April Fool's Day is coming, but the mood is gradually depressed, today is Leslie Cheung's death day, April 1, 2003, when he jumped into the end of the legendary life, I thought it was a joke made by friends and me, but unfortunately this is a joke made by fate and all his fans and fans who are not joking. After all, he is one of the few movie stars I admire, one is Chen Daoming, one is Zhang Jiayi, one is Stephen Chow, and the last one is Leslie Cheung. It's a pity that I opened various media websites today, and I talked about articles and Yao Di's reluctance, so I won't comment on them, after all, these things are different opinions, and the world's views are different, so there is no need to force the old words to give new songs.

The first thing I did when I returned to the office today, I consciously took a cup of Tieguanyin, listened to Leslie Cheung's "When Love Is a Thing of the Past" and started a day's work.

The feeling of suffering from gains and losses has not been for a long time, after all, a big man like me is straightforward and bold in dealing with everything, without a trace of tactful concessions. A rare sense of loss seems to have inspired me, and a bunch of passionate words in my mind are wildly intertwined in the depths of my memory, but the most reluctantly brilliant thing for me is that there is nothing.

The tea is very hot, and finally loses its sense of proportion, and the 'not to be happy with things, not to be sad with oneself' in this life, maybe when he is pushed into the crematorium, he will not be able to have an epiphany, the sorrow of the literati? Should I be glad that I still have idols, there is an untouchable shadow as a target, although I will not learn from their words and deeds, but their temperament in their gestures, that kind of inimitable blandness, is a dream that I have been pursuing but has not yet come to fruition.

Today, it doesn't involve feelings, it doesn't involve drunkenness, it's just that I have suppressed it for a long time in the depths of my heart but can't release the hysterical feelings, when every day I face work and colleagues numbly with a poker face, over time, I have forgotten my true self under this face.

In fact, I like this festival very much, I can be a fool one day every year, I don't care about anything and live as I like, leave my work and put aside my life, a person wanders like a madman in this steel forest of sweat mixed with tears, to experience the ups and downs written on every cheek, go to the most beautiful women to go shopping, buy a bottle of Coke on Beijing Road, sit on the chair and watch the passers-by come and go, especially the beauties, what kind of state of mind is it at that time, perhaps, that is the short-term happiness.

Today's theme is nostalgia and contemplation! These four words make everyone's life heavy, some people say this is called fulfillment, some people say this is called shackles, and some people say that this is a burden or a burden. Perhaps with the change of mood, people's artistic conception is changing and tumbling in it, looking for liberation and reflecting happiness.

April 1, 2014 Essay, if you haven't forgotten your smile, please don't give up your dreams easily.