Where Spring Begins

I finished reading it last night when I stayed up all night. Now I think about it and write down what I want to say. Thank you again~ There has never been a pure love story in this world. Whether it is a great one like "Gone with the Wind" or a popular one like "The Plum in the Golden Ping", they are all stories about humble human beings being hit by various energies. The protagonists are stumbling in it, because they are pushed to one place, because they are entangled in the sentence "Spring comes, the water is as green as blue", and then the exclusive novel of the two of them happens. This is especially true for "Where Chunsheng" feels to me. It is a love story, and it is also about the human world, because the god of death follows Chunsheng like a shadow, from the death of Chunsheng's father in childhood to the departure of Jiao's father and Jiao's mother one after another when Jiao Shi becomes an adult, and even until Jiao Shi's middle-aged self gets sick and recovers, and finally slowly exits with the author's kindness. But we all know it just recedes into the shadows. In the chapter about Father Jiao's death, I asked myself, am I really afraid of death? Or am I just afraid that the one I love will leave? I can deeply feel Jiao Shi's sweet and peaceful imagination of death. We are willing to believe that all conditioned phenomena are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and lightning, but we only observe this in ourselves. Human beings are like donkeys in Guizhou Donkey Skills. When we face things that we cannot compete with, we use the last weapon-love! Use love to force each other, use love to dissolve the fear of death~ I have always had the idea of ​​"slicing life". The night Chunsheng and Jiao Shu spent in the valley was one of the slices of their lives. The grass and trees in the valley kept swaying with the sound of the wind. Even after bidding farewell to their teenage years, they will always be able to hear the sound of the wind that day and recognize each other's quiet, sad and gentle eyes. Does the perpetual motion machine live in our hearts? We rely on taking in every golden moment in life to continuously generate love for ourselves. Relying on it, we can walk in the world where there is no grass and still spring is everywhere.

Many people say that reality is heavy, and the writing is so heavy that people don't want to read it. However, I found that life is like this, at least mine is, so I didn't find it strange. Instead, I felt a wonderful sense of closeness, as familiar as returning to the countryside where I grew up as a child, silent, slow, and real. Maybe one day, a Chunsheng will come to me. Even if he doesn't appear, I will feel comforted knowing that Chunsheng is in this world. All the author's articles, read again, and again, and again, comforted or healed me. Waiting for new works.

Cry, it's so well written, I wish you happiness forever

I felt very touched after reading it, thank you Mrs. Kongji.

Nice looking, I like it. Madam's writings are all delicate and realistic, and it's very touching to see the protagonist's ups and downs and eventual success.

My wife is not writing about the feelings of good people, but about the good feelings that happen to ordinary people. That's why this sincerity makes people even more moved

It's not easy to meet the right person in your life

It's so good, I finished it in one day

I'm so lucky to have found this article, I like it very much

Crying like a fool in the middle of the night