One of them
is an elderly but elegant woman. Living in a nursing home where no one knows him or has any visitors. She puts on her most decent clothes every day, wears decent makeup, never goes out, just sits in front of the piano and plays gracefully. She may have been a famous nobleman, or she may have had a romantic and gorgeous story. But in the end, she lay on the reclining chair, alone, dressed in the same elegant and decent clothes, with neither heavy nor light makeup, and died.
A friend of my mother, a very beautiful aunt, plays a beautiful piano and wrote many beautiful songs. When she gave birth to her daughter, she suffered a lot of bleeding, and her health has been bad since then. She is very white and thin, with the same orchid temperament as Lin Daiyu, but also with the arrogance of a talented woman like Lin Daiyu. When she was in her forties, she died. He left behind his young daughter and many piano pieces he composed. She was still beautiful when she died, with an indifferent smile on her pale face. Mom said: If it wasn't for the Cultural Revolution, she might have been a musician or a composer. But she is my mother's friend and my kindergarten music teacher. She teaches a group of children to sing in a family kindergarten in a factory. Mom said that she once wanted to be a musician and played beautiful piano music in a huge concert hall. But she died, as a kindergarten teacher.
Ma Guangru, a famous actor in Dream of Red Mansions, thought that Jia Baoyu was an idiot. Not only is he handsome, but he is also very literate. He is familiar with Dream of Red Mansions, and it is his dream to play Jia Baoyu one day. When the Red Chamber was drafted that year, he Baoyu was not selected, and he played Jia Rui aggrieved. After that, he was unhappy all the time, and finally ended up with a grudge in the final grade.
Two of them are mothers
She is a mother who used to naughty reject men and flirt with them when she was young. She used to be impatient and outspoken. She picked up a child at the entrance of the stairs that even her biological father didn't want. She left him without hesitation and raised him all the time. She later had children of her own, but never changed her love for the children she picked up. She once held those old hands and said, "Baby. She used to yell at children older than her father. She used to run around lightly, then stagger. Later, she died, and the child she picked up was not with her. She took care of so many old people to the end of her life, and finally she herself ushered in the same moment.
She is also a mother. Even if she was once beautiful, even if she once stood on the top of the world. Even though she was once loved and sought after by countless men, she accepted or abandoned her without any scruples. She has also met the person she loves the most in her life and completed the most beautiful encounter in her life with him. Happy chasing, snuggling. She has had countless stories, moving, dazzling and brilliant moments. However, she is a mother after all, and mothers are the same to children. Her children don't know how dazzling she has been, how many people have loved her, and whether she has ever had an extremely beautiful and unforgettable love. She is just her mother. She raised her in an ordinary way, and in the end, a person died silently.
When my mother was young, she took many beautiful pictures. She was once recommended from elementary school to junior high school, and from junior high school to high school. She once wrote beautiful words, won the city literature award, and then got a thick stack of books as a reward. She used to be good at math and was the champion of the school's oral arithmetic competition. After working, my mother is a very popular employee in the unit, and she is a good friend with many uncles and aunts. Mom has been to many places for meetings, and every time I envy my mom who can play around. Mom has a lot of awards and a lot of certificates. Mom used to dream of being a journalist. She once told me that when she retired, she would write a novel to record her own life. Now, my mother is old. She retired at home, cooking and shopping. Her countless beautiful clothes and jewelry in the past were all dusted in the closet, and she was reluctant to throw them away, but she would never wear them out again. She stopped writing because her eyes were a little blurred. Her biggest hobby now is recording recipes that are broadcast on TV. She is my mother. She was a once graceful woman. She has an enviable and admirable past. Now that she is old, her story is no longer told or remembered.
Three of them were artists
. There was an artist who was born on a tugboat. He was not satisfied with his life as a tugboat captain, but pursued his own art. At the beginning of World War II, he proudly said, now we are the Navy. In the face of the state's requisition, he did not have any complaints, but was full of pride. He said that when he died, he would send one of his arms to his father so that he could see his work. Then he did die, on a tugboat he wouldn't give in, shot through his art, unable to send his arm to his father. The world does not even have a chance to know that such an artist once existed in this world. This is the artist's final destination.
There are artists around. Those who have not come into contact with them do not know what kind of artistic talent they possess. Ma Ji, Zhao Lirong, Hou Baolin, Mei Lanfang. The names of these older generation artists used to be loud. They have countless works throughout their lives, and they are also respected and imitated by countless younger generations. They once had everything, honor, prestige, wealth, self-satisfaction, achievement. However they died. Can't take all of them with them. Like when they came, they left empty-handed.
Fourth, some people learn to be rich, and
there is a well-known Chinese doctor. On the day of the graduation ceremony, he shot 7 people and then committed suicide. This doctor is said to be one of the two doctors with the highest grades in the highest school in the United States at that time. A future star in astrophysics, both in terms of grades and papers. But one day, he suddenly shot his mentors and classmates to death. The student who was killed was the other of the two doctors with the highest grades. If he didn't kill himself and kill his mentor and classmates, maybe they would bring new results to the society, maybe they would improve or break through the existing theoretical framework of astrophysics. Maybe one of them will be another Einstein. Unknown because they died.
Hideyo Noguchi, the most famous and most accomplished bacteriologist in Japanese history. Born in the Japanese countryside with extremely difficult conditions, he finally traveled across the ocean and made outstanding contributions to the research on syphilis and yellow fever in the United States. He has countless wonderful and legendary stories in his life, and he was once an invincible genius. But now after his death, in Japanese history, there is no record of this name, and the Japanese bacteriology or medical community does not even know the existence of this person. This is the life of a legendary scientist.
The fifth of them is
the beautiful dancer who stands in the spotlight. Her beautiful face, perfect figure, delicate figure, and arrogant temperament once made the whole world go crazy for her. She walks between men and women, watching them jockeying for herself, flirting with them, kissing, dancing, and having sex. She teases the man who loves her and rejects the woman who loves her. She doesn't know where tomorrow will be, so she can't stop going crazy and depraved. She couldn't see the years that were just around the corner, staring at them. The world she thought she owned was eternal and unchanging. Later she lost her dancing legs, in fact, if she hadn't lost them, she'd still have the same result because of time. So she was by the pool, watching the young girl swimming, and couldn't help crying.
From ancient times to the present, there have been countless beauties in history. They have either dominated history or participated in history. They used to be beautiful for a while, alluring the country and the city. I don't know how many people fell under their pomegranate skirts. I don't know how many people are willing to live or die for them. They have also played with pride, rejected with contempt, and taunted bitterly. They thought when they were young that everything they had would be everything. It's just that when they were young, they couldn't predict that one day, the world would move away from them with the years. These beauties of the alluring country and city all grew old and died. One after another, the beauties reappeared and then grew old. The beauties married their coveted husbands under their skirts. As the years passed, they watched their husbands slowly stand up from under their skirts, turned around, and left.
I am not afraid of anything. I'm just afraid of time.
The man born by the river dies; the man struck by lightning dies; the man with an extraordinary gift for music dies; the artist dies; the swimmer dies; the man who knows buttons dies; the man who knows Shakespeare dead; the man who can dance is dead. Those who have sinned die, and those who have done good deeds in their lives die. Beautiful people die, ugly people die. Someone I once loved dies, someone I once hated dies. you are dead. I'm dead.
Everyone, the day they were born, began to slowly die, no matter who you are, no matter what kind of life you have. Either forward or backward. Either short or long. Maybe different beginnings and end the same.
At the end, if there is someone who silently accompanies you by your side, it will be the ultimate happiness.
I am not afraid of anything, I am only afraid of time.
JJ
7 Feb, 2009
Syd
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