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Chapter 197 Essay｜Love in an Atypical Age: The Quiet Love and Pursuit in a Long Life

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    After sorting out the draft box, I found this random essay recorded on January 10, 2020.  Looking at it now, it seems to be a little immature, but because I can still feel the fresh emotion in the text, after thinking about it, it is still regarded as an emotion, a kind of understanding in the process of creation, and it is sent out to become the whole of the whole work.

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    Life cannot be without emotions.  The core of works derived from life is emotion.

    ?Looking at emotional life, whether it is film and television or novels, most of the endings are either happy or sad.

    However, what is joy and what is sorrow?

    It must be happiness if you get it and be together, but it must be sadness if you lose it and not be together?

    I think that life and life should not be so one-size-fits-all, but have more and deeper things, about emotions, about the years that flow through us every year after our birthday, it is worth us to calm down and savor it carefully.

    I have to say that above the tile-roofed house, this is probably not the typical love we see in ordinary days: those passionate pursuits, those vivid emotions, those many scenes highlighted in contrast, whether you get it or not, there is nothing wrong with it.  To weep or to cheer.

    Here, it is probably a restrained rationality, although this restrained rationality still comes from the influence of life on the heart.

    People who have lived in small towns in villages and towns probably know that when they meet on a blind date, they are a matchmaker.  Welcoming relatives and marrying, the suona pierces the clouds, and the big red is festive.

    However, when the door of the tile-roofed house is opened and the windows can see farther into the distance, no one wants to repeat the old ways of their parents, living a past life of getting married and having children, and washing the colorful colors into gray and black day after day in trivial matters.

    Therefore, in "Above the Tile-roofed Houses", those birds who have inserted their wings from the villages and small towns are flying in the sky, doing their best and pursuing their own pursuits.

    As a result, the young people who just saw the high-altitude floating clouds, love and be loved, felt a little bit hesitant to talk, in the eyebrows and eyes fluttering, it happened quietly, like a breeze and flowing water, after touching the eyebrow peaks and eye waves.  , immediately dissipated as if gone.

    Of course, most people want to enter into married life: family organization and offspring reproduction are essential.  But what else?  When we nod our heads and look up, what do we see, what can we see, and what else do we want to see?

    Or, there is no lack of interrogation, in the simplicity, what do we see in life itself?

    It suddenly occurred to me that a few years ago, when I was a teenager in high school, before my lunch break, I would lie quietly on the wooden bed in the dormitory.  Shaoxing Opera "Blessed Lovers".

    Rusu's piano sound, Qingyue's lyrics, and what jumps and dances in my mind are all the two people's autumn waves and mellow expressions.  Now when I recall it, I can see the firm emotions in those two hearts in the blink of an eye.

    Is that a tragedy or a comedy?  There is no way to tell.  But what is irrefutable is that the person in the play lives in the hearts of all those who have heard the story, regardless of age and class.

    So, as an author, I certainly hope that the characters I portray can survive like this.

    But what is the origin, what is enduring, must not be the image portrayed by someone, but that we use different expressions to extract the most original strands of the soul of life, so that we can reintegrate into our lives and inspire  We will not become mediocre in the ordinary and ordinary.

    Therefore, what survives is actually not art, but the life we ??have lived and are living—the yearning born in those oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar tea, those between people, you have me, and I am in it.  There are your various touches and discoveries.

    Therefore, we discovered that white Jianjia is needed in the oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar tea in life.

    Bai Jianjia is the unfading beauty of youth, a pure spirit, not perfect, but the purity at the beginning of life.

    She is also the continuation of youth in life, the star that still does not forget to look up after youth enters the reality of life - following her starlight will allow us to discover a bigger starry sky by ourselves.

    Above the roof-tile house, there was originally an eternal starry sky. In the vastness of history, in the life of the universe, generation after generation, the secret that should be explored most.

    Bai Jianjia is one of the stars, insignificant at first, but when it falls into Qin Wafan's eyes, it becomes the black morning star that lights up the night in his heart.

    "The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Yiren are on the side of the water.

    Backtracking and following it, the road is long and obstructive.  Backtracking from it, Wan Zai? Central.

    The reeds are luxuriant, and the white dew is not yet shining.  The so-called Yi people are in the Mee of the water.

    Follow it back and forth, and the road blocks and joins.  Backtracking from it, Wan is in the water.

    The reeds are picked, but the white dew is not over.  The so-called Yi people are in the water.

    Go back from the road, resistance and right.  From the back of the tour, Wan is in the water.  "

    The voice of singing travels through ancient and modern times, bringing our ideal beauty, white dew and clothes, and people's yearning for a long time in history.  Bai Jianjia has come here from all over the world from ancient times to the present.

    She lives in our lives, in our hearts, and in the emotions of many of our works. She is a part of our soul. If you don’t have it, you may be lost on the way forward, or she is in  You have not had time to discover a certain dark place you walked by, so whether you should find it or not, you have to ask yourself.

    The dream that Qin Wanfan pursued was Bai Jianjia.

    Bai Jianjia's dream is still a higher starry sky.

    Under the starry sky, those young people have the aura of Qin Wafan, with Bai Jianjiaxin's long neck.

    Every county where Qin Wafan lives has the image of Qinfang City.  In every city, there is a figure of Bai Jianjia.

    A picture scroll of life in a small town of human relations, ups and downs drifting on the surface of the gurgling river-

    Essay on January 10, 2020.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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