Joy of Life

Dear book lovers, due to the popularity of the TV series, Qing Yu Nian's book review area has become lively again recently. Everyone's enthusiasm has once again made this old book, which was completed ten years ago, top the best-seller list again and again. Some of the comments are in favor of the book, and some prefer the TV series. Of course, most of them like both the book and the TV series. Everyone has their favorites, and this is normal, so everyone can express their opinions freely without attacking each other. ‌As the old cat said: "Adaptation is better than no modification, but if the modification is good, of course that is what we are pursuing." ‌Finally, I would like to say that the current Douban score of TV is 8.0. Book lovers are welcome to rate it more. After all, it is not easy for our online drama adaptation to get this score. We still hope that it will get better and better in the future.

When he was really bored, he would ask the nurse to hold up the hospital bed, and then just stare blankly at the busy people walking back and forth in front of him: doctors, nurses, family members... He just felt that he was so out of tune with them. It was like a grain of sand was thrown into the sea. The sea did not change much, but the sand clearly felt that it was so incompatible with everything around it, but it could not resist. I can only be carried away by the sea and go to unknown distances. But the world can only see the rise and fall of the tide, but cannot feel the sorrow of a grain of sand. Is this loneliness? He doesn't know. He only knows that the book talks about seven emotions, six desires and eight sufferings, but what is loneliness? Is it happiness, anger, sorrow, joy, love, hatred, desire, or parting from love, meeting resentment and hatred, not being able to ask for something, flaming five Yins, birth, old age, illness, and death? The more he looked at the busy people around him, the more he hated his own incompetence. Seeing their joy, anger and sorrow, I couldn't empathize or feel deeply. However, just watching them laugh and make trouble in silence, I also laughed, as if I was really happy and happy, not lonely at all. But why? Are you always smiling and laughing, but tears fall from the corners of your eyes? Fan Xian himself didn't know. Fan Xian just lay silently like this. The rain slowly stopped, and the snores of the patients also became weaker. On the contrary, the sound of the clock passing by was so clear in this chaotic darkness. He just listened silently to the sound of the ticking second hand crossing the surface. His mind was in chaos, and time was also in chaos. The past, present, and future are close to each other, intersect with each other, and are separated from each other. It begins with the Big Bang and ends with the end of the world. Fan Xian lay like this, always feeling that he was independent of the world and time. You don't know how long it has been, seconds, minutes, or hours? Perhaps, a short moment has passed, just a moment, or perhaps a long time has passed, and the vicissitudes of the world have passed, the years have become monuments, and eternity has turned into nothingness. He doesn't know, he only knows that everything is meaningless at this moment. "God, God, Buddha, or anything else, can you give me a chance to live again? I also want to stand firmly on the ground, I also want to be able to run and jump, and I also want... To see with my own eyes the scenery that was talked about in Haikou..." In the deepest midnight, Fan Xian finally collapsed. Tears rushed out uncontrollably, and then ran down his cheeks little by little, wetting the pillow into patches. At this moment, the heartstring that had been tight for more than ten years was finally broken, allowing him to cry freely, like a child. After crying bitterly, Fan Xian fell into a deep sleep, like a child. And what he doesn't know is that maybe God has mercy and when he wakes up the next day, he will really get a chance to live a new life, starting from a child. Years have passed in a flash. It seems that in just a snap of a finger, Fan Xian has spent four years in this world, starting from a child. He can run again and jump again. When no one was around, no one knew how he would laugh, make noise, and then shed tears, as if he were crazy. Unknowingly, some things from the previous life have gradually become blurred, but there are always some things that cannot be forgotten, like a thin film between him and this life. He knew this was something that could never go away: the secret of his rebirth. Because of this, he could never open his heart to the world.

Just like Truman in The Truman Show. But unlike Truman, Truman can at least discover the falseness of the world he is in, and then resolutely take a boat ride, find the exit, and go to the real world. And he was really afraid if he opened his heart to others and told this secret. Then, the next second, the world will shatter with a "bang". It turns out that these are just a dream that is too real. It was so true that he didn't even want to wake up. He was still the patient suffering from myasthenia gravis and could only wait to die. "I could have endured the darkness if I had never seen the light." Fan Xian never wanted to go back, after he truly set foot on the land again. So, let's do this, keep this secret in my heart, and live again as a person in this world. If these are really just dreams, he is willing to sink into it and never wake up again. It was night, Fan Xian was lying on the bed alone, and the maids who served him had already fallen asleep. But he couldn't sleep anyway. Vaguely, he remembered that night in his previous life. That time he cried completely, and when he woke up, he had become a man in this world. At this moment, the current scene seems a little different from the previous life. There is no more sudden engine roar outside the window, no more frequent snores in the ward. On the contrary, there are more incense and more meditation, things that were not available in the previous life. But he also knows that there are still some things that remain unchanged. For example, the loneliness that is hidden deep in everyone's heart, usually invisible and imperceptible, the loneliness that Fan Xian thought did not exist, finally found him on this night of this month of this year. At this point, he can no longer pretend that it doesn't exist, can no longer pretend to be free of it. You can only feel it like a tarsal maggot, wrapping around you little by little, getting tighter and tighter, making you unable to struggle or breathe. That indescribable, chaotic loneliness. "After all, I didn't escape. I still overestimated myself." In the silent midnight, someone sighed. He originally thought that he could really live as Fan Xian in this life. Now it seems that he is just Fan Shen, the actor who plays Fan Xian, a lonely traveler who relies on Fan Xian's body to move around in this world, and he can never be Fan Xian himself. But this time, Fan Xian didn't cry. Because he had already cried bitterly last time. After all, he has known for a long time that in this world, he is just a lonely traveler. His life is just an irreversible journey of loneliness. Even if he can choose to see all the Chang'an flowers in one day, the loneliness will not dissipate. Instead, it will accumulate bit by bit, waiting for one day to completely destroy him. "Life is like a journey against the odds, and I am also a traveler." He should have understood this long ago. All that is needed to alleviate such loneliness is a sleepless night. The next day, the sun still rose as usual. With the help of the maid, Fan Xian tidied himself up, then opened the courtyard door and stepped out. The dazzling luminous sphere in the sky was spreading its brilliance wantonly towards the world. He cast his gaze towards the distant horizon. In the distance, the world stretched out, and the roads rushed towards him and converged at his feet. Fan Xian stepped forward, and in an instant, he felt that the world was vast and there was a lot to do. "Well, I wish you good morning, Fan Xian," he said to himself, "By the way, I also wish you good afternoon and good night." "I hope you have a good time in this lonely journey of life."

It has always been said that when people are bored, they will think about many strange things. Fan Xian refutes a rumor here: it is true. During the years when he was seriously ill and hospitalized, because of boredom, Fan Xian once thought about what it feels like to be alone, facing the sea and listening to the sound of the waves, which comes from eternity and goes to eternity; it is on the wasteland, watching the heavy snow all over the sky, snowflakes falling one after another; it is the black dust in the sky of sandstorms, ghostly flowing, and subtle penetration surrounding you. Still, holding on to an umbrella, he was walking alone in the rainy streets at midnight. No one was there. The dim street lights cast a yellowish halo in the misty rain, and the sound of falling raindrops could be clearly heard, "tick tick, tick tick, tick tick," and he could hear the splashing sound of his feet in the pond. What he thought was good, but unfortunately, he couldn't experience it. These are, after all, just his wishful thinking. The only time that was closest to the scene he tried his best to construct in his mind was probably late at night. At that time, everyone else was asleep, and the noisy hospital during the day had already curled up, but Fan Xian was lying silently on the bed alone. It was strange to say that he could hardly open his eyes, but he was still not sleepy at all. In this dead darkness, he doesn't know whether his eyes are open or closed, or whether he is asleep or awake. The hour hand is ticking minute by minute. There may be a car roaring past outside the window, but your breathing is clearly audible. It seems that you are the only one left in the world. At this time, it rained. It was drizzle, and the pattering raindrops hit the window, making a very pleasant sound. It echoes the snoring sounds of others in the ward. Don't know why, he wanted to cry. It's not because of the torture of illness, but the most primitive emotion that arises from the deepest part of my heart. On such a rainy night, I think it is allowed to indulge my weakness and cry wildly. But Fan Xian didn't cry after all. Instead, he just lay there, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. The brain is sometimes clear and sometimes chaotic. He seemed to be thinking a lot, but seemed not to be thinking about anything at all. From the little things in the past that he thought he had long forgotten, to the tortures of the day and even the future, it was like a too chaotic movie, passing frame by frame in front of his eyes, like clouds and smoke. Fan Xian felt that he might be sick. He remembered that during the day, he would bang his teeth and make jokes with the patients. Then he laughed loudly with them, but he didn't know why he was laughing, or he froze after laughing, and he didn't know whether to continue laughing or stop there. At this time, he always looked around blankly at the laughing people, not knowing what expression to put on. My heart was as blank as a piece of blank paper. Listening to their laughter, I just felt so empty, monotonous, and without any emotion, as if it was squeezed out of nowhere. Or, it's just an NPC repeating his job again and again. What's the point of such a life? He thought so. Day after day I could only lie in the hospital bed, from morning to night. The only entertainment was to watch some pirated DVDs and books, and then chat with fellow patients.

The Guo Baokun whom Teng Zijing met could decide his life or death with just one sentence. The Guo Baokun whom Fan Sizhe met could provoke him with words and take action in the street. The Guo Baokun whom Fan Xian met could only talk. Guo Baokun is still Guo Baokun, but the status of the three of them is different. The author writes about the complexity of human beings. People who seem to be heinous also have a soft side, and ordinary farm couples also have good and evil sides. In fact, everyone is like this, but the objects are standing at different heights and see things differently. If you become a Tisi, you will find that your subordinates are henpecked. If you follow Honglu Temple to make peace, you will find that the person in charge is also a funny guy. If he were the prime minister's son-in-law, it would be quite interesting to discover that he is the prince. If you are the beloved of the princess, you will find that the empresses in the palace also have their own characteristics. But if there is no identity, no matter how complex human nature is, we cannot detect it. After all, we cannot come into contact with it at all. In this way, good and evil are not important, and complexity is not important. When you reach a certain status, you will have the idea that "it turns out that everyone is human"

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Celebrating more than one year, celebrating more than one year, my favorite! Begged

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