that there are too many ushers in this world, clutching and gathering, joy and sorrow, each with different tastes, each taste, is the true knowledge after chewing.
Rolling red dust, infatuation deeply, life left half sober, left half drunk, just right.
Sour, sweet and bitter, sad and happy, life is like a drama, crying and laughing are all determined by people, and sorrow and joy are determined by themselves.