If a person lives too pure, he is destined to be buried in the turbulent world. Life is like a play, play is like a person. But the play can be repeated, and life cannot be repeated even once. How lively the play is, how heavy is life. Cheng Dieyi, Duan Xiaolou, Juxian, three little people in the turbulent era, three of the thousands of historical martyrs, in the film Farewell My Concubine, together they sketched for us the endless red dust. The love, hatred, love, hatred that people have escaped, the complexity of human nature, the helplessness of life, and the difficulty of human beings wanting to change their own suffering and destiny. Let people look at it, and it is very sad. I hope that in the future, there will no longer be Juxian, let alone Cheng Dieyi. After all, life is not as long as imagined, with hundreds of turns and thousands of turns, everything will eventually become empty, and when it comes, the dust will return to dust, and the soil will return to the soil. For some things, if you don’t like them, forget about it. Why are you so persistent?
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