Zhao Wang's mansion came out, it was heavier and heavier step by step, Zhao Wang's words made him linger, he never thought that the truth would be like that, so many years, he has always been alone, accompanied by only the quiet bamboo waves and a trickling stream under the lonely moon. Father, how is that possible?

Walking alone in the ice and snow, Wan Lai faded away from his ears freely, he was like a helpless lonely ghost, wandering in the streets and alleys, Qinlou Chu Pavilion Red Sleeve Moves, Shengge Banner Waving, Cooking Smoke Rising in Every Household, Aged Fermented Fermented Fu, Fish and Meat Fragrance, and the Wind is the Taste of the New Year in the Future. A group of children rubbed snowballs in front of the door, their hands frozen, their faces turned into red lanterns, and they still happily chased each other and smashed the snowballs to frolic, crashed into his arms, and the snowballs that had accumulated the mud on their hands flew up and stained his white clothes.

He walked by casually, and the children who put away their naughty gestures and hung their hands and stood honestly in place waiting for a reprimand, looked at each other and burst into laughter, "It's a stunned person!" ”

……

The wind swept from the frozen water, blowing the hair and clothes, and the melodious sound of the flute did not know how many thousands of miles it had flown away, and finally ended because of the fall of the jade flute, accompanied by the string that hit the ice surface to cut through the crispness of the four fields, and the messy reflection was shattered......

He exhaled a long puff of milky white smoke, and he had always thought that he was alone, and only when the sun and moon shone or stood on the shore of the lake, did he have a shadow as a companion......

Dream Wedding

Snow Stepping Flying

"It doesn't matter." I took her cold hand, wiped her tears, and said, "Let's go!" ”

Shimi looked at me hesitantly, sat back upright, and said cautiously, "I'll put on some music." "Together, the music is "Dream Wedding".

"Why is this pure music again?" Shimei murmured quietly.

……

On a moonlit night in high school, on the campus path, you could hear flowing piano music coming from the small building in the family courtyard across the flower wall on one side, and she asked me while stepping on the light and shadow on the ground, "Do you know?" "Dream Wedding" actually has a story behind it. ”

"What's the story?"

……

Then I heard it myself. "Dream Wedding" has a crush obsession. It's like looking for it a hundred times and thousands of times, only to find that the person I love the most, it turns out that I have been calmly liking each other in the same place, waiting for each other, never changed, I want to hug the girl in my dreams, and I have an urge to hold her in my arms and look up at the brilliant starry sky with her......

The love of the meteor is the sky, but when it turns into a meteorite and falls from the sky, it is destined to have the love it pursues, he thought that the meteor could not pursue the love he wanted to have, but he can never escape the fate of falling in love with her......

However, the meteor that fell from the sky, leaving the sky of its love, did not know whether happiness could still exist, and cut through the unpredictable eternal ......

Unexpectedly, there were bright fireworks in the rainy sky, like stars in the sky, and like scattered memories and youthful feelings scattered in the first love. I turned sideways to close my eyes and rest, and I stumbled upon a boy and a girl reflected in the car window, walking in the rain with an umbrella together. Just a young classmate, in his prime.

One rainy day, she was holding an umbrella over my head and was the first to say to me, "I believe in you." ”

She stood in the corner, holding the bouquet of jasmine that was not for her, and buried her head in joy and shyness......

She cheered me on the sidelines;

She blushed and said to me, "Your pants are torn," and shoved my school uniform into me;

She threw my book angrily;

She sang "The Moon Represents My Heart" with me under the coaxing of the crowd;

She said that I was the first person to understand her inferiority complex and despair in her heart, she was actually very fragile, but she had been pretending to be strong and never shed tears easily......

I've seen her smile brightly, I've seen her cry sadly, I've hugged her emotionally, I've kissed her......

"Dream Wedding", my wedding with her, also only exists in my dreams......

Before the wedding, she had red eyes and whispered to me with tears in her eyes: "Have you ever read the book "Ideal Country" I gave you?" ”

I was silent.

In the silent time, her tears were like a flood bursting the embankment......

There was only silence in the air......

Three days before the wedding, I found out that the title page had a small mezzanine that could not be easily found, and it was just a small note, only a line of beautiful English: Even my heart becomes an asteland, you are everlasting.

The surging water from my memory, it was like an attacking beast, like an erupting torrent, completely drowning everything....... blurring my vision, not seeing everything clearly, only enveloping me, biting me alone, tearing bloodily.

"If there is a noble love between us, we need not hope to be near each other, nor do we pray to have each other; Even if it is turned into two parallel lines waiting in the distance, looking at each other, it is beautiful, because the beautiful memories we once had together have become eternal. ”

Probably Plato's view of love.

Thankfully, our best years are together......

I'd love to console myself with this—

But why have I been like this, sad-

Plato lied to me......

There is no ideal state in this world, but Plato stubbornly wants to fantasize about utopia; He overestimates reality and underestimates resistance. He said that it is not blood, honor, or wealth that guides the behavior of noble men, but love, and there is no emotion in the world that is as deeply rooted in the hearts of the people as love.

He may have loved a girl deeply, or perhaps for some reason he felt that he could not get close to her, so he stood contented and looked at her from afar.

He has been restraining himself from being rational, and has been doing boring philosophical speculation all his life.

He didn't think that the girl he loved might also like him, because with a bit of pride and reserve, she couldn't take the initiative to approach her, she actually expected him to take the initiative to approach her and take her hand.

Even if she doesn't like herself, if she goes back and fights for it impulsively, she may be able to get her heart......

But he did nothing, not only lost the girl he loved, but also advocated platonic spiritual love, and mistook how many people who loved each other and who could love each other......

Plato said: It is enough for me to look at my beloved girl from afar.

I asked him: What if your beloved Cinderella wore a crystal slipper that didn't fit? When she danced with the prince in front of the people, she was in pain, because her feet were bruised out of blood;

Plato said, "You are too worried, I see my beloved girl dancing with the prince with a happy face, I just need to see my beloved girl happy."

I asked: What if the beloved girl is pretending to be happy, but in fact she is not happy?

Plato also said: Where can man be happy all the time, man cannot be happy all the time. As long as the prince can give her a stable and happy life, I just need to see my beloved girl live happily and securely.

I asked, "But how can you guarantee that the prince will not fail Cinderella and allow her a stable and happy life?" What if your beloved girl likes you too?

Plato finally said: She will be happy, and I can see that the prince really loves her. Because the prince is better than me, and can create happiness for her better than me, she will soon accept the happiness that the prince gives her, and because I like her, I will fulfill her happiness, and this is the elegant love between us.

I said, "You only know how to deceive yourself......

Plato is pathetic, but why not Wu Yingjun? If he could do it all over again, he would definitely take the initiative instead of choosing to miss it.

The trees that stood on both sides of the straight street kept receding, and the intersection that turned left ahead was getting closer and closer to me.

Now that the slides of memories are over, is it time for me to say goodbye to the girl who once said to my once naïve me, "You're like my dad"?

I don't remember who said: "The night flashes before us, the light goes out, love fades, and the desire disappears." Death will destroy everything we have built. Is it like this, like a bubble in the sea, sometimes floating on the water, sometimes disappearing by the breeze, as if there had never been? ”

"Weak" and "healthy" ---- preface to "The Rainy Season Will Not Come Again" Shu Fan

Following "The Story of the Sahara", Sanmao's "The Rainy Season Will Not Come Again" also came out as a collection. Discuss the text of these two books, more

There is a view that the value judgment of the two lines of writing is distinguished by the terms "healthy recent" and "weak early age".

To be explored.

Personally, perhaps the sand, stones, and thorns of the West African wilderness contained a strange revelation that made her from sentimental

"Daffodils", transformed into a happy little woman, this dramatic growth process is possible, aside from the "strong for the new word."

"Saying sorrow" is a normal psychological phenomenon in the girlhood, not to mention, even if it is simply compared to being weak to healthy, it can be regarded as normal

Yes.

However, as far as the writer is concerned, the "concept of fear" (Qi Keguo) is confined to the contemplation of life, or trapped in love

The self-reflection is not necessarily a symptom of "anemia", and the test standard of whether the mentality is healthy or not is not just based on the statistics of its smile

Oligosis can be measured. The question of the orientation of the writing line is no more important than that of Gide in the history of literature in terms of the contribution of Camus's The Myth of Sisyphus

The "Congo Chronicle" is inferior, that is, it can be known to use "in the ivory tower", "sunny world" or "weak", "healthy" and the like

It is important to examine the work itself according to the metaphor of whether to write the line of writing, and it is important to examine it according to the work itself. (.)

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