Ling Xiaoyu always remembered that afternoon. Near dusk, the sky was as dim as ever, but a streak of red at its edge burned with a bleak, vivid beauty, making her heart pound wildly. Ling Xiaoyu couldn't tell whether she was three or four at the time. What stood out clearly was the feeling of her cheek pressed against the door, rough and icy.
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The writing is really good. It feels light while reading, but makes people want to keep reading. The lives of two women began and ended like this... It is not regrettable. I just think that life is like this, and I feel relieved. How can a flower-like life bloom forever! It gives me the feeling that Ling Xiaoyu and Zhou Biyu are actually very similar. They are both stubborn at heart. It seems that Ling Xiaoyu is in Zhou Biyu's story, and Zhou Biyu is also in Ling Xiaoyu's life. They cannot be separated, leaving only sadness. At the end of the sky, there is a hill of incense. It is not like a brocade bag to collect beautiful bones, or a piece of pure earth to cover the wind. This is fine...
It's a typical example of not living a good life, but the writing is so beautiful that it makes people's hearts move.
Wrong, it's not that reading too many books will lead to bad outcomes, it's that you read them into your heart and your emotions. Reading is just for the sake of reading. If you associate yourself with the story, most people long for a happy ending, but life is often beyond their control. Not to mention the twelve women, isn't this also true for the rise and fall of emperors? He reads noble literature, but lives a luxurious life, enjoys wealth and gentleness, and calls himself an elegant scholar. If the family had not declined, would it continue to be corrupt? Only by going through those confusing things can we see everything and wash away all the trouble. When you see the secular world clearly, why are you still so sentimental? Is it a pity? Ling Xiaoyu, a self-harming and self-pitying woman, probably only loves herself. Suicide is nothing but revenge on the world. It is an illusion of spiritual abandonment. Subconsciously, she feels that death is better. Indeed, the dead are relaxed and leave all the problems of life to the living. Death is clean and easy. She was liberated. The end of sobriety is confusion. There is a fine line between genius and nerves. This woman is a weeping rose.
I admire Dongyuan more and more I don't know how I wrote it so well It seems like I worship you as my teacher If it weren't for the content of this article, I wouldn't like it very much I definitely have to finish reading it Recently found a new address of Lu Han So good
I like the author and feel that you are like a detached master, looking down on all living beings, haha, I look up to you! Support as always^
Now it seems that no one understands Xiao Yu. If there is one person who understands her, maybe it won't end like this in the end, Tan.
Z is really a bad man. You can't choose life, but you can choose death. Xiaoyu's death is beautiful. Sanmao also chose death, maybe they are the most sober people. Where is the fragrant hill at the end of the sky? It's like a brocade bag collecting beautiful bones. A handful of pure soil covers the wind. It's inherently clean and comes clean again. It's better than a filthy ditch stuffed with mud. Xiaoyu, have you found what you want? Have a sweet dream.
She must be thinking about her child...
I understand what Xiangqiu means.
Z must be the child's father, an irresponsible man, even though he was a boy at first. I like Xiao Yu very much. She is a woman with a very soul. He deserves to be cherished by someone who understands her. Zhao Feng is not.