Then I went online today and saw that Yang Dechang passed away... What can I say? Silence and salute.
Three hours of light sadness, the truth of life gradually unfolded.
A piece of shit, yes, life is a piece of shit, we wriggled and struggled in it, trying to find some treasure, and in the end we became maggots in this shit, only squirming and grabbing the nutrients in the shit.
… Movie
plot 1: After my mother-in-law was in a coma, my mother talked to her mother-in-law every day. One day, she suddenly collapsed and said something like this: Why are things the same every day, what to do in the morning, what to do in the afternoon, what to do in the evening, how many times It's over in minutes, how come there are only so few? I feel like I've been living in vain, what do I do like a fool every day? Then in desperation, I went up the mountain to cultivate Buddha, and finally came back, saying that it was actually the same, there was no difference, but I seem to have found that in fact, this whole lot does not seem to be that complicated, not complicated at all.
Thoughts: I have always thought that the regular 9-to-5 life is a kind of sadness, and it is a phenomenon that is deeply assimilated by this shit. The choice XX at the beginning of Train guessing chooses XX... It's all shit, but at the end there is a sentence I Choosing not to choose seems to give us hope of jumping out of this shit, but in the end, the protagonist still chooses XX to choose XX...choose this shit... The mother of Yiyi Middle School has this good job and a peaceful family, but by chance In desperation, I found out that this is a piece of shit, and I seem to have gradually mutated. I tried to find the difference in other lumps, but in the end I found that the other lumps were still shit... But then I said that I found that a lot of them seem to be different. It's not that complicated, it's not complicated at all... MS gives us hope, but it's just a vague concept, and we really can't find the direction.
Plot 2: Dad re-ignited with his first love in Japan, but in the end, his first love chose to leave without saying goodbye. After returning home, Dad said: I thought that if I was living again, it might be different, but the result is still the same. It's no different, but suddenly I feel that if I live again, it seems that there is really no need for it, there is really no need for it.
Thoughts: A piece of shit is a piece of shit. No matter how many times you explore it, you can’t escape the vicious circle of this shit. Thinking that what you missed is beautiful? In fact, you didn't miss anything. If you are dissatisfied with the reality, you hide in the past. If you don't have one in the past, you create one. In your dreams, you imagine the incomparably brilliant and brilliant past, and talk about masturbation. If you really come here, you are not looking forward to missing it and then reminiscing. The moment will always be suffering. If you struggle again in this piece of shit, you may no longer have the courage to keep on, and feel tired...
Plot 3: My sister has just experienced pain. The deep-rooted first love, in a dream, lay on the lap of the grandmother who forgave her and woke up, fell asleep sweetly, dreaming: This world is different from what we thought, whenever I close my eyes, I see so beautiful , but when you open your eyes, what you see is really different. Are you willing to wake up after falling asleep?
Feelings: The painful first love, shattered the long-woven dream, and uncovered a corner of this piece of shit, don't worry, slowly the true face of this piece of shit will be revealed, this time just now is just a hideous life To your little test at the beginning, after you have gone through all kinds of things, you may look back like your father and regard this painful passage as a fragrance in this piece of shit~
Plot 4: Yangyang (sound like my nickname: P) Said to Dad that we can only see half of what we can see from the front but not the back, so we lined up the back of the head that everyone can't see for them. When I said goodbye to my grandmother, I thought I was getting old too.
Thoughts: That group of photos of the backs of people's heads really makes me panic, isn't it the back half that we can't see? We can't even see ourselves fully, but what about others and the life we see? We know very little about this shit. Yangyang said that he was getting old... In fact, everyone starts to get old from birth. Little by little, they can see this shit clearly. They are made to be dry and exhausted by this shit. What am I doing here? Immediately dumbfounded...
are we really stuck in this shit and can't get out? ? I have no idea~~
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