For ten years the living and the dead have been worlds apart. I do not think of you, yet I cannot forget. Your lonely grave lies a thousand miles away; nowhere can I speak of this sorrow. Even if we met again, you would not know me, my face weathered, my hair like frost.
Last night, in a dream, I returned to my hometown. By the little window, you were combing your hair. We looked at each other in silence, with only a thousand lines of tears between us. The place where my heart breaks year after year is beneath the bright moon, on the hill of short pines.
Part Two: A Nation Across Ten Thousand Miles
Click the link. I’m taking the easy way out and writing the second part first. The first part is too depressing. I’ll write it last.
It's too far removed from the first chapter and can't be connected. I always feel confused when I read it.
Check it out, it looks great. I'll make up for it.
I just thought, I haven't been here for so long, maybe I can see the ending, but Why am I squatting in pits!
This is an era that I dare not touch, a heavy era Looking forward to... Keep claws...
Don't think about it, forget it I like history, but I keep passing by the period from the late Qing Dynasty to the Anti-Japanese War. It's not that I don't want to read it, but I don't dare to read it. I'm a person who easily gets into trouble. I mistakenly stepped into Qing Ai's big pit, and I can only regret it. That is not a past I want to bear. The first thing I read was "Life and Death", the first volume of her "Golden Needle". I read it three times. She updated it very slowly, and admitted that it was a depressing past, and it was painful for her to write it. Her first volume is mixed with the motivation, outline, and background of her writing, which seems messy, but the text is more of a description of the background of the times. I don't know what others think of it, but I like it very much. The tragedy of every relationship depends on the era in which it occurs. The article has not been fully developed, but it does not prevent us from thinking, hating, and envying. Her opening chapter, so far, has not solved the mystery for us. It seems to be the origin of the Ding family tragedy. Let's skip it for now. The first chapter is about Zhou Jiaji taking a concubine. Those years of love and forbearance are not worth the need for descendants. Zhou Jiaji, he was also very high-spirited and had the pride of "being able to hold an eagle's bow like the full moon, looking northwest, and shooting at the wolf". In order to marry Ding Shujun, he had been in a stalemate with his father for a year, and he was not afraid of being grounded. Finally, he married Ding Shujun, but he was pitied and traveled across the ocean to prepare for the "Sky Wolf". After seven years of separation, looking back, we are already "speechless". Zhou Jiaji, on the issue of taking a concubine, only tolerated resistance for half a year. In just half a year, his bride came into the house. Ding Shujun could only calm down her hurt feelings by writing "Katydid", pray for more children and more blessings for her husband, and remind herself not to be jealous. Ding Shujun, a smart woman who is good at using golden needles to save people, can't save her love, which is slowly getting older. In the end, it was the husband who came to such a simple realization: I never knew that resisting my father could be so simple, why had I never thought of it. Shujun, don't you blame me? No wonder! How could it be strange! How can you blame it! It was the two of them who gave up. They put their love under the family and the country, and under the etiquette. In such a system that was about to be destroyed, they were just the last sacrifices. It also drags down Feng Xiao, who was dragged into the water. What will she do between this loving couple? What could it be? What makes people feel relaxed in the article is Zhou Jiahua and Ding Shuyi, the third sons of the Zhou family. Zhou Jiahua is a black sheep in the Zhou family. He has bloody methods to protect his freedom of love and marriage. In the first volume, we did not see him and Ding Shuyi walking together, but in the following "Family and Country", we saw the appearance of his and Ding Shuyi's daughter. The article was vague, so I boldly guessed that they were not married, but just had a child together. For the sake of the child, Ding Shuyi went back to the path arranged by the eldest brother of the Ding family and went west to further her studies. Comparing these two couples, Zhou Jiaji and Ding Shujun have long been smoothed away by that era, and those who were once so prosperous have also been suppressed by the outdated and declining family. Their lives slowly turned gray. Zhou Jiahua and Ding Shuyi were a pair of revolutionaries. They groped their way out of the ruins and saw the rising sun. The second volume is "Family and Country Ten Thousand Miles", and the most inscribed part is Ding Zihuan, the daughter of Zhou Jiahua and Ding Shuyi. As the article says, "Without being there, outsiders will never be able to understand the heavy reality of this country." I cannot truly understand it. If we are too far apart, the pain will seem shallow. Reading this article, I hate that I was born at the wrong time. If we were caught up in this era, wouldn't we be the same person? I am also glad that I was not born in that era. At that time, their emotions were more important than those of their home country. Now that we have talked about the plot, it seems that we should turn back to the author's writing style. The text is very simple, without those gorgeous words and sentences. The author just tells us a real past, not a fantasy of imagining history. Therefore, the heavy history makes us breathless, but because of the existence of history, we feel the same and wish we could fall in love with it in that era when heroes emerged in large numbers.
It should be Yuan Shikai's second son. . .
I can't fault Qingda's writing. . . Makes me very depressed. Then I will take a new approach and talk about it separately. . . I told Qingda in the group that I had also conceived a novel with a similar background to Qingda. In fact, it started in 1900. When the Eight-Nation Allied Forces entered Beijing, the first female pig met the first male protagonist and fell in love at first sight. The male protagonist joined the Fuxing Association for his ideals. The female pig is an old man in the family. Then elope. Give birth to a second female pig. The first male protagonist died during the Wuchang Uprising, and the first female pig died in love. The second female pig traveled thousands of miles to find her relatives, and returned to Beijing in order to fulfill her mother's wish. When the second female pig grew up, she was determined to educate and save the country. She met the second male protagonist during the May Fourth Movement. The second male protagonist came back from studying in Japan and believed that he must learn from Japan to make progress. . Haha, it's been wordy for a long time. Then the female pig married the male protagonist, but after the Marco Polo Bridge Incident, the two parties had different opinions and divorced. After the divorce, Nezhu went to Shanghai, taught at Shanghai Nanyang Middle School, and devoted herself to education. The male protagonist continues with Wang Jingwei. . . In fact, the male protagonist is a bit of a traitor. Qingda and I have different meanings. What I want to express is that because of different experiences and education, we took different paths in that tumultuous era. After writing these nonsense, what I actually want to say is that what Qingda's writings want to express should be what individuals can do in the heavy historical mission. . "This is his golden age. The domestic revolution is about to break out, and their activities in the Beiyang New Army have never been smoother." This is an edge that has not been erased and can still sting. "I never knew that it would be so simple to resist my father. I never thought of it. Shujun, don't you blame me?" This was a smoothed pebble, leaving only numbness. "After the old lady cared about Feng Xiao, she turned her attention to Ding Shuyi." Her life had reached the point where the final conclusion could be made, so she no longer cared about herself. "The old man was not angry, as if he had already heard Zhou Jiahua's reaction, he said to him slowly and logically: "Your father-in-law once served as governor of a province, and now he serves in the Prime Minister's Yamen. He has the widest connections in the court, which will be of great benefit to your future promotion. …. ""The old man just wants to continue the family peacefully, and other things are not considered at all. "In that chaotic era, this small town also had a wealth and modernity beyond its time because of its busy trade routes." This is actually not just a small mountain village. This is the whole big era. Confusion and harmony. Everyone blindly thinks that they are following destiny. "After nearly ten years of friendship, good family relations, and life-saving feelings, they still can't escape this disaster. Zhongru can't defeat his parents, and he himself is wrong even if he says something in favor." This is her sorrow as a woman, and it is not just these. "Come down from the mountain, old lady Tai deliberately led the Ding sisters to burn incense in front of Guanyin, and even took Shuyi to burn a stick of incense in front of the statue of Wei Tuo. He also specifically explained that what he asked for for his sister was an heir, and what he asked for for his sister was a good marriage. "This was the fate of all women in that era. There is no way to escape it. I just said to Yonebayashi: "The era of the youth election was too depressing. Unless you were heartless, no one could write a comedy in that era." Everyone's fate is actually clearly there. It doesn't have to be a blood curse or a useless time travel like me. It can already be a parable for everyone's fate, including your own ending. No one can escape, and sadly no one wants to escape. Everyone thinks they are different, but they find that everyone is in darkness without any light. . . 55555. . . I talk too much nonsense. . . I can't delete them all. . Forget it, that's it Jasper keeps talking nonsense
It's a big hole. . . . First, claw at the edge of the pit
At that time, it seemed that whatever you did was wrong and no one was happy.
Any ideal is easier to think than to achieve, especially revolution.