The Warmth That Remains

I was halfway through reading this article and decided to write my first long review for it. This is the third article I read by Chu Han Yiqing. The first one I read was "The Honesty of Lies". I had no choice but to give up after reading about half of it. At that time, I felt a natural anger: Why is this love so stiff as a person with a low intestinal obstruction? Why don't we stop talking about it, because it will affect my plot. Later, I accidentally read "Dui Dui" and realized that I had misjudged the author's writing style. Her pen should always be bathed in the sun, so every word exudes fragrance, with endless tenderness and elegance like poetry, just like flowers that are believed to be real in the fantasy world, spreading their fragrance, which is better than what can be touched. So I clicked on "The Remaining Warmth" without hesitation The novel cannot withstand retelling. Once retold, it becomes a bare story. People read it mechanically and cannot produce their own touches. What impressed me the most was not the story itself, but the author's writing style. You seem to have moved to the south of the Yangtze River, sitting on a wicker chair under a banana leaf. The afternoon is quiet and leisurely, and the wind blows warmly. The author tells a story like a casual chat, sometimes sighing, neither light nor heavy, and his clear eyes penetrate the sorrows and joys of others. The author's text also makes people want to read it again and again. "The once proud young master has become a prodigal, the caring people in the past are now all thorns, the fire in the heart is like embers, and the remaining warmth is not yet gone." It is not finished, it is not finished, the tip of the tongue is curled up, and the aftertaste is also lingering, refusing to go straight away. The proud young man did not dare to look back, so he ran towards the future, trying to get a new start, but failed every time. A caring person is blinded by a leaf, so he experiences a false future in his own memories, but wakes up in the middle of the night every day. Until nine years later, they met again by chance. The appearance remains the same, but the temperament has changed drastically. In fact, nothing has changed. The hard shell on the outside cannot be broken by anyone, but I have taken it off myself. When I look at the person in front of me again, I love me as much as before. They reconciled so easily that people were dumbfounded. I don't understand because I have never met her, but I understand that the most sincere love must be like that. It was only when I met him that my heart settled down. The dust that the traveler had covered along the way fell to the ground and accumulated into thick soil. I vowed to let that person be planted in my heart, take root, sprout, blossom and bear fruit, and never be separated again. Before I finished reading it, I simply didn't understand how two people could be separated for nine years. Only later did I see that there was the bloody death of a close relative between them. Wen Bieyu only missed this love twice, once when she wanted to bear the pain alone and drove away Yu Shiye, and once when she had the opportunity but lacked the courage to let Yu Shiye go two years later. To be honest, it's hard to empathize with, but it's understandable. Fortunately, when they met again later, they had grown up, and life had taught them how to be brave. It's just that their love is so beautiful that it makes people envious and even jealous. If they hadn't been apart for nine years, they would never have let them off easily. In reality, no one can love so perfectly, without even the slightest bit of uneasiness. It can only be a novel. The lingering feelings are so real, but they can be seen, understood, but cannot be touched. And the reality that cannot be escaped is that there are always past events that are hard to look back on, but we can't help but recall them over and over again before going to bed. Memories are like looking at flowers in the fog, and description depends entirely on the state of mind. Tenderness appears indifferent, and being affectionate seems to be ruthless. The more I miss you, the more embarrassed I become. I simply look for someone new. I just hope that happiness will continue, and I refuse to grow a heart.

In fact, at the end of the movie, I couldn't understand why the attitude towards the opponent was so cold at first, nor could I understand why he became the image of a prodigal who is very casual about feelings. In my opinion, everything Gong experienced, including the death of several old people, should be a kind of experience and forced growth for him. However, on the contrary, Gong has become a very worldly person (at the beginning), and his feelings for Shou are also a bit confused. Although he is the main writer, I failed to truly empathize with him. . Although, it's not bad,,,

This is a short story, not very long. When I saw the sudden kiss in the middle of the story, I was confused, because obviously the author is not a narrator who randomly pulls out plots. I thought it was adult passion and impulse. But it turns out that the separation is because a life lies between them. Life is probably the most important thing in relationships, both life and death. They are all fetters and they are all weights that trap people. The most rewarding thing about this story for me is the attitude of the three old people facing death. The sentence "A mentally healthy person never thinks about death" suddenly appeared in my mind. Well, I didn't mean to write this. If every day goes smoothly and the most worrying things every day are what to eat, what clothes to wear, and which games to play, then death is really a distant thing and there is no need to think about it. But if you can't sleep day and night, can't control your limbs, can't express yourself clearly, and look at everything with pessimism and anger. It seems perfectly logical to think about death. I have seen three types of people who yearn for death. The first type is tortured by pain and cancer. The pain stimulates his pain all the time, destroys his body, and clamors to take control of his body. I have heard them pray for death. I understand very well that it would be too painful to have your flesh cut with a dull knife every moment. The chicken soup cooked by your family's care and care is so thin that it cannot be shared for him. The second, is afflicted by another disease that is now more widely known - mental illness. They seem to be diseases, but in fact the pain of the two is completely different. Most mental illnesses destroy the will, which is different from the will to resist pain. What needs to be resisted are often: "No one loves me", "Everyone bullies me", "I can't do a very simple thing", "I want to cry for no reason", "I don't want to continue", "I am so tired, I don't know why I am tired but I am so tired", "I am a burden to everyone" and other nonsensical self-emotions. You can't let people who live a normal and happy life experience these emotions. Most of these emotions are devastating because they suddenly offend and squander their negative energy. You can't get rid of it, you can't ignore it, you are swallowed up, and you can't ask for help, because if you ask for help from a patient who is also tortured, you will only get more negativity. Lonely, difficult, and with no end in sight, they naturally thought that the final solution was to end their own world. And the third type is losing support. Not everyone can find the next fulcrum of life smoothly. Especially when the support is a concrete person. The departure of a lover, the departure of relatives, here more often the departure of children, and even the departure of faith. Death is never just a farewell, it is never seeing her again. No matter where you go in this world, you will never be able to talk to her again, have dinner with her again, or listen to her expression again. And when faith is shattered by reality, it's probably when the person's world collapses. What I mostly see is people leaving. Before I saw it, dying for love was really an ancient legend. In fact, what is left behind is even more painful. I saw a very beautiful starry sky that cannot be shared, and sharing cannot be caught. I ate a new dish that I couldn't share, and suddenly it was tasteless. This kind of loneliness won't make people want to die, but it can make people's mood plummet and their desire for life gradually decrease. If you want to find her, you will only have one thought in your mind, which is to follow her. I very much agree and understand the view of life and death presented in the article. How can young and powerful people feel the pain of aging? They will only get angry when facing the other person's abandonment, think that they have been abandoned, and want to keep them, confused, aggrieved, sad, and demanding. Neither side is wrong. We may learn respect throughout our lives. Even if you cry, even if you miss him, respect him, otherwise you will still get regrets, why hurt him when he is in so much pain. It's so hard to be understood. Especially when faced with life and death It feels like people spend their whole lives learning to "look away" and look past the difficulties of life, look past birth, old age, illness and death, look past regrets and look past giving up. Regarding relationships, I saw comments from book friends who said that although they reunited, it was too perfect. This probably meant that the two people were so compatible. Wow, yes, nine years. Days and nights add up to nearly three thousand days. It seems like it was just yesterday when I recall what happened nine years ago, but it was really a long time ago. Nine years will change a person's fears and preferences, change a person's attitude towards reality, and countless passers-by will come and go around him. God, missing and meeting each other has always been my favorite theme. Maybe it's because I always firmly believe that the love I had back then was not false at all. The closeness and separation back then were not a problem between you and me. Most of the time, the comfort of reading stories is that the regrets I didn't have were fulfilled when someone else encountered them, and I felt very happy. The joy of seeing through the mirror lies in the sweetness and sourness in it. When we were young, we loved without reservation and tried our best. When we met again, they were already human-like. Everyone was polite and packaged well, but underneath the surface, it was still the same sincere and unreserved heart. One word, cool [shy] Well, in the end, I will always believe that this story really happened in their world, no matter how sad or happy it is. Thank you for the story. I wish us all the best, and so do they.

For those of you who are scolding me in the comments, I hope you can also see in the main article the indignant sisters who are scolding me and accepting it for me! It will definitely happen,

What a beautiful article! Finished spreading flowers! Little Peacock and Bieyu will always be happy! (Some of the comments below may affect my mood. Yes, it's all over. I don't know how to evaluate comments like this, so be careful when scrolling down.)

Scatter flowers I wish we can all become brave people like Andre, grandma, grandpa, Xiaoye and Xiaoyu.

I have grasped the essence of peacock early, hahaha

Well, the first place in long-distance running is yours, and the first place in high jump is also yours.

This is a story that I like very much. Maybe it has something to do with the subject matter. The whole story has a vague sense of heaviness, but people who love each other will eventually meet again across time.

I had always been very pessimistic about the idea of ​​reunion, and I never dared to click on this article. But today I clicked on it and decided to read it. The emotional entanglement in the opening lines attracted me. Xiaoyu and Ono missed their fateful reunion, but it was actually a bit regretful to read the whole story. I didn't like the reunion because I didn't like misunderstandings. But after really watching it, I felt like it should be like this. The door that was knocked but opened late seemed to foreshadow the relationship between the two people. In fact, it was guessed very early that Xiao Wen no longer had an ex-husband, and there were many details. After reading the entire article, I am still very sorry. ,, It's a pity that I missed it for so many years. It's a pity that Xiaoyu looked at Ono from a distance in the crowd. But I'm glad that they reunited and fell in love again. Those who meet will meet again and will always be happy in the future.