I came to register a JJ account because I read this article by Ren Zhida. Inexplicably, I like it very much. I cried the first time I watched it. I read it a second and third time, and even copied it. A lover for half a life, turned into a stranger in the end. Inexplicably, I remembered Rabindranath Tagore's "The farthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you. It's love that is buried deep in my heart, but I can't tell you." It may sound hypocritical to say this, but after reading the article, I really feel that it is not hypocritical at all. What I remember deeply is that Wang Sheng told stories to the second young master. Wang Sheng was a storyteller who had gone through those rushing years. He told his own stories calmly and filled the blank memory of the second young master. But after all, he was just a passerby in the second young master's blank years. Deep love, but no way to express it. When I watched it, I would rather the junior brother fell to his death at the foot of the cliff. There is nothing wrong with being separated like this. But fate played a trick on people. Wang Sheng and Er Shao, they had never been separated in life, but they had overcome the separation of death, which was more painful than separation of death. I was really touched. What moved me was that Wang Sheng didn't say anything. I couldn't help calling for help, I couldn't help saying anything, but I couldn't help being alone, and I couldn't help living alone. In the end, they drifted apart like parallel lines, but one was nowhere to be found, and the other walked the world alone.
Seeing many details makes me feel very distressed and uncomfortable. It really cannot be described in words. Wang Sheng talked about the gentleness of his junior brother, and the casual gentleness of his junior brother would drown Wang Sheng. For a stranger who met by chance, this kind of tenderness is undoubtedly poison or poisonous wine. There was also the last moment when the second young master mistakenly saw a young man in white. Who could say that it was just innocent and unintentional? All of them were forgotten. There was also the second young master's last look back. But in the future, the second young master may have a lovely wife and a beautiful family, and the journey will go smoothly. But the memory he was missing was the most precious thing he had ever had. Once forgotten, those good things are nothing.
In this world of joys and sorrows, how can we overcome forgetfulness? After all, it's too easy to forget. But memory, after a person dies, a person will soon forget.
I know I'm being pretentious, but I really can't help but like TUT so much!
It's a beautiful tragedy, and it's really great to write a piece of abuse in a big way.
There is a small, reluctant touch between the lines.
Ah! A very touching classic tragedy.
I came here to search DaDa's articles specifically just for this one. The last sentence hurt me_(:з∠)_. You can write a short story so cruelly and beautifully. DaDa's writing skills are great. It turned out to be so long ago. Come on -3-
I wonder what it would be like if the young master remembered everything
(I was wrong, I forgot to rate it just now)
I wonder what it would be like if the young master remembered everything
Great article, author. .
Too cruel! ! ! It turns out that Ren Da's short stories are all abuse! !
My vitality is severely damaged. It tortured me to death.
I came to register a JJ account because I read this article by Ren Zhida. Inexplicably, I like it very much. I cried the first time I watched it. I read it a second and third time, and even copied it. A lover for half a life, turned into a stranger in the end. Inexplicably, I remembered Rabindranath Tagore's "The farthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you. It's love that is buried deep in my heart, but I can't tell you." It may sound hypocritical to say this, but after reading the article, I really feel that it is not hypocritical at all. What I remember deeply is that Wang Sheng told stories to the second young master. Wang Sheng was a storyteller who had gone through those rushing years. He told his own stories calmly and filled the blank memory of the second young master. But after all, he was just a passerby in the second young master's blank years. Deep love, but no way to express it. When I watched it, I would rather the junior brother fell to his death at the foot of the cliff. There is nothing wrong with being separated like this. But fate played a trick on people. Wang Sheng and Er Shao, they had never been separated in life, but they had overcome the separation of death, which was more painful than separation of death. I was really touched. What moved me was that Wang Sheng didn't say anything. I couldn't help calling for help, I couldn't help saying anything, but I couldn't help being alone, and I couldn't help living alone. In the end, they drifted apart like parallel lines, but one was nowhere to be found, and the other walked the world alone. Seeing many details makes me feel very distressed and uncomfortable. It really cannot be described in words. Wang Sheng talked about the gentleness of his junior brother, and the casual gentleness of his junior brother would drown Wang Sheng. For a stranger who met by chance, this kind of tenderness is undoubtedly poison or poisonous wine. There was also the last moment when the second young master mistakenly saw a young man in white. Who could say that it was just innocent and unintentional? All of them were forgotten. There was also the second young master's last look back. But in the future, the second young master may have a lovely wife and a beautiful family, and the journey will go smoothly. But the memory he was missing was the most precious thing he had ever had. Once forgotten, those good things are nothing. In this world of joys and sorrows, how can we overcome forgetfulness? After all, it's too easy to forget. But memory, after a person dies, a person will soon forget. I know I'm being pretentious, but I really can't help but like TUT so much!
It's a beautiful tragedy, and it's really great to write a piece of abuse in a big way.
There is a small, reluctant touch between the lines.
Ah! A very touching classic tragedy.
I came here to search DaDa's articles specifically just for this one. The last sentence hurt me_(:з∠)_. You can write a short story so cruelly and beautifully. DaDa's writing skills are great. It turned out to be so long ago. Come on -3-
I wonder what it would be like if the young master remembered everything (I was wrong, I forgot to rate it just now)
I wonder what it would be like if the young master remembered everything
Great article, author. .
Too cruel! ! ! It turns out that Ren Da's short stories are all abuse! !
My vitality is severely damaged. It tortured me to death.