Russia always gives me this impression:
In the twilight of late autumn, in a shadowy wood, the moonlight rises like a flame, and the stars twinkle like jewels.
Two people who once loved each other walked in a gentle place, and their hearts were full of vision for the future and their admiration for each other.
This is the most beautiful moment of love.
Stills from "Howard Manor"
But neither of them knew that the night they had walked in the birch forest had thus become the end of each other's love, and it was the last happy night in their memory.
After that, the years change, and all the sweetness and warmth end here.
Such nights, because they symbolize the helplessness of the future labor and swallow, symbolize the sadness of the disillusionment of love, and symbolize the sadness of the impermanence of fate.
Just like countless Russian icy winter nights, cold winds, and boundless nights, people can't bear to read.
This is Ivan Puning's short story "Cold Autumn".
Pu Ning's novels are always full of sad poetry, memories of lost time, and nostalgia for the joys of the past.
And when everything dissipates, the once sincere feelings, the intimate lovers, the memories of a good life.
With the change of time and the impermanence of the world, they are lost and returned in memory.
How can you not be sad about these memories?
So in the middle of Pu Ning's works, such melancholy is always like a shadow, spreading between the lines, like a sad poem.
Ivan Puning
"A month later, he died in battle in Galicia—dead, what an incredible word! Exactly thirty years have passed since then. ”
The moonlight burned like flames at the top of the birch forest, and they were talking about some life and death.
As a result, such a beautiful night was always going to end, and her love ended with his death in battle.
Later, her parents were no longer alive.
She wandered to Moscow, living alone in a basement and making a living as a stall.
She was married to a veteran and he had a good heart.
They braved a hurricane to cross the sea to Constantinople.
On the way her husband contracted cholera and died.
Bulgaria, Serbia, Belgium, Paris, Nice, she spent her whole life alone.
In the past thirty years, it has gone through vicissitudes.
Those memories can not be grasped and fickle in the past.
Those dreams of sorrow and joy that have been done in countless cold nights.
On that night in the dream that shimmered with cold light, the birch forest that burned in the moonlight, she remembered what he had said:
"You should live and enjoy the joys of the world before you come to me."
Perhaps for thirty years, she always carried this sentence with her heart, and she never chose to die.
In the middle of the floating light of the world, except for that cold autumn night, her life was just a superfluous dream.
Stills from "Mirror"
After crossing the waves, we find that the memories that once dissipated have become more and more real and unforgettable in our memories.
In fact, why forget it?
After all, it is this kind of lost feeling that can make it more precious after the changes in the world.
It is inevitable to remind people of Li Shangyin's "Jinse":
"Zhuang Sheng Xiao dreamed of butterflies, and wangdi chunxin trusted the cuckoo."
There are tears in the pearls of the sea and the moon, and the warm jade smoke of the blue field. ”
The youth that once passed.
Tears in the middle of the night.
It is like a floating cloud.
A thousand turns, never left.
Well, goodnight, good dreams.
The article is the author's original, please indicate when reprinting
Image source network, infringement can be deleted