He believes in Buddha. In summer, he stays for a while at a temple. In the morning light, he burns incense and chants sutras. By a windowsill strewn with silk tree blossoms, he copies Buddhist scriptures, dressed in blue, holding a small wolf-hair brush, his hair scented with incense.
He reads poetry. He carries a collection of Bei Dao's poems in his bag, and reads a couple of pages whenever he has a break on set. Before bed, he copies his favorite lines onto a little slip of paper, then switches off the lamp.
He writes. He was left-handed as a child, but can use either hand to write now. He usually uses a fountain pen. His signature has a sharp flourish, and he likes regular script. Whenever he has time, he signs autographs for fans, each character neat and charming, like the calligraphy rubbings he copied as a child...
Pure and untainted, standing apart from the worldly clamor, like Shakyamuni beneath the Bodhi tree. That is the way Jun Yu loves most.
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A friend recommended Xinchuan Stories and I'm very familiar with it, but I haven't had the courage to read it yet, so I read this one first.
Although the story is a little incomplete, I understood it after reading the comments. At the same time, it seems understandable from the female protagonist's perspective. It's just that the onlookers are still curious, but the emotions are also conveyed. I think maybe it's because I feel a little bit the same way.
It's actually very tiring to look up at someone who is far away from you. If you look away from yourself, you can't even understand why you keep looking at that person. Obviously you don't know what their life is like. You can only piece together an image through the fragments they show. Can you really say that you understand that person? It doesn't seem to be the case.
It seems that I just hope that I can be him, and I am addicted to the image I created of him. But it seems that I can't show such feelings to other people, but I don't seem to like him either.
Hey, I really hate defining. It's so troublesome.
My ta is in the past. I hope Miss Xie Junyu can live a good and happy life.
After typing this comment, I feel like I'm ready to click on Xinchuan Stories!
I am really looking forward to writing a warm or sweet work. I wish you a safe, healthy and happy life in advance hhhhh
So true. . The imperfections and travails of adolescence
Did I miss it? You haven't explained yet why Shi Xi wants to go to the entertainment industry?
I cried?????????
My big brother Lu Gui is really good at writing. I want to cry but can't. Sigh
Woohoo, I really want to know who the hero's lover is! Is it Ye? Or that assistant sister?
"Secret love is a personal matter." Thank you to the author for sharing this story.
So who is Shidong's mother? Leaves?
I cried?????????
Oh, it's gone? My tears also fell. . .
A friend recommended Xinchuan Stories and I'm very familiar with it, but I haven't had the courage to read it yet, so I read this one first. Although the story is a little incomplete, I understood it after reading the comments. At the same time, it seems understandable from the female protagonist's perspective. It's just that the onlookers are still curious, but the emotions are also conveyed. I think maybe it's because I feel a little bit the same way. It's actually very tiring to look up at someone who is far away from you. If you look away from yourself, you can't even understand why you keep looking at that person. Obviously you don't know what their life is like. You can only piece together an image through the fragments they show. Can you really say that you understand that person? It doesn't seem to be the case. It seems that I just hope that I can be him, and I am addicted to the image I created of him. But it seems that I can't show such feelings to other people, but I don't seem to like him either. Hey, I really hate defining. It's so troublesome. My ta is in the past. I hope Miss Xie Junyu can live a good and happy life. After typing this comment, I feel like I'm ready to click on Xinchuan Stories! I am really looking forward to writing a warm or sweet work. I wish you a safe, healthy and happy life in advance hhhhh
So true. . The imperfections and travails of adolescence
Did I miss it? You haven't explained yet why Shi Xi wants to go to the entertainment industry?
I cried?????????
My big brother Lu Gui is really good at writing. I want to cry but can't. Sigh
Woohoo, I really want to know who the hero's lover is! Is it Ye? Or that assistant sister?
"Secret love is a personal matter." Thank you to the author for sharing this story.