It seems that he has the ability to resurrect other family members, but he failed to resurrect his mother, but he has no courage to live a normal life. All his love is trapped in his own world and misses the past. The happiness he once had has now fallen into depression. My heart still hurts when I think of my mother again.
Dear Lu Zhiyan, my brother Zhiyan. Because we were so heartbroken on the day of separation, we didn't even have time to say goodbye properly that day. I once heard someone say that longing is like the wind. There is no limit, you can cross mountains and seas to reach wherever you want to go. I looked at the slowly flowing evening breeze outside the ward window, hoping over and over in my heart that this gentle wind could cross the border and blow to your side. However, longing is silent, and there is no way to tell all the thoughts; but fortunately, longing is silent and will not become a burden that binds you. How I wish that the breeze could pass by your ears, complete the farewell that I could not say for me, and gently tell you for me: "Dear brother Zhiyan, goodbye." [Crying] [Crying] [Crying]
Love has ended, the sun and the moon will never meet again, becoming two straight lines running in opposite directions! When a person dies, all love debts, love, hate, and grievances are wiped out, and they become strangers from now on. If the night wind has no temperature, it becomes a biting cold wind. If love has no temperature, it is like a soulless, walking corpse. If love is marked with a shelf life, it means love has gone bad and is not worth giving sincerely!
Sadomasochism in the Republic of China | BE Aesthetics | Dislocated Jet Lag | Feelings of Home and Country This is not a fast-food-style, assembly-line cool novel, nor is it an assembly-line industrial saccharine. This is a sadomasochistic drama from the Republic of China that requires you to calm down and prepare tissues. Time difference, unavailable love, the ultimate BE aesthetics - a book that is enough to reach the peak of sadomasochism in the Republic of China. In her life, she has changed six identities and three names. Only "Lin Die'er" belongs to him until death. At fifteen years old, she was the daughter of a famous family who was held in the palm of her hand. Chasing fish by the river, laughing brightly, but because of falling into the water, she was forced to marry the dark man who saved her life. She thought he had a square face and thick eyebrows, and was dark and rough. On their wedding night, she swore in tears that she would rather die than obey. He used four months of silent observance, the warmth of a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and his hoarse "does it hurt" when he blocked her slap to open the door to her heart inch by inch. She finally gathered the courage and wanted to tell him "I am pregnant with your child" - but her mother-in-law sold her to a man she had never met in the name of profit. Later, she was a prisoner in the deep house. Trapped in another hospital, tortured day and night, she gave birth to a son. The man didn't know that the child was not his. She gritted her teeth and survived, just to let him raise children for her enemy for the rest of her life. Then there is the brothel prostitute, the Japanese female spy Chiba Xingzi, and finally, the dead soul who blocks the gun for others. From the daughter of a famous family to the young wife of the Zhang family, from a prisoner in a deep house to a prostitute in a brothel, from a Japanese spy to a dead soul who blocked someone's gun - in this life, his identity has been changed six times, with a total of three names. Only the three words "Lin Die'er" belong to her until death. He is a man who falls in love at a glance and waits all his life. When we first met her on the river bank, she was lying on the edge of the boat chasing fish, her light blue skirt fluttering in the wind. Twenty-five-year-old Zhang Zhiming stood in the pavilion and never looked away. Ten years later, when we met again on the street, his temples were white with frost, and he recognized her at a glance - those almond eyes, the little pear dimple when she pursed her lips, the look that was engraved in his bones and blood. He rushed forward like crazy, his cowhide bag was scattered on the floor, and more than a dozen silver butterfly hairpins rolled onto the bluestone floor. But she just withdrew her hand coldly and said in unfamiliar Japanese: "Sir, you have recognized the wrong person." He did not know until his death that the child named Yi'an he had held in Xiao's house was his and her only son. She didn't know until her death who she loved most in her life. This kind of time-lagged love is destined to never be perfect. He is a person who is slowly tempted and it is too late to look back. She is a person who falls in love at a glance and waits all her life. She loved him, but gave her life to another person. My life is back, but my heart can't be taken back. The wind and moon in the world cannot wait for us to stay together forever, and the shadow of the butterfly returns to the dust, and there is no return date to wait for. Why this book is worth reading: There are no pure good guys or bad guys, there are only sentient beings who are caught up in the fate of troubled times. The writing style is delicate and restrained, and the emotions are progressive. It is not deliberately sensational but every word is heartfelt. The background of the Republic of China × multiple identities × misplaced time difference × the righteousness of family and country, the pattern is far beyond ordinary romance. Every regret has the mark of the times and the driving force of fate. If you prefer deep feelings and extreme regrets, you might as well calm down and read slowly. Although the flowers bloom again, love is destined to never be reunited. After finishing the book, it's hard to calm down. [Almost crying][Covering face][Almost crying]
Looking back at dusk, I laughed with tears in my sorrow. Everyone in Tingfeng Tower stood behind others, but behind me, there was no one. I was alone and speechless.
This article about the obsession with human-machine experimental subjects has a wonderful and extraordinary conception, and it is full of thoughts and ideas, blending cold and hard cybernetic machines with lingering emotions.
She knew his entire destiny: starting in the grass, becoming emperor of Chang'an, and finally being defeated and killed in Langhu Valley. But she still stayed by his side, watching him sink in blood and fire, and embracing his soul like a lonely beast in the middle of the night that was not recorded in history books. This is an admiration that knows the outcome, and the most tragic gaze on fate.