East Wind and West Wind Don't Tell Your Heart - Who in the World Got "Stealing Heart"

In the 82nd episode of "A Dream of Red Mansions", Cao Xueqin borrowed the mouth of the smart sister Lin and coldly picked out the hot and cold world in Zhumen Xiuhu: "As for family matters, either the east wind suppresses the west wind, or the west wind suppresses the east wind. .” One sentence, to the point, concise and to the point. You will sing and cook oil, and I will come on stage, but the smoke and waves dissipate, and no one can escape the fate of reincarnation from the head of the loess long to the bottom of the red tent. It's too big to go away, and the love between men and women is impossible. Looking up at the building, my heart turned ashes. Love is not love, love is not love, entanglement, gathering, gathering and dispersing for thousands of years, Rao is the east weathered a few willows, the sea has lost a number of mulberry fields, let you be high, learn to be rich, ice and snow, smart and exquisite, the world No one in the world can escape this fateful doom. Maybe it's just a lazy afternoon in the sun, and the eyes are lazily intertwined, and everything is already overwhelmed. In the future, all kinds of infatuation and suffering, hysteria is just swallowing the fruit of one's own bitterness. Maybe you can deceive yourself and let everything be buried by time, but the bottom of your heart is still hurt. Or unless the two of them die of old age and never see each other, but the world is often smaller than we think, even if the corners of the eyebrows are no longer frequent midnight dreams, but maybe they can go out tomorrow morning, some unsuspecting corner, and again. All of a sudden, he/she was tightly wrapped in his/her breath. Suddenly, the world seemed to melt, and the memories full of memories stumbled and roared over the sky, and there was no way to avoid it.
Rational people who are dismissive of love at first sight are full of pits, but naive idiots who yearn for it with red eyes and shining hearts are full of naivety. The cool Nalan Xingdehui sighed lightly, "If life is just like the first time." Attracted a dry careful mind secretly hurt. The old courtyard of the deep house, which is filled with a damp and corrupt atmosphere, will never have enough warm sunlight. Presumably, the pale cheeks, the dark circles under the eyes, and the cold slender hands and feet are also looking forward to looking back at someone in the pink, willow and green, a vicious surprise. Bar! After all, isn't life all made up of "first sights"? Eyes collided with each other, some were just falling flowers and fluttering, only mottled and water-marked; some were Du Shiniang's pearls and jade, the shock swayed in his heart like death, and he was suffocated in an instant. The frown, the smile, and the wave of the eyes flowed, "呲la", and the softest part of the heart was branded. At that moment, the sun suddenly came closer, shaking everything calmly and self-control, and reason was gone.
In his entire life, if there is one such event that Tao Taoran does not know, all black and white will turn into dazzling fireworks in an instant, and the entire sky will not be enough to carry that splendid streamer.
However, looking back again, how much of the afterglow can be captured?
The moment the flowers bloom, it is too late, and only the fallen flowers are colorful.
Worldly love, but that's it. Crossed chests, arms pierced into bones, if you want to separate for a moment, you have to be longing for love, and the lingering fear will always come to sneer and torture - if she/he wants to leave, how can it be good, he/ She seems to be leaving me... After thinking about it, I can't wait to fuse this past life enemy in my heart and turn it into bone and blood, only to fill up the oppressive and painful hole in my chest, so that I can feel warm and satisfied and feel at ease. This world is full of flowers and sunshine, so I have a reason to smile, and I don't care about the curious eyes of others. Shi Shiran looked at the person beside him, and the tip of his hair was filled with honey juice that the middle-aged man wanted to drink. Even the ordinary facial features, as long as they were embedded in his eyes, would be a glittering streamer of charm, even the breeze and the moon. Greatly faded. Thinking of this, the fear in my heart rises to a higher level. Everywhere I look, others will project malicious coveting, and I will just wait for the right time to make a move. In the moment of panic, I have to increase the strength of the hand holding the child to swear sovereignty, hoping that a chain can be born out of thin air to hold Keren by his side forever. There are many kinds of love in the world, all of which are ambiguous, but what stands out is the primitive desire on the limbs mixed with the desire for possession that seems crazy. I can't wait to take the breath of the other party's breath into my arms, never leave or abandon it.
So there are women who have to guard the dead body for decades, and would rather cut off all unnecessary earthly connections and slowly destroy themselves in the air that becomes more and more stale as the years go by. The dead do not speak the words of grace and justice. Silent, obedient, gentle, and most importantly, it's all your own. Zhang Ailing wrote coldly: They are the original relationship between the hunter and the prey, the relationship between the tiger and the scorpion, and the ultimate possession. She was born to be his, and died to be his ghost.
I was almost cheated when I first saw "Stealing Heart": Jude Law's warm and moist London accent and the cold London made me suddenly think that I have encountered another arrogant and delicate British "warm film" (I am a fan of British literary films. jokingly). However, director Nicholas used the calmness and calmness of an American man to slowly flow this dark and turbulent film into a journey of sighs that makes people sink and float. Two pairs of men and women, four blurred. Temptation; sweetness; obsession; resolute; hopeless; hurt; outburst; finally bruised and curled up into a new peaceful corner to continue walking in life. Occasional flashes in the depths of the eyes are a certain piece of the mind floating back to life. If it was how it was at the time, maybe - but the boat is done, the origin and the end, and the number is certain.
It was just normal at the time. However, the truth may be: it was just lost at the time.
People are always very greedy, and always want to take advantage of their youth to try their best to be entangled with that love, for fear that they will be wrong about some tactful intentions. At that time, we tended to forget, often a period of crimson warmth, in the end, it became a memory. He is still young, so he is innocent and charming, and he can easily spend his whole life, but only after Qianfan passes, and looking back, Fang Jue is a desolate spring dream. Those brows and eyes were already blurred, but the softest part of her heart still twitched. After Nong Yan passed, there was always a scar that did not heal, and faint tears were shed on the ambiguous cheeks of a certain midnight dream.
The east wind and the west wind have nowhere to go.

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