Chapter 72 is just a pair of eyes and a pen

He was born in a famous family, but suddenly encountered bad news, a minor child, lonely guarding a mountain of gold, and the next road can be imagined full of thorns, inevitably injured. But in this situation, fate did not have mercy on this child, and in the past year, Bai An has hardly stopped suffering.

Bai Boqing, who never believed in fate, was really deceived by fate, leaving a child who was entangled in illness. ”

"How cruel. ”

Weibo has a word limit, divided into several paragraphs, and there are a lot of comments in between.

[I feel sorry for Bai An, poor child.] ]

[What Jinling Bai family is simply not as good as a pig and a dog!Xiaobai came to my arms, my sister protects you!]

[Bai Boqing is an unborn genius, Her Royal Highness Princess Amelia is also an outstanding woman, Xiao Bai An, you have not lost their reputation at all, you are also a unique genius!

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After various comments, it is the next blog post, Yuan Hualiang's big V number is not a network name, or the real name of this aristocratic literary master, Yuan Hualiang, who is very private with Bai Boqing, is already in his sixties, and his seniority in the circle is very high.

This article, in the name of commenting on "Everything", actually pities Bai An, and satirizes those who privately reach out to Bai's enterprise, is very long.

"Life has deceived Bai An, and life is deceitful, eager for quick success, and intrigued...... It's all a cut that he can't get used to in his heart. Even, a month ago, he knew that he might never be able to cross it, and even if he did, it would be an abyss.

The world is bustling, all for profit, and the world is bustling, all for profit.

The interests represented by Bai An have brought together people from all walks of life, including the kinship Jinling Bai family, even if he seems to be temporarily free from his illness, but he clearly knows that the matter is not over - to keep the family property, it will be a tragic tear, and it will be a long-term, unhelpful fight, no one can help him, even if he wins for the time being, it may be a dazzling meteor across the night, fleeting!

There is nothing he can do to prevent the end of the tearing again!

So I think that this child who was suddenly devastated and devastated when he first wrote "Everything" was extremely sad and angry.

The way he looked at the road ahead should be as he wrote in "Let's Go" - the road is full of red poppies. ”

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"Everything is fate / Everything is smoke and clouds / Everything is the beginning without an ending / Everything is a fleeting pursuit!

What is everything?

On the road of this child's life, does the word "everything" cover all the happiness and suffering?

How far is forever?

The road is under his feet, there are thousands of roads, but he is confused, he does not know where to go with his feet.

After reading this poem, I feel sorry for this child the same size as my granddaughter, he is too bitter and too intelligent, because of extreme intelligence and talent, he will have more pain, and wisdom will be hurt.

Brother Bai, how ruthless are you to be willing to leave this child alone.

After that, I wondered why the name of this poetry collection was "Light", and after slowly reading it, I realized that this is not just a book, but also a road, this is the path of the strong child, staggering in the darkness to the light.

We have a dark night to endure

We had an early morning to enjoy

We have a joy to fill

We still have a piece of pain

A star here, a star there

They're lost

A fog here, a fog there

Waiting for the light

Until this last poem, which facilitates the contrast between the darkness of "Everything", "We Have a Dark Night to Endure", in the darkness of endurance, there is the coming day.

I was in tears.

I'm ashamed to say that if I fall into this child-like situation, I may not have the same tenacity and strength as him, the death of my loved ones, the threat of cancer, and the ill intentions around me, even if I am an adult, I can't survive much.

I don't analyze the structure and technique of these poems, because it is a kind of blasphemy, a blasphemy of these soul-like voices, and they do not need to be advertised as excellent, they convey an extremely touching spirit.

That kid boldly questioned the world, about human nature, and about everything! He went through too many hardships, but he did not admit defeat, and after constantly turning around and rounding, he completed the positive result of sudden enlightenment.

For this great positive result, for this joyful rebirth, and for the light in his heart, I am ashamed to show a little bit of strength to shield this precious child from a little wind and rain.

All you need is an eye and a pen!"

After Bowenzi, there is a neat row of comments, like an army celebrating the national ceremony, just looking at it, it makes people feel a blood boiling.

[Only a pair of eyes, a pen!]

[Only a pair of eyes, a pen!]

[Only a pair of eyes, a pen!]

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[The old man said well, child, you boldly move forward, we have no other ability, but there is a pair of eyes to help you star, there is a pen and a mouth to help you reprimand, this huge Huayi, not all people whose conscience has been eaten by dogs, everyone has a heart, and can always sweep a way forward for you!]

[Only a heart of blood, a keyboard!

[The greatest brilliance of life is not that it never falls, but that it always rises again after falling!]

A faint thick, a thick light, the human touch is like this, more or less penetrated into people's hearts, deeply moved.

Bai An was a little shocked and a little ashamed, how could he be worthy of such praise and maintenance.

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In the room opposite the door, Yi Cheng sat quietly on the bed, rarely without drinking, or rather, he had forgotten to drink, he straightened his back, with a solemn expression on his face, flipping through the poetry book in his hand.

Solemn as if attending a funeral, the gaze of silent reading, with the devotion of a Christian listening to doctrine.

This book is not thick, Yi Cheng flipped through it for nearly two hours before he reached the position of the middle page, and he was even more shocked than Bai An at this time.

Kitajima and Haizi, Tagore and Dickinson, have brought an unparalleled impact on those who really understand literature.

Looking at those poems, there is a beauty that makes the soul amazed and intoxicated.

Before, Yi Cheng had already begun to face him squarely after reading Bai An's Weibo, but because of the age of fourteen and the resentment of the unjustified disaster in Jiangnan, he subconsciously still had some contempt, thinking that he had overestimated the young man, but after only reading half of this poetry collection, he understood that he was far inferior to others.

Even, it's not a level at all.

PS: 1. Yuan Hualiang's old man's blog post refers to the comments of a certain "Everything" on the Internet, which has been noted.

2. "We Have a Dark Night to Endure" -- [USA] Emily Dickinson |