It is suitable for wishing, praying, remembering, remembrance, and healing.
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Who said the preface : Life is like a play, and play is like life?
After the death of a drunken dream, the memory and vision are blurred together:
six years ago, who jumped and jumped into the torrent of time;
six years later, who swallowed the ashes of this time in one bite;
who feeds it The opium you committed suicide, how long can you be happy?
Who is so flustered, cutting through our time?
Who carved your palm, who gave me a faith, who remembered the love of the past.
Who agreed to make the most beautiful fireworks at night for generations to come. . . . . .
In each reincarnation, as long as I look up, I will be able to find you on the trail---the
sky and the ocean are broad, and you are the strongest bubble in the world.
--------- if. Preface
March 32, night, I don't want to care about anything, I just miss you.
---if. If
we are all in the healing system
, your name is Ouyang Feng, a quack, loves murder, loves drinking, and loves a woman. Unfortunately, this woman probably loved you miserably, and she must be emotionally distinguished from you, so she chose to become your sister-in-law.
It is said that there are many ways to treat wounds, but there is only one that is the most effective but also the longest, and that is time. To make an analogy, the soothing of time is to the magical drunkenness and death of alcohol, just as the exercise of a woman to lose weight is to the drug (or any kind of compulsory) weight loss. One is relying on long-term self-accumulation; the other is relying on its power, the so-called momentary swiftness, momentary gorgeous, momentary loneliness, momentary decadence is what it says.
Having said that, I would rather be drunk and dream of death. A woman surnamed Li once told me: Between life and death, there are many dreams. It doesn't matter whether we understand or not.
Let me think about it, what am I doing when you are drunk in life and dreaming of death?
Pavilion on the lake. The scholar girl ghost. Vaguely in the dream. All night long.
This story begins with the seduction of a beautiful female ghost.
At that time, you were a happy young man, not like Zhuo Yihang from the previous life, love and hatred, and vicissitudes of life. Although it ended, I lost my favorite like him. But that is different, not the same. After God is so affectionate for you, let you taste the regret of red face and white hair, this life actually makes you and your love, people and ghosts have different ways?
I guess that love is definitely not what God is good at.
But, Xiaoting night, the affection you kissed by hugging her, the love when you held her ankle, even outsiders looked emotional.
Happy boy, are there any tears in your dreams?
Lower your eyes, but can't bear your tears. . . . . . .
Life is like a play, and play is like life. The
troupe Mr. Huang said, "This life is like a play, and play is like life. Singing is just to show the pain of dragging life directly, but it is not life after the play is finished. The pain of procrastination".
At this time you are Chen Zhenbang, the twelfth youngest, and the woman opposite you who feeds you opium is called Ruhua.
Although you didn't change your appearance, what I recognized at a glance was the four numbers three, eight, seven, seven.
"If you have a little sincere heart, today, March 8th, and now at 7:07, goodbye in the next life, for fear that you and I will change, or the past will be blurred, remember: three eight seven seven, you know, then I am here to find you."
This is Ruhua and Zhenbang’s agreement, but why does it remind me that the last four digits of my phone are also such a combination of numbers?
Colorful and piles of rubbish
Book Review in "Farewell My Concubine" begins wrote, meaning brotherhood love, loved each other, affectionate, is not a world of colors. In the world, just wiped off the face powder.
My friend MANDY said to me: The paler the world, the more colorful the dream life is.
Your name is Cheng Dieyi, you are the famous Danjiao in the capital. Standing opposite you, it is your fellow brother, Duan Xiaolou, who is dressed as the overlord Xiang Yu.
Who would have thought that Mr. Huang's phrase "Life is like a play, and drama is like life" actually "singed into truth" in this world. You and Xiaolou, who are not mad and do not survive, agreed to play "Farewell My Concubine" for a lifetime, but first the woman Juxian who influenced Duan Xiaolou's life intervened, followed by the ridiculous age that struck you.
The final outcome is that you are piercing your heart, while the others bow their heads and
say nothing: "You all lie to me, you all lie to me! I will expose it too! Expose the colorful, exposing the broken well. Duan Xiaolou, you have a good faith. Exhausted, wolf-hearted, there is only a piece of human skin left! Since you have posted this woman, I will know it, everything is over! You are a villain now, and misfortune comes from the sky! No, no! It's our own step Step by step, step by step to this field! Retribution! I am no longer a thing! Even your Overlord Chu knelt down to beg for mercy, then can he survive this Peking Opera? Can he survive? Retribution! Retribution! "
Let's restart
Buenos Aires in 1997.
As a spectator, I find that the night scene that belongs to the whole world is best for you and Lai Yaohui.
Ambiguous lights, ambiguous images.
You slid your head on his shoulder.
The car shook. You don't speak quietly.
I love that you who indulged in loneliness. Li Yaohui muttered to himself in the dark: I thought I was different from you before. When I was lonely, everyone was the same
. Reincarnations.
Today, after I tried side by side with you as a
killer, a scholar, an actor, and a negative person, this time I finally made you back into a "ruthless" role.
Guns and bullets rain, walk the way for the sky, punish rape and eliminate evil, and be a hero.
"Don't call me A sir, call me A Jie!" Yes, your name is Song Zijie, a policeman, a hot-blooded man.
After being shot, the man who
is still struggling to call his wife who has just given birth at the last minute of his life, "Is it a boy or a girl?" "How heavy is a girl?" "Who does it look like?"
In your heart, what is the fear of death?
Love war. Okinawa’s
daylight flew by, and in a blink of an eye it arrived in modern Japan.
This is the most clear blue sea, that you are singing "no love"
"sway over the hearts of microseismic hand you do not
live to love again how long how long you're not
showing off his beautiful eyes but loved not enjoy
how rewarding or guilt
without love even sleep also unnecessary
forgotten love pointless to love the body
can for you to know distress
nostalgia better than ending
understand how excited to know
distressed better than to relax "
no foot birds
, 2003 April 1. Mandarin Hotel in Central, Hong Kong. This time, your name is Leslie Cheung.
When the wind is blowing, you dance alone on the top floor. Favorite song sounded:
"the I Am the I Am the What
I will always love me
happy is more than one way to be happy
most honored who is the Creator's glory
not dodge as I like to live life
without full regalia on standing in a bright corner
me that I was not the same color fireworks
Sky wide sea foam to do the toughest
I like my roses to let out a consequence of
the lonely desert naked, like in full bloom "
shadow I see from your eyes, shadowy, as if Li Yaohui, another small building And like a flower... You have a look of happiness, just turning and turning, turning and turning, and turning to the edge of the roof. I was about to remind you to be careful, but you gave it to me With a gentle smile, he suddenly turned around and jumped. At
this time, I heard who was talking:
"There is a bird without feet in the world. It can only fly all its life. When it is tired, it sleeps in the wind. This bird will only last a lifetime. Landing once, that is the moment of death. "
I was awakened and panting. The
alarm clock was ticking away. The sky outside, Meng Liang.
Brother, it's been six years, how are you?
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