I am a guest of human sorrow
Good luck
This sentence was originally from Nalan Rongruo's "Huan Xi Sha", but I took it out of context and used it as a title.
When I was a child, I loved to cry more than the average child, and the most impressive thing was that a substitute teacher gave us a lesson, he told a sad story in class, the other students did not cry, only I shed tears, and happened to be seen by a boy, he pointed at me with his hand: "Teacher, she cried!" The whole class looked at me, and I was so ashamed that I couldn't lift my head.
When I grew up, my sentimental personality has not changed. My husband is most afraid of reading, because one minute he may still see me full of spring breeze, and the next minute he sees me crying and choking. I had a set of "Dream of the Red Chamber" at home, and that set of books was later hidden by my husband. Because every time I watch "Dream of the Red Chamber", I will see tears all over my face and I can't eat food.
I watch TV and love to shed tears, once I called my husband, he heard me crying on the phone, and thought that something big had happened, so I told him in a dissonant tone: "East... The East is undefeated and dead! "It turned out that I was watching the TV "Smiling Proud of the Rivers and Lakes", and seeing the beautiful and infatuated Oriental undefeated sinking into the water, I was sad and couldn't help but shed tears. My husband cried and laughed, and this matter became a classic joke at my dinner table.
So, my husband took me back to his hometown to see the mountains and rivers. However, spring, summer, autumn and winter, the change of seasons, the scenery of each season, let me feel sad for no reason.
In spring, the snow-white cherry blossoms, plum blossoms, and pear blossoms are one tree after another, turning the whole village into Qiongyao Immortal Mountain. However, the flowers are about to bloom and fall, and the snow-white petals are like snow covering the ground, some disappear with the flowing water, and some disappear with the wind, and I have unspeakable sorrow in my heart. Summer is said to be no reason to be sad, the trees are thick green, the flowers are red, and everything is full of life and bustle. However, every evening, I looked at the clouds in the sky, gradually turning from crimson to light red, then orange, yellow, light purple, and finally to a silent dark blue, at that time, I could not help but feel sad, for the red sun that fell in the west, the dissipated sunset.
Autumn, needless to say, is of course the most melancholy season. My sorrow came with a miscanthus, although the heat had not completely subsided, but the miscanthus induction season, even in the summer before it completely left the stage, quietly pulled out the purple spike. As soon as I saw the miscanthus ear, I knew: Autumn is coming! As a result, unprovoked feelings of pity quietly sneaked into the bottom of my heart.
In fact, in the winter, my mood is calm. Although the water is thin and the mountains are cold, and the cold wind is blowing, I always think that after winter is spring, I have expectations and hopes. In winter, I don't wear a scarf, and sometimes my bare neck comes out of my coat and people ask me, "Aren't you cold?" "It's not cold!" I said, because I thought that the colder the closer to spring, I had the courage to resist the cold. However, on the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, watching all kinds of ceremonial flowers rise into the sky, my heart was involuntarily filled with deep sorrow: unconsciously, the year was over again, and the fireworks of childhood were still vividly remembered.
"I am a pitiful guest in the world, and I know what happened to the king and tear up, and I remember my life in the sound of my broken intestines." Naran Rongruo's sorrow stems from his parting hatred and poetic temperament, and I, a mortal, want to seek sorrow and hatred for no reason, and it is inevitable that I am afraid of giving new words to say sorrow, and I have been ashamed of my sentimentality.
But I didn't get depressed in melancholy. In fact, melancholy is a reminder, it reminds me that beauty and youth are easy to fade, do not waste years, waste years; it reminds me to cherish all the beauty of the world, with good thoughts.
(The author is a member of Chongqing Writers Association)
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