In fact, I wanted to write this story a long time ago. In other words, it was a long-cherished wish. I think "Magic Rules" is an aesthetic novel. There is optimism and joy in it, but underneath it is very sad, and I have not thought about it. It will be related to avant-gardism.
"There is nothing new under the sun." In life, we have a lot of things we take for granted, and there are still some things we have done wrong. Now, all the smells have disappeared. The lemon smell of chewing gum, the Dior perfume on Li Dai. I My nose could no longer smell anything. What’s more, I began to doubt myself: the decadent temperament, love and emotion made me realize that dependence was silently infected and affected and changed. Sometimes it still had a hard texture. It was not The result of depression. I still remember watching the avant-garde drama "Rhinoceros in Love" in 2004, and was deeply moved by the fear caused by Meng Jinghui's version (original work: Dario Fer). Everything avoids the state of decline in the form of melancholy. This This is something Ma Lu can’t do, and it’s also what I don’t like. It’s not just about feelings, it’s like this for everything: without persistence, there would be no new beginnings, and there would be no new beginnings that you can’t even imagine.
What things can make me sure that I am still mine? That I am still alive? Even though I know that these things are meaningless to me.
I think it doesn't matter that I was once impoverished, but I just wanted to grab something simple and easy to get, and have fun in the shadows. Just like Ma Lu said that dusk is the time when my eyesight is the worst in the day, and I can see all the streets at a glance. The beauty, tall buildings and streets also changed their usual shapes; just like I seemed to see Li Dai standing near me, with a certain fragrance, a bit moist and pleasant.
I think it happened at that time. But I knew it was not false solemnity. I opened the door, and the dark room suddenly became alive. We cuddled tightly, with a smile on our sparse eyebrows. I looked carefully. When she brushed the hair around her ears, her slightly flustered face showed a bit of unexplainable worry, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. Maybe it would be more solid and warm.
The stars that night were particularly dark under the bright moon. Li Dai stood on the coast, the sea breeze blew her black coat, and her long hair fluttered in the wind, which was really beautiful. The beauty remains unchanged, you remain unchanged, and I remain unchanged, Maybe we will all grow up eventually and you are no longer what you were back then. Maybe you have cut your hair long and your face is no longer the same as it was back then.
After many years like this, many things gradually became clear. The index and middle fingers lifted the red wine in the goblet, and that was it. And some things that I tried hard to remember gradually became blurred. They seemed very far away. It is as blurry and hazy as street lights, just like the misty years, people and things in the past are floating on the dark face. This feeling is rare in the world.
I also see that the undercurrent in it has become much clearer, and the dots are connected into a line, and they are inseparable. The ups and downs are like those we never want to let go of in front of others. Moreover, we must be like stars, digging out bright holes in the darkness. Well. Although my life is very white, so white that there is not a trace of strange color, it gradually dims from time to time. Looking at the low sky, colorful clouds float, not so dark, not so calm. Far and near, hazy and clear. .However, who can understand that there is always a faint pain, a shallow luxuriance, you can smile and look at it, the light and calm slowly spread over the fingertips. So I thought: the agarwood in the past was a little lazy, and There is a trace of mystery that makes people unable to figure out. After all, people cannot say all kinds of love on their lips, but their hearts are often cold. Because they will love all in the shortest time, but never last long, talk too much and can’t figure it out. .Try your best and not be able to hold on. Let go and be reluctant to let go. Continuing to love and not being able to. There are so many problems in this world, and I am used to being lonely, as if I am incomplete in the shadow, and I am incomplete, just like the most beautiful thing is nothing more than this. But, the reality But it goes in the opposite direction.
I think of how many years later, maybe you will no longer remember me, or I am no longer the same person I was yesterday. Even if desolation hits my heart, I only hope that those late flowers will fall and cherish each other. They will be replaced by many things in the vanity of everything. It always becomes clear after walking for a while. They fly past the fingertips, like an enchanting and decisive hell butterfly, as light as a light mark, and still as thin and cold.
I found that no matter how long my life is, it is not just/just/when I look back at that short moment, I understand: In fact, all you and I have is this kind of light youth.
Now, regardless of Shen Nianjie or Yan Zhifei, although we all want to know, we are also afraid of knowing, so we chose the special phase and emotion in a tacit understanding. Later, I said that I have 98 degrees of love, and asked you whether you want to boil or cool down. You call me Cooling, I agreed, 30 degrees. Because I think this temperature is enough to melt the slightly warm time. I touch the air with my hands and feel your last breath.
What is it that pulls me? It seems like it is actually very real, making me want to forget all the joys and sorrows when I came. I always see the freedom and ease of others, and I can always feel the joy of the people around me. I know that there will be something like this every day. People like me like the silent night, but they have the same desolate eyes as me.
When a person quietly appears in your sight, you suddenly find that he has covered up all the past, and a new moment is chaotic and confused. Yes, I remember all the simple and short encounters, but the journey will eventually return to the starting point , and then people only appear at a certain moment.
Life is intrinsic, but it is also natural. Even if the future has a gleaming pure color in the shadow of memory, at least it has been there. I really began to believe that the person I met was no longer as good as In the enchanting passing years, there is a tacit coolness and shyness.
I saw cigarette butts and shreds of paper rolling on the ground, as if they were no different from yesterday. The mirage-like imagination makes us content with light alcohol. Probably because the illusion of perfection is too far away from me. Just like other people. The lines are clear, the lines are deep, and there is always a trace of panic in the glitz. Now I start to close my eyes: I am too lonely for you. So under the dim moonlight, I step into this cold land without hesitation, and I raise my head. It was as if I could see them dim on the other side but washed away. Just like the flowers in April have not yet faded away, the slanting rain and the gentle breeze are bit by bit, sometimes tight and sometimes slow. In the dim light of the evening, the moist fragrance of the years shines through. Bone marrow. Darkness. Silence. The corners of Jishou City. Like dark burning flames. Finally, until dawn. The faint light drives away the phantoms that tremble in my tired eyelids. I'm sorry! I'm just sad that I can't grow old with you!