However, Mr. Liang Qichao Liang is a young man who is looking forward to his horse. No matter what the world is like, always remember to come here to listen to a song and stay for one night. Hearing that her "little sister" was pregnant, she generously helped her to redeem her and marry her as a concubine in a well-off family. In the future, the younger sister returned to her "natal home" to pay homage to her father, but it was a mockery of fate.
Wrong wrong wrong. One mistake, he has always opposed prostitutes, but he wants adult beauty. Two wrong, he would never take a concubine himself. Three mistakes, she has fulfilled the freedom of others, but she herself will stay in the courtyard of Goulan forever, and no more dust will settle.
He embraced the dream of freedom of home and country, and she embraced the dream of freedom of meeting her beloved, but they all sighed emptyly. Knowing this is sad, not the same moonlight, the same coldness.
Mr. Lu Simian said that, in history, ordinary people's common things are weathering, and special people's things are landslides. According to this concept, the confidante is the icing on the cake and the tide of destiny. It is one of the landslides of sustenance to pay a wrong to a woman, and one of the looks is gone.
Therefore, the best time can never be equal and fair, only in the most secret zone in everyone's heart. Perhaps, even oneself has no way of knowing when and where is the best time. But for most people, old dreams that are difficult to fulfill are always easier to look better. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's filming of Taiwan’s old dreams, he is always more precise, harder, and more concise.
The best time, in the eyes of many people, is often incomplete. Reading the wrong and wrong, waiting for the day I let go, no longer remembering the details of the past, only to know which time in the new world is more beautiful.
I look at the figures in the billowing red dust. There are always some people who insist on staying with the best times in the past, unwilling to believe that the old man has already rushed to the new flowery family, struggling to stay on the edge of memory, believing in his difficulties and last resort, see Not seeing the stars had already changed their faces, and could not see how many people around them rushed to the unknown beauty so hard.
Just like the last second in the movie, she gently unfolded the letter paper: In just a few lines, it is still home country and home country, but she never mentioned where her home will be. I thought that being a pampas grass is as tough as silk, and the rock has not been transferred, just as a husband what he wants. Once I asked, I realized that it was the heart of Shiluohu, and there was no sign of it anymore.
Behind the dreams of so many men's homeland are countless fragments of good times. Behind so many dreams of family and country, there are countless sad places that can't bear to look back.
The world is weak, the human relationship is bad, and the flowers are easy to fall when the rain sends the evening. Xiao air-dried, tear-stained, trying to comment on her thoughts, slanting the column alone. Difficult, difficult, difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, sick souls are often like swings. The sound of the horns is cold, and the night is faint, afraid of people asking questions, and pretending to be happy with tears. Conceal, conceal, conceal!
For thousands of years, the stars have changed, and the same tragedy remains the same.
If you have such a deep beauty in your heart, then you must find someone who can take it on your shoulders. Even a woman would not believe that a man who lived up to his little dream of freedom could provoke more people's dream of freedom. Because people who break old dreams for any noble reason are but fake warriors and true cowards.
I believe that the so-called cherishment of affection is never distinguished between superior and inferior, nor between grandiose and humble. I insist that the so-called best time has been nothing more than the night of the wedding in the bridal chamber, the time of inscription on the gold list, the meeting of old friends in another country, and the rainy days of long drought. What could be more joyous than these, and celebrate with all the world.
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