Mao Dog's hair always covers his right eye. Under the slightly greasy hair is an empty eye. When he is sad, his right eye is the smallest sea.
The young master of aristocratic family attacked in the next year and suffered a painful life due to disability
The winter in Beijing that year was extremely cold, and heavy snow fell on the ground like it was free, covering the vast land. In a dilapidated thatched house under the city wall with a weak candlelight, a baby fell to the ground. He was born blind in one eye. The father slowly exhaled a puff of cigarette, glanced at the shivering baby in the bundle, and named the mutilated son "Mao Dog".
"A cheap name, easy to make a living."
So, when will the pain go away? Gradually forgotten as time goes by? Or stay together for the rest of your life until your soul leaves your body at the last moment?
If the memory is lost, the soul is out of the body, the body is rotting, will the pain still be deep-rooted? Will the pain linger for a long time? Will the pain remain unshakable?
I'm probably hopeless.
I once thought that my lover would be an elegant and intellectual woman like my mother, and I would start a family and start a business like my father, and then spend my remaining years in peace. But there was a time when the sea was like a cloud, except for Wushan, which is not a cloud. The person who impressed me for thousands of years was a man. He was like the sea and the clouds in Wushan, and he is an existence that can never be replaced in my heart. I deceive myself every day, deceiving myself that my feelings for you are just friendship between ordinary men. I call you "brother", but why do I do this? Why do I make up a lie that can't even be deceived by myself? I clearly love you. My love for you is deep in my bones and unforgettable. I hope you can love me too.
If you are the sea, I will be the sea-fixing needle that will always stand in the sea.
If you are the clouds in Wushan, I will be the stubborn stone that looks up to you forever.
I want to write ten thousand love poems on rose petals and give you my love and fragrance together.
I want to engrave your name on my heart so that every beat belongs to you.
I love you.
Concept: Two small individuals repeatedly rise and fall and struggle under the great wheel of the times.
