More than a dozen days later, when my daily sweating and rumbling graduation escape ended, I can no longer converge my thoughts into a sentence in my mind. I often think of a lens.
The elegant pianist walked alone like a mouse crossing the street in the abandoned city. He dragged his injured foot and fell from the wall. In the deserted ruins, he found a can of food that could satisfy his hunger, but he had no hands. The power of the chicken can't open it. When he finally found a stove hook and opened his mouth, a Nazi officer appeared behind him.
He can play the piano, and his fingerings are like peers. In the years when food was often short of food, he hid in a house with a piano in the urban area. The impulse of love made him raise his slender fingers and share with his beloved art in his mind.
He really loves the piano. When the bombing comes, he still wants to finish his performance. This is the paranoia of an artist, and ordinary people cannot understand such deep love and devotion.
so what? In this turbulent era in the face of hunger, survival alone is the most important thing. Only by surviving can it be possible to talk about dignity and love.
His younger brother didn't want to get along with each other, and the family got on the train of no return early.
He asked the woman who admired him very much, what is the meaning of the riot? Yes, in the end it is all dying, but it is not the same to die with dignity and seditious and enlightening.
He is a very realistic person. He can see the essential difference between life and death at a glance, and only people who have no worries about survival can tell the difference between death and death. People who want to live only know the difference between life and death, so he survived. Not because he is an artist, not because he can play the piano, but because he is sober, he is strong, he walked out of the ideal world, he lives in the messy world of the moment.
So stop talking about idealism, everything is real.
I think that at that time I didn't have any feelings, it was because I still didn't know what the things I did every day meant to myself or to society.
I think of a line that often appears in "Nine Jiu Guiyi": There is hope in life, and hope in life.
It’s good to be alive. Since you are alive, there is no need to trample on the dignity of being alive.
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