Love does not wake up is true

Check it out every now and then, do you like it? Or will it talk and talk to me? I don't even remember it. Maybe I've been drunk before, but it's always a joke. The more I want to know if I forgot, the more I remember it clearly. I don't know when I will be able to watch it, I no longer feel the passage of time, is it the ashes of time? Burned to ashes and scattered in the wind? The only thing that is lit is missing, the wisps of smoke are mixed in the yellow sand, and we are buried there. Ouyang Feng thought that he could have it forever, and when he lost it, he would be like a sister-in-law. ! Some things can change, and we often cling to commitments and die on persistence. Isn't that the case with peach blossoms? The beautiful woman has already lost her luster in the dim forest, and only her husband's sweat towel has returned to her side again. Huang Yaoshi's once best friend, the blind swordsman, was powerless in the face of the swarming horse thieves. He felt the hopelessness of life and threw himself into the arms of the god of death; but he did not forget to ask Huang Yaoshi to go back and see a Woman, I didn't forget to kiss the woman who reminded him of peach blossoms before leaving. I want his life not to be a horse thief with a knife in his left hand, but to miss, that poison-like thing that I often miss but dare not face. Hearing his bleed like the wind might be able to bring himself to Peach Blossom's side, but not seeing can solve a lot of troubles, so he doesn't have to get drunk and dream of dying, maybe this is his best destination. But where is there "drunk life and dream death"! ! The entanglement of forgetting and memory is the same as the entanglement of love and hate! Huang Yaoshi knows that what he can't get is the best. He wants to know what it feels like to be liked, so he hurts a lot of people. I don't know if he still remembers the birdcage with lights, and there is an injured woman hiding behind it. . The birdcage is made of grass strips, and it keeps spinning. The light penetrates from the other side and shines on the face of the character. The mottled, wandering, flickering light and shadow make the face of the character uncertain, and the character hides from the light. And under the shadows, in fact, everyone is like this, they can't see themselves clearly, and they don't want others to see clearly. She either killed herself to make her brother sad, or killed her beloved to make her sister miserable. If she wanted to kill the one she loved, she couldn't do it herself; if she wanted to kill herself, who hated Huang Yaoshi so much, she could only ask for help from others. "If one day I can't help but ask you, who is your favorite person, please lie to me, no matter how reluctant you are in your heart, please also tell me that your favorite person is me. "I originally wanted to kill her, but I didn't. Because I didn't want to prove that she was!" I also once asked if someone else's favorite person was me, just like her, maybe I asked if it was the only one I liked, But now
Ouyang Feng seems to be Leslie Cheung who is alive and well. Maybe he should not have been born in Hong Kong, but in this era. In that windy world, he is the master, always wrapped in his thick protective cocoon, he ignores human feelings because he can't get rid of them, he regards money as his life, and money is exactly what he needs the least. thing. He thought that he was as cold and cruel as the desert, but even he said to the end that he didn't understand the desert, and there was beauty in the desert, but he always lived in a khaki house, supporting With a broken umbrella. The girl who asked for his help in the distance, every heavy rain, would tear his heart to pieces. Love and hate have been in vain for him, and only when he sees other people's misfortunes will he show pleasure - his own life has inevitably become nothing like ashes.
Ouyang Feng has a line: When I saw a mountain before, I wanted to know what was behind it, but now I don't want to know anymore. The back of the mountain may not be special. If you think about it, it may not be better than the mountain, but there is no turning back. Yes, there is no turning back. In matters of love, there is never a winner or loser. Behind the two resentful bodies are two wounded but mutually dependent souls. Sometimes it feels like you've won, think about it, and realize you're the one who lost. Sometimes you feel like giving more, only to find that you get more. Winning or losing is always just my own imagination, that's all.
"Obviously I want it in my heart, but I don't say it out of my mouth." Zhang Manyu held the defeated peach blossom and leaned weakly against the window. But why isn't she? ! He wanted Huang Yaoshi to speak, but he said the opposite, it was too honest, it was him who hurt himself, and exhausted the time of his life. Another fool! ! ! Ouyang Feng always thought that what he wanted was to be alone and unrestrained, but years later, he told Hong Qi that it was human. Years ago I always thought that this is what I want, this is what I have been looking for, but a girl said to me, "Actually you don't know what you want, and what you want now is not what you want", She said it very seriously, and I seem to still remember the look in her eyes, and when she said this, the leaves around her were already yellow and falling. But I used to be prejudiced and thought she liked me, so I said this on purpose, I know my shortcomings - not enough persistence, not enough time in doing things; so I have to prove to myself, I insist, I resist temptation, resist depravity, Even if I meet the right one, I tell myself, in fact, happiness is not far away from me. Whether a person will always be a person, I don't know, and I don't want to know, maybe I can only comfort myself in the past, hard work may not be successful, but giving up must be a failure, isn't it stupid? Schopenhauer said that life is a mass of desires. If desires are not satisfied, they will suffer, and if they are satisfied, they will be bored. Therefore, life oscillates between pain and boredom. We are not willing to be bored, so we are always desperately chasing the reasons that make us miserable, forgetting becomes a luxury, drunkenness becomes an inescapable paradox, the antidote to memory is just to remind you the existence of memory.
When Ouyang Feng received the long-lost message from his hometown, he set fire to the house and turned to leave. We can't forget the past, but we can make it disappear. All that remains is time, and it is the final winner.
The first time I listened to a movie was in 1999, it was the last century.

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