"On every side of life, there are beautiful scenery."
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Original: The edge of life
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01
Fang dust
Spring is here.
But not every spring, there are people who enjoy the flowers together.
When the spring is still the same, but the surrounding is empty, the kind of fear that there is nowhere to put fangfei everywhere, it will be as wanton as it is.
In "Hengtang Road", He Zhu accurately describes this feeling of trepidation:
Ling Bo is not on Hengtang Road, but he sees and fang dusts away. Who is the degree of Kinsehua Nian? Moon Bridge Flower Pavilion, trivial window Zhuhu, only spring knowledge.
FeiYun Ran Ran Gao Twilight, color pen new title broken intestine sentence. How much leisure do you have? A river of tobacco, full of wind in the city, plums yellow when the rain.
02
Who with
Some people, only when they are gone, you will really believe that he is gone.
All the retention and denial is just a reluctance to see this moment come.
But when the figure really faded away, he still found that he underestimated the meaning of parting for himself.
Ling Bo is not on Hengtang Road, but he sees and fang dusts away.
Just see it, there's nothing to be ashamed of.
It's a shame that I can't control myself from turning my face.
The shame is that every time the other party takes a step away, it seems to be hollowing out one's own soul.
I used to think I could let go, I used to think I could be dashing.
But it turns out that all the letting go and being dashing is just a joke.
No one wants to be someone else's joke, but the world is not what you want.
For example, the figure that is gradually drifting away, how you stay, you can't keep it.
This time, is it really over?
Since then, no one has asked for porridge to be warm.
Since then, no one has stood with them at dusk.
Who is the degree of Kinsehua Nian?
Whoever is with, in fact, is no one to match.
There are so many people in the world, but when someone is gone, it seems that all of them have no meaning to him.
Moon Bridge Flower Pavilion, Trivial Window Zhu hu.
The past is clearly remembered, but in the blink of an eye, it has become a past that no matter how much it is grasped, it cannot be grasped.
Perhaps, we can only hope for spring.
So be it, otherwise, what else can it be?
Only the Spring Knowledge.
Spring knows, or does not know, is his destiny.
It is better to have hope in your heart, even if it is as slight as fire, than your heart like ashes.
03
If asked
Was it once, or was it reality?
FeiYun Ran Ran Gao Twilight, color pen new title broken intestine sentence.
Vanilla-covered waterside highlands, with a faint mist of water lingering in between.
Twilight seemed to have come a little earlier, and it seemed a little darker than usual.
But whether twilight comes early or not, dark or not, how many people will care?
Perhaps, he should wonder if someone will care.
Or, rather, whether you'll notice that.
However, whether the other party will pay attention or not, he has no way of knowing for sure.
The Si people had long since drifted away, leaving him with only a look of trepidation.
If, does that mean if, if the person in the far clouds doesn't even care about him, will he care about these vanillas in the highlands by the water's edge, and care about these water mist that slowly flows between the vanillas?
Thinking like this is inevitably particularly sad.
No, maybe better.
But could he really control his thoughts, or even decide the steps of the drifting man?
No, he can't, he can't do anything.
Like the gently swaying herbs of the water's edge highlands, like the mist of water that flows slowly between the herbs.
He can see them and can also deeply perceive their shape and taste.
But when it comes to controlling the direction in which they sway, or how fast or slow they flow, it's a pipe dream.
Yes, he's just a fool.
A fool and fool in the whole world.
So what, born in this earthly world, compared to the vanilla or water mist of the water's edge highlands, he and they are actually each other.
It was just as messy, shaky, fluttering.
Totally unable to help themselves.
How much leisure do you have?
A river of tobacco, full of wind in the city, plums yellow when the rain.
That's the tobacco in front of you.
There is also the wind that fills the city, and the endless rain during the plum season.
Everything that is pervasive, full of heaven and earth, endless, and completely unable to help itself.
It all seemed to be all light and fluttering, but all of them were so irresistible that they were deeply immersed in it in the blink of an eye.
04
Mind
In "Hengtang Road", it is difficult to determine whether He Zhu is depicting a certain person or the ideal he is struggling to pursue.
Perhaps, the two are inseparable, nor can they be so clearly separated.
Just like in a river of tobacco, it is difficult to distinguish what is smoke and what is grass.
It seems to be far and near, it seems to be virtual and real, far and near, virtual and real.
Ethereal, elusive, and hard to let go of everything.
The cleverness of He Zhu lies in the fact that he not only depicts this state of mind, but also unconsciously leads the reader into this state of mind.
In this sense, "Hengtang Road" for posterity, easily beyond the relationship between the lyrics and the reader.
As if He Zhu was a small interactive experiment, he showed his own heart ups and downs to others, and also let others feel similar emotional fluctuations.
Reminiscing, sighing, and letting yourself fall into the world of tobacco, full of wind, and plum yellow rain.
Life Jun said
"The world is not different, it is you and me who are different."