[Harry Potter] The Secret of a Lifetime

The article has a slight sense of Western romance, and some of the language is abstract and slightly refined. Although it is not completely perfect and has no sense of craftsmanship, it is already quite flavorful. It was a simple statement, but it contained an inexplicable shuddering pain. Pretty much since chapter one... Well, maybe chapter two? Every time I read a sentence, my heart would tremble and hurt. Unexpectedly unpretentious. In fact, I am quite impatient to see a large group of people having sex and getting confused, but this article unexpectedly touched me. In fact, I am also very surprised that he is not a professor fan or even a bit professor black, but here this soft, hard, stubborn and green thin boy is unexpectedly likeable. I have never felt much about the professor's belief in love. After all, the overly complicated feelings make it difficult to distinguish what he is obsessed with. Emotions that are not pure enough must not be strong enough. But in this article, although there seems to be a turbulent undercurrent, his inner world is surprisingly pure, not pure and kind, but black and white, simple and clear. The belief in cleanliness is similar to the feeling of mysophobia. Harry Potter's clear distinction between black and white stems from his protected and affected life, but as he trudged through this pool of mud, there was still no gray haze left in his heart, and the sky and earth were clear in his eyes. It was also because of this clean barrier that he could move forward firmly on this thorny road without looking back, even if his feet were dripping with blood. After so many things happened when he visited James in the medical room for the first time at night, he fell into a feeling of guilt that was close to despair. The unclean feeling originated from the spirit. His insistence on his faith and his spiritual world were tainted by himself. So he retreated again, wanting to leave himself some shelter for his soul and a reason to continue on. But that love is just a little light in the dark and damp, a little warmth, a little light, a little joy. The more this little light shines, the more it shines on people, leaving them with nothing. After all, it is a light, not the sun, and cannot give him light throughout the day. A little bit of light hung on his soul, and he was both greedy and unavailable. He was also at a loss, hanging dangling like this, unable to pick it up or put it down. I don't know the future development, and the story has not yet reached the point of the most difficult decision, but I guess the road ahead will continue to be stumbling, and there will be deeper bleeding wounds that need to be licked. I don't know what kind of behemoth these twisted and tangled loves will grow into in the future, and how much reluctance, tears, and obsessions this behemoth will swallow. I don't know how this story will end with these people. It's still very sad at the moment, but the author said this article is HE... In fact, I don't care so much about the ending of this article—— What I am obsessed with is the story, but it seems that it is no longer the story itself, but the characters in the story, the characters' feelings, and the melancholy caused by the feelings. What I am obsessed with is this melancholy. Love is not available, difficulties are difficult to solve, and hard work is fruitless. The turbulent undercurrent is similar to the calmness of despair, giving people the illusion of being cornered and on the verge of death. In the labyrinth of this world, it's not just love that can tighten your throat so much. But it must be love. Only love can make people suffocate and die. Love is poison, love is mead, love is the only language that can truly change our beliefs. But that's just the lonely love I have. A response is not necessarily required. Companionship is not necessarily required. On this long dark road, the soul can only walk alone. Originally I just wanted to write a few short comments about this wonderful article that made my heart tremble. As a result, only a few sentences became more than a thousand words, and they were simply changed into long comments. This is not a professional review, just take a look.

The article I read in junior high school was actually updated. I burst into tears.

The Secret of a Lifetime has always had a high status among the ss-related novels I have read. The first time I saw this article was when I clicked on it in a large package a few years ago. Then I was deeply attracted by the extremely engaging character performance and plot, and then I followed it to Jinjiang. The quality of The Secret of a Lifetime was really very high even though the quality of the literature I read at that time was uneven. I read it over and over again and was moved by the delicate description. It was the way I expected to get along, awkward love, and the way of expression of advancing and retreating. Recently, I found that the articles I followed a few years ago have been slowly restored and updated, which made me feel tearful. Congratulations to the author! My wife likes "He fell to the ground and looked at the stars in his hands"

It feels a bit like Allen's own evaluation of Snape: innocent, confused, full of resentment...

The perspective and pronouns in this article are very special and beautiful. For Schulph, even if no one is with him all the time, it would be much better than this, right? Reminds me of the little prince and the fox The little prince tamed the fox at the fox's request they had a great time Then he left for his only rose Before leaving, the fox gave him three pieces of advice. The last one is [You are always responsible for the things you have tamed. You must be responsible for your roses...] But his fox is also the only fox tamed by him. He didn't realize Before he left, was the fox sad when he gave his last piece of advice? When he left, the fox looked at his back, would he be jealous of that weak flower? After he leaves, when the fox sees the golden wheat fields blowing in the wind, whose blond hair will he think of? ["In the end, you didn't get any benefits!" "I got it," said the fox, "by the color of the wheat field."] The story goes like this. But Fox, you still want him to accompany you. But the story is like this, because the rose needs the little prince, because the rose knows the little prince first, because the rose is the most important to the little prince. So the fox wants to say goodbye to the little prince. And the fox knew that it was a farewell forever. Ah, I seem to have said something off-topic. Please bear with me wwww

Please update, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, my spiritual food is waiting for you. I promised him, just wait for him, I will cry to death in jpss's sadomasochism! ! !

Hahahaha, I specially explained the meaning of despise in my words. Hahaha, it's so cute. Help. . . (Go to Cat's Paw and read the previous one! (Meow... I like it so much! Hmm... Looking forward to w! "If others are good, and you are also good, all the misfortunes you have endured seem even more meaningless - it is just unfortunate that his fate is so bad"... Hhh The only way for everyone who has experienced misfortune. . And who the person ends up becoming often depends on how he answers this question. Oh... So I'm not so sure, his chosen answer is... Unfortunate and cruel reality is what it should be, and those happy people are just stupid hypocrites? I feel like this is a choice that is unlikely to lead to happiness. But it's easier to accept. This is a complete road leading to the abyss... And Potter about the previous chapters. . . So I asked him, can he really lead Snape to a bright path with his passion? . . Sure enough, it won't work. One didn't have high expectations for him, and the other really didn't do any real maintenance. What a mild tragedy.

I like the meaning of the tinfoil man... I'm so tired... Once you open your heart, you can't completely close it... I like the last few paragraphs... But it's a bit, well... If you want to be completely lyrical, it doesn't feel like it's enough... Although it's already written quite touchingly, it still feels like it's not filled up...

I like the part at the end where Snape recalls his mother... If you try to interpret it... This is the only love he has ever had, but it is too fragile and weak. It can only make him admit that he is not cold in the cold and it will not really make him warm... Probably... (But actually I don't like to interpret this paragraph... I think this is... Naturally, Severus remembered the love and cold memories of his childhood... Then James said earlier that I don't want to get anything from you, but I want to give you everything I can give... It reminds me of Eugene in Abandoned Lovers, who feels that he has too little, so I have to give him more... Love is like this... I found that I began to think that I understood people's definition of love... Wrongly... Love is an illusion, which can be easily overturned and then endlessly constructed and swirled like the illusions during the onset of illness.

I really like the ending...! ! !