2011.12.22Cao 208.10.18 changed
All of humanity's great problems have one thing in common: there is no way to solve them without a little humor and madness.
- Wilde
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The alleys paved with bluestone slabs are narrow and narrow, and if it is drizzling, it is better, and the people's hearts are full of shallow sorrows.
The stones under his feet were covered with moss marks. Under the quaint gate sits a mother-in-law in a blue cloth shirt. The clouds in the sky are getting more and more ethereal! And what I secretly look forward to in my heart is to meet a young girl with an umbrella, Like a lilac flower with a graceful posture.
Such a scene, countless times from the past or the current people's poetry scrolls to appreciate, Jiangnan Rain Lane, is really a deadly earthly beauty, Can An not have a point or two of water-like feelings for Yi Meng? Northerners, in particular, will become more and more anxious and anxious. As a generation that grew up with Dai Wangshu's "Rain Lane", the bones have long been planted with chronic diseases related to the smoke and rain of Jiangnan, and often because of such and such encounters, it is inevitable that the fate will be sad, whenever the head is looking south, it is inevitable that there will always be some wandering, the so-called unavoidable, and the so-called unavoidable.
Passing through Changsha four years ago, I finally had the privilege of spending some time by the river. Rain - Every morning when you wake up, the first thing you hear is the sound of rain outside the window, unhurried, soft and soft, like a piece of milk candy in your mouth. The courtyard door is facing a deep alley, listening to the side, and the swaying of the river not far away is faintly audible. The alley is surrounded by mountains, the overhead bushes are overgrown, the rocks are stacked, and there are often countless birds flying around, the bolder ones, and the fearless fall on the roof ridge, and the gray-black green tiles seem to be suddenly alive.
If you talk about the women who hold umbrellas in the alleys, you can't help but admire the spirit of jiangnan water towns, no matter how tall and short, whether fat or thin, even beautiful or ugly, Yi men are invariably filled with a trace of intoxicating tenderness. The high shoe roots fall on the bluestone, "click, click, click", as if gently tapping on the bottom of your heart, more like the lazy chewing of the middle night cat, beautiful to the bone. No wonder Dai Wangshu had to write, "Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone / wandering in a long, long / lonely rain alley / I hope to meet / A lilac-like / A girl with a grudge."
The rain lane is clearly a dream, and when the dream wakes up, I suddenly look back, that little heart, lonely and shy.
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Song Yuwenbao's "Continuation of blowing swords" says, "Dongpo is in the Jade Hall, and there are shoguns who are good at praising, because they ask: 'How is my word better than the willow word?'" "Liu Lang in the middle of the word, only seventeen or eighteen girls with red teeth clapboard, singing Yang Liu'an Xiao Feng remnant moon." Bachelor's words, must be Kansai Han, holding the iron plate, singing the great river to the east. 'The public is desperate. ”
Compared with the elegance of Jiangnan, compared with the roughness of the north, it is like the difference between the willow word and the Su word, and this metaphor can be described as wonderful, and it is three points into the wood. A friend of the southern land tasted that one side of the water and soil to raise one person, Jiangnan can not be separated from the water, the north is inseparable from the soil, one is soft to the yin, one is just to the yang; every Jiangnan person has a hibiscus in his heart, and every northerner has a leopard in his heart. The sludge is not stained, and the fragrance is far away; the leopard inevitably has to open its teeth and claws, and give up who I am.
The friend is indeed a narrow Fang family, and with a few careless words, he has included the south and the north, the water and the earth, the yin and the yang, in the hub, and most of them are responsible for the recklessness of so-and-so, and the stubbornness of so-and-so. How a person's nature is, does not depend on which side the wind blows from, nor does it depend on whether the four seasons change sharply. The hibiscus seems to be overwhelmed, but its roots and whiskers are deep enough to shock the rocks, but even the most courageous leopard often hides deep fear in its heart.
"A true warrior who dares to face the bleakness of life,......, but creation is often designed for the mediocre, using the flow of time to wash away the old traces, leaving only reddish blood and indifferent sorrow." 」 With Lu Xun's Zhengzheng iron bone, it is easy to indulge in old memories and difficult to restrain themselves, such as the figure of X flashing in front of his eyes. With X in the same window for three years, the middle school entrance examination failed, X did not choose to stay in school to review, resolutely went to the city alone to work. When he was parting, he smiled and said that the road to heaven is not a road, give him some sunshine, he will be incomparably brilliant.
One weekend after three years, X, who had a small career, sat in front of him, saying that he was not getting married in a big day, and he was invited to attend his wedding. X has a shop in town, and the woman who follows him is dignified and beautiful. But the world is always guessing the beginning, guessing the end, X electrocuted a year after marriage, his beloved wife swept away all the property, and threw a mess with four walls and high debts to his parents.
Then there was a vendetta, followed by a protracted lawsuit. It is hard to imagine that when X's relatives go to court, if X under the Nine Springs knew, he would burst into tears and regret his mistakes. Flowers float from zero water, life and death have become eternally separated, and now the window is open for whom, and the dew is white for whom!
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"Four Hundred Years of Vampire Zombies" is the only film that has been seen three times, and the only foreign art work that has seen a blur of tears, although it was deliberately studied later, but it still feels that the movie is more touching.
Count Dracula returns from his conquest and sees his wife committing suicide by throwing herself into the river, and her soul forever falling into darkness. He angrily rebuked God, why did he fight for the Lord all his life and end up in prison? Dracula pierced Jesus on the cross with a spear, and blood spilled everywhere. Four hundred years later, the count, who had turned into a vampire, discovered that a woman named Mina was surprisingly similar to his deceased wife Elizabeth, and decided that Mina was the reincarnation of his deceased wife. He wants to find Mina and retrieve the true love that has been lost for four hundred years. Awakening the memories of Mina's previous life, he was badly injured, and in the last moments of his life, Dracula realized that he was back in the arms of God. In order to complete the redemption of the count, the heartbroken Mina tearfully raised her spear, pierced his heart, and cut off his head.
Death is an eternal proposition, and when it is poignantly intertwined with love, it glows enough to illuminate the entire universe. What is love? It is to make him or her happy and free from trouble. So when Mina raises her spear, pierces her lover's heart, and cuts off his head, it is not only Dracula who is redeemed, but the indifferent world of true love that is increasingly marginalized.
Four hundred years is not long or short, the pain under the dust devours people's hearts all the time, and how long it is to wait hopelessly! In "Liang Zhu", the male and female protagonists choose to die together and turn into two butterflies. Dracula finally chose immortality, and he had to cross the river of time and wait at the other end. He believed that when the dust settled, the butterflies would fly across the sea.
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From the fog in the morning to the sunset at dusk, everything is in the cough and cough.
People are the loneliest when they are sick, and if you attribute this to the end of the world, it is inevitably too funny and too fragile.
Half a life is abandoned, the future is ethereal, I don't know what to do, and my heart can be dusted!
Looking out of the window, the mountains and trees, the faint claws, are streaking across the sky.
