Youth is always dazzling, but far too brief. The bold, the arrogant, the free-spirited and brave, the successful or the fallen, are like shooting stars streaking across the night sky: they have shone, blazed brilliantly, and left us awestruck. Their youth was imperfect and fearful, but that cannot erase or deny the fact that it once glittered, even without the night sky to set it off, beneath the light of day. That is enough. At least they existed, rebelled, and lived through that beautiful, unforgettable youth.
I dedicate this story to those beautiful years of youth now gone. This subject may be rather niche, but back then, our hearts were as warm as spring.
My contemporary romance, with a little angst
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Su Chen, you are just a pitiful and pathetic child. Maybe you are brilliant and beautiful, but the definition you give yourself will always be the meaning of pain. You are entangled in your own whirlpool, and no one can save you except yourself. Maybe because he is a child, he loves extremely and pitifully, and in the end he becomes humble. It's not a compromise, nor is it a must. So, can I say it's a dying struggle after "asking for something but not getting it"? Because I still don't understand what kind of feelings Su Chen has for Lin Yi. If it's love, why doesn't he fight for it, just because Lin Yi is born to be that kind of person? If you don't love him, is it just because of Lin Yi's ignorance that he decided to continue this game? So, why give yourself any excuse for despair? Su Chen will only be a child. She has set a trap for her own world, and even if she comes out, it will only be a temporary compromise. (Purely my personal opinion, please forgive me if I misunderstood, MUA)
I also hope that their world can end completely. Their lives, their love.
"Please let us exchange the remaining youth in our years and the remaining beauty in our youth." Maybe I am no longer young, but if I can meet such a person who knows and cherishes each other, I am willing to shout this.
Maybe, I will die tonight too.
Damn JJ, all the points he scored in the early morning were taken away. Fight again~ Like~Gone~
Warm, distant and cold ——Comment on "Manshang" In fact, it cannot be said to be a comment, but more accurately it should be "feelings". I wrote these words while reading, because there are too many words between the lines that moved me but made me uncomfortable. Sometimes I can't help but cry when I read it. What a contradiction. Two women, I think using women at this time will make me more deeply understand the deep sadness in the article. The monologues of Su Chen and Han Ziqiao's intertwined stories, no matter which one they are, are people who desperately escape for freedom, and both are people who shed tears for love. Perhaps, what they ask for is not a man who can love them, but a man who can give them warmth and always stay by their side. Su Chen was not good at communication, but it was just his nature, not his language skills. She likes photography, perhaps because she wants to find the world in her own eyes through the lens. Just like the Han Yibin she met at the beginning, if not for the empathy effect caused by her similarity to Lin Yi to a certain extent, she used her unique lens to discover a new world and divert her attention. Her inexpressible thoughts were conveyed through the camera, and the feelings she could not convey to Lin Yi were lent to Han Yibin. It's not that Su Chen is poor in words, she just magnified her loneliness and sadness. To a certain extent, she gave up the opportunity to integrate into this world. She used her trip to Beijing to say goodbye, but still called Lin Yi at the last moment. Perhaps what she couldn't give up was the initial virtual love. It was because of the virtual love that she gave up her insistence. In the end, he forced a love for the warmth of this big hand and virtual happiness. It's a farewell, but it's a farewell that's hard to let go. This child understands a lot, but cannot let go even more. She just didn't know how to let go of herself, so she missed a lot. So, sometimes I wish she could simply love, or fall in love with the world in the camera. As for Han Ziqiao, I think she can be called a "woman". The way she smokes is like a lonely woman in Shanghai at night, with her legs crossed and smoking alone into the void. It's not detachment, it's desolation. The coldness in my bones spreads throughout my body. However, Han Ziqiao was smarter. She understood her feelings for Xia Zifei and said goodbye to him bravely and resolutely. How much courage does it take? I think it is very difficult, and the suffering and struggle she suffered are also truly reflected in it. Therefore, I believe that Han Ziqiao made the right decision. Long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain, but it is still a pain after all. Sometimes I think about it, let her be paired with Lin Xiao, why? A playboy like Lin Xiao is a lot of ambiguity, but once he is truly in love, he will be devoted to her forever, and let someone like this who doesn't hesitate to talk sweet words melt the iceberg in Han Ziqiao's heart. Because she needs to be loved, not decorated with cigarettes. As for the relationship between the two women, I find it warm and sweet. This end is tied with the longing on the other end, and this side is surrounded by the expectation on the other end. This kind of feeling is not love but is better than love, is not family affection but is stronger than family affection, which makes people touching and enviable. Because I am waiting for someone to come into my life like this. I like Momo's writing very much. The description is very vivid and vivid. I always fall into that kind of situation unconsciously, sad and uncomfortable, and I also walk into that story. Memories of myself, of others, and of stories, shuttle between them. So sweet, yet so painful. PS: It doesn't seem to be a comment, but my thoughts after reading it haha. But I really like this article. I came here before finishing "The Burning Years". Just update it quickly. ^_^
I am reminded of a sentence in Zhang Ailing's "Eighteen Spring": We can never go back.
Feeling bad again. The long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain, but it still hurts.
Where is my beloved?
Alas, when I saw the end, I felt a little uncomfortable and uncomfortable. . .