"I can't help you when I don't die, what's wrong with Yu Xi and Yu Xi Nai Ruo?" Cheng Dieyi couldn't escape the catastrophe of Duan Xiaolou, he was his eternal overlord. In the eyes of others, Cheng Dieyi's fate may have shown a sad undertone from the beginning, he fell in love with someone who did not belong to him. But I think that Cheng Dieyi has no regrets. Just like a moth to a fire, flying towards the warmth and light, even if it is irreversible, the fire burns itself willingly. His life blossomed for Xiaolou, he never thought of escaping, and performed a tragic drama from beginning to end.
When Xiaolou was removing his makeup, he said to him, "Junior brother, you really can't live without being a madman!" When Duan Xiaolou fell in love with Juxian, Cheng Dieyi showed a lukewarm attitude, and he did not hide his love for Xiaolou. of admiration. But how could Xiaolou love him? Repeatedly stressed to him that it was a play! On the stage, I am Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, and you are the helpless beauty Yu Ji. In life, you are my junior brother. There is no love relationship between you and me. We are all men. I will marry Juxian and spend time with her. Regardless of whether Juxian is a woman of the past, that place can never be yours.
Dieyi's love is unrequited. I love you nothing to do with you. He is obsessed, lost in the world of Xiaolou, how eager he can sing forever, watching his overlord and himself have a deep bond. He was unwilling to wake up, and dejectedly pinned his spirit on opium. The time in his room seemed perpetually dim afternoon. The sun was shining brightly on the street, and the benevolent strands shone through the closed doors and windows, shining on Dieyi's earth-colored face, gently flicking his gray lips, and gently stinging his dull eyes. However, all the charms of the world could not wake him up, and they were no match for the back of Duan Xiaolou. Only when he was singing could he get rid of the groggy and regain the dazzling brilliance that made everyone intoxicated. But the oil paint of make-up could no longer hide his haggard face and tired body.
The small building he had been thinking about day and night finally came to save him! When he was struggling with opium in pain, Xiaolou tightly hugged his body that was tied to the bed, watching his heartache like a knife twisting and deforming, and stroking his tear-stained eyes. Dieyi was happy at that moment, he simply thought that at least the small building belonged to him at that moment.
If something is broken, it can be repaired and glued, but he doesn't understand that Xiaolou is destined to not be able to love him, nor can he accept his love with peace of mind. You don't have to have a boat to go far, you can reach all the places on the map. The little boy who escaped from the troupe who couldn't bear the hardships watched a play and was determined to become a character, and then returned to the troupe, and later he really became a famous character! The handsome boy who used to sing the words wrongly: "I am a man, not a female Jiao'e", was scalded with blood by his brother holding a cigarette bag and pot, and finally sang correctly: "I This is a female Jiao'e, not a man." No matter how many whips his brother received for him, his heart bleeds many times. He and Xiaolou went through ups and downs and finally came out on top. "But, brother, why can't you fall in love with me?" Dieyi didn't understand. In fact, people are helpless and helpless for many things in this world. If you want to live well, you must be responsible and honest. Follow a lot of rules. He lives in his own world, and chooses to live a deviant life without turning back.
If the love deeply hidden in the heart cannot be fully released, it will grow lonely in a corner, grow deformed, and finally choose to end in destruction.
During the Cultural Revolution, Cheng Dieyi and Duan Xiaolou, who had shared weal and woe together, exposed each other, were put on heavy shackles, handcuffs, and painted indiscriminately. Hurt each other in the scolding, contempt, ridicule, and playfulness of the crowd. Juxian is not at fault, but in Dieyi's heart, he is the poison that makes him so painful that he can't breathe. He can bear Xiaolou not accepting him, it can also ignore the worldly cynicism, but he can't bear Duan Xiaolou and Juxian making out for a second! He exposes that Xiaolou is married to a whore. Then he laughed recklessly as if he had relieved his hatred, but who could hear how much pain he had in the laughter? He can't live without a small building, the kind of walking on the same stranger's road, the days when you walk the Yangguan Road and I cross the single-plank bridge is a torment in purgatory for him. He wants to end the years when passerby A and passerby B, the well water does not violate the river water. Even with cruel means, even if Xiaolou is physically and mentally exhausted, he is covered in bruises and bruises.
In those years, my heart was full of broken walls.
Time dilutes the hatred and resentment of the past, Cheng Dieyi and Duan Xiaolou are reconciled as before. But as long as Dieyi's love for Xiaolou doesn't end, he will never be able to become invulnerable to all kinds of poisons, it just keeps adding despair.
As if going back to the past, they can sing together again, Dieyi's last play. The moment he raised the sword, he was entangled in the contradiction between reluctantly giving up his love and resolutely going back, and he sang in a low voice in a place that was within reach but seemed to be the ends of the earth. He sacrificed his life for his overlord. Life and drama are supposed to be unrelated and separate entities, but Dieyi stubbornly wants to integrate them into one. The phoenix was reborn from the ashes, and Dieyi had to end all this mischief to make his love last forever.
"I am a female Jiao'e, not a man."
Postscript:
Leslie Cheung flew down from the 24th floor of the Cultural Hotel on April 1, 2003 like a butterfly.
After watching "Farewell My Concubine", I couldn't help but be shocked! Cheng Dieyi is that Yu Ji, and Guorong is that Dieyi! Is this a play, or life? !
Guorong is a stunner created by God, enchanting, charming, charming, and charming... He seems to have just gone far away and will come back one day. No one believed his bright red blood and the broken railing. No one wanted him to leave.
His death may seem a mystery, but it probably doesn't matter who his overlord is. I just want to bless Brother Guorong, stop being depressed and live happily in another country.
I have always wanted to write such an article, I miss Leslie Cheung, who I like. But he didn't dare to write, because he was afraid that the vulgar language would not be worthy of the works of art that Guorong brought to everyone and his purity that was not contaminated by the dust of the world.
I still can't help but write. The content of "Farewell My Concubine" and the views on Guorong in this article are all personal opinions.
To pay tribute to Guorong.
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