The Traveler

Are you still writing? Or changed a pen name?

Everything turns out to be so similar in the beginning, knowing each other and cherishing each other just like that through the dense barriers, tightly hugging two hearts that have been lonely for too long. He understands everything you said. You are glad that fate has sent you this encounter, but you have forgotten the desolation after waking up from the dream. That surprise was like a spring thunder, with a bang, all hopes were wiped out. I have been waiting for a grand feast for 27 years in my life, and the feast was dispersed in such a hurry, with the cups and plates in a mess. In fact, there are not many old things to recall. Twenty-seven years later, all I have to wait for is 600 pages of paper, neither thin nor thick. There is not much firmness to lament. In the torrent of reality, love always ranks behind reputation, family affection, and money, and is always the first to be abandoned. The beauty that I tried my best to retain was all signed with innocence. Several guesses, several hesitations. Close to each other, distant from each other. The wind and sand are roaring, and you are unable to resist it, but you cannot hide either. In the end, it was just his hesitation and your turning around. He came to her city unknowingly, looked at him in her eyes, listened to him in her mouth, and never talked about himself, which was ridiculous self-deception. I still have some thoughts, a trace of greed, thinking about those two nights, and the residual warmth in my longing. When I dream back at midnight, I count all the impossibilities. Those silent sorrows. That person, that love, eventually became a glimpse in the past. Become quicksand between fingers. Empty thoughts. That day of the year, This is how it comes. Stand still across the wind and sand in the sky, but he is waiting for you to come and you are waiting for him to leave.

Although this story is cliché, Shushu's delicate description makes the article very touching. Well, it feels like watching an old movie. . (Actually, I want to say: Can you write something happy? You know how to torture readers, a guy with a dark heart!!)

Come on Shushu! I read it three times, and it turns out that it's hard for someone of my age to understand its connotations. . . But the sadness of the vicissitudes of life is clearly felt at the beginning. After time, nothing can stir up the heart. But once that unique thing appears, it is like a stormy sea. Even if it is silent on the surface, there are hidden waves underneath. . . This is the feeling Chen Hang gave me. . .

It's not that I don't love it, it's that I love it too much. I think he left because he was afraid, or at least a little uneasy and panicked. What he took away were the more than 600 A4 chat notes to reflect on. If you want to forget and stay away, why bother wearing this most important thing on your body. Maybe it's the secular world, they obviously love each other (I'm a bit unsure about this), but they are afraid to be together. "They looked at each other quietly across the street." ——They are separated by the road, the world, and helplessness. Author's reply: Thank you! Thank you sir! Stop!

So, does Chen Hang still love that man? Of course it is love, but it is a deeper love, a love that is more obscure, distant and meaningful. For Chen Hang, pursuing that man has become his entire life, and even his life's belief. However, this kind of love cannot be spoken, let alone announced to the public. From Chen Hang's own perspective, the gap with that man is a reality that he cannot overcome. As a rational adult, he cannot forcefully insert himself into the other person's life in the name of love. This will undoubtedly cause obstacles to the other person's career. However, love is love, you cannot cut it off, let alone control it, or stop it. So, how can we find a foothold for this love, a place where it can continue to live humblely and exist for a long time in real life? When he met her, he finally found his Noah's Ark for this love. Therefore, during the year he lived with her, Chen Hang always repeatedly expected her to tell stories about her student days and her younger life, because in these lives, there was the presence of that man, and he was touching his youth through her stories. In fact, he longed for that man through her, and through her the body and soul of that man merged, and they fought to the death again and again. Or, as unkind readers, can we also ask this rhetorical question, does Su Anna love Chen Hang? During the days she lived with Chen Hang, did she still love that man? Who does she love more? These questions may be more difficult to answer, but there is no doubt that Su Anna has a mutual affection for Chen Hang. She may also have empathy for a man who is also a talented man. Naturally, she also has attachment to a simple man. Whether these feelings are love is debatable, but not attributing them to love is equally debatable. She undoubtedly had love for that man, otherwise she would not have known that the man had fallen in love with her and she would have gone to him immediately, nor would she have been in such a hurry when the man came at the end, making people feel pity for her, nor would she have been comparing the similarities between the two in front of Chen Hang all the time. However, the man undoubtedly did not give her a positive reply when she went to find him that time, so Suana lived alone with her child. But it is meaningless to ask who Su Anna loves more. Because the person in your heart and the person in front of you can coexist with each other. We can definitely have two or even more emotions and at the same time be steadfast in life. Because life is dull, but emotions can be rich. Young people may not be able to understand this reality, but adults can relate to it - it is better to cherish the people in front of you than to cherish the people in front of you. With this kind of attitude towards life, in reality, people can live more relaxed and more freely. On the surface, the life of Chen Hang and Su Anna is the life of a man and a woman, but in fact, it is the life of two men and a woman, or in other words, the life of two men through a woman. It's just that this woman is in it but doesn't know it, and the other man is outside but is always in it. This kind of life, this kind of love, cannot be described, but it is impossible to judge whether it is happy or not. The woman who is unaware of the situation may not be unhappy; the person who is loved so deeply outside may not be unhappy; even the person who caused this situation and cannot extricate himself may not be unhappy. But with this kind of love and this kind of life, as a reader, you can't help but sigh. If the story continues like this, the relationship between the three people may always be like this, maintaining such a delicate relationship, each loving, living happily, and living like this. However, the cunning author was still dissatisfied with the result and gave Chen Hang a chance to succeed. At the end of the novel, Su Anna's former lover, the man Chen Hang was pursuing, reappeared. Chen Hang and the man looked at each other quietly across the road in the dust everywhere. This look at the infinite country, this look at the universe, this look at each other. Through the world, through the hustle and bustle, and through the years, two men understand each other, depend on each other, and confront each other in life. Maybe there is a hidden pain in your eyes that will be unsaid, or maybe there is a deep feeling in my eyes that will be told but unsaid. At this time, is there any need to say it or to confirm it again? Want to doubt again? Everything is too clear. On the two sides looking at each other, the power of the two men roared, and the emotions of the two men surged. In the future, there are countless possibilities. But the novel ends abruptly in such a turbulent undercurrent, giving readers endless aftertaste. Seeing this, the author will inexplicably think of an old song in my mind: In the wind and sand in the sky, watching you go away, I am so sad that I can't help myself; I can only hope that I can send you thousands of miles, only to reach the end of the mountain and rely on you for the rest of my life... We don't know what will happen to the characters in the novel in the future. But every reader can design ten thousand endings for them according to their own wishes, see how the literati view their feelings, use their imagination, and plan a future for them... Author's reply: 555 Indeed, this feeling has become so obscure and lingering! 5555555555 Su Anna, your analysis is also very good! It is better to cherish the person in front of you when you are filled with mountains and rivers and love the distance - well, that's not the case with Xiao R. . (Sweat! I'm going too far...) On the surface, it is the life of a man and a woman, but in fact, it is the life of two men and a woman, or in other words, it is the life of two men through a woman - brilliant! (*^__^*) 5555555 Eyes full of wind and sand are indeed the epitome of the world. Well. . . . 5555555555 Across the ocean to see you is a good song. . So what. . Little bear! ! 55555555 The wind and sand flying across the sky and across the sea reminded me of another true story. . Alas, 555555555555

I fell in love with the same woman...

Looking at the ending, even though there is no ending, my heart fell towards the heroine. . . . How sad would he be if he knew what happened between him and her this year? T-T

Because if you love someone you can't get, it's good to chase his footsteps, but you lose yourself on the way to chase. A person chases his past, copies his past, and slowly and unknowingly becomes him, but he is still him, and I am still me.

The story is good and the writing is good too