Beijing.
So in the pile of paper.
After three days of thunderstorms in the newspaper, it finally turned into a rainy morning. I don't really like rainy days. I remembered that life is subtraction, because every day you live is one day less. But I don't cherish every day of my life.
It is also distressing to see the happy little old man weak, and it is not easy to sigh. Because of a question, I felt ashamed and suffocated for an afternoon. After opening it for two days and one night, she was so sad that I couldn't watch it, and it was rare for me to fast-forward and skip a movie. Skip it because it's really bad, it's literally bad, it doesn't have the joy, soundtrack, and intense plot of a normal movie, and what's more uncomfortable is that it will make you uncomfortable, not flattered. It is constantly repeated, suffocating, trivial, laborious, and depressed. Maybe I see these things too easily and can't afford them. From a certain day, I understand the meaning of suffering and longevity. Maybe I can objectively not indulge in this kind of suffering too much, face suffering calmly and face it squarely. Maybe suffering is just the name of some situations, and there are not so many delicate and fragile emotions. Inside.
Just like in the face of doubt, take it on, face it squarely, and dodge can only prove that you are true. The premise is not to do things that make you question yourself.
Courage is something that everyone has. It’s just that you are willing to take it out, face it, communicate, and there will always be a response. These responses will make you more desperate, and it will also make you reconcile with yourself from the bottom of your heart. Smile.
Depression needs to be relieved. Suffering will last forever. Let yourself live a little more casually and poetically.
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