Benjamin Button: Momma? Momma? Some days, I feel different than the day before.
Sometimes you are sitting on a taxi that is flying at midnight, and the driver turns his head and asks: do you want me to go as fast as a helicopter or not?
Sometimes when you open your eyes, the sky is a violet blue that is about to fall into the night, or about to dawn.
Sometimes you stand in orchard at seven o'clock in the evening, and when you turn around, the street lights come on one by one.
Sometimes you're sitting in the study room and you're faced with notes that are as illogical as bullshit, and you think, fuck you.
You feel that your life is like a slow, quiet river without waves.
From the dormitory to the supermarket and back to the dormitory, quarrel with friends, make up and quarrel again, be disappointed, happy and then disappointed, carefully turn off the fan, glass window, computer and mobile phone, stand in the pouring rain and forget whether you have an umbrella or not, hear Before the night falls, the crows are frantically fighting and the toads are arguing for a long time. You go to sleep
and wake up.
We all grow up unconsciously in what way. Just like a hummingbird flapping its wings tirelessly 80 times per minute, striding endlessly, or stopping soaringly, within ten seconds, there is no doubt of death.
In the vulgar TV series, the male protagonist stands outside the door and wants to knock on the door, his fists clenched and opened. The heroine is standing in the door, wanting to open the door, she picks up and puts her hand down. If you want to be a little more vulgar and want to catch up with Aunt Qiongyao, you might as well imagine that you are standing on a busy street, running away from each other, and the moment you turn back is only a few seconds apart. Or when you were standing in the pouring rain, he rushed over and hugged you tightly, and then burst into tears... (If you think about it again, it's like my mother's tears are broken)
But the reality is, you open the door, he is not waiting for you. You turn around and she has climbed into the bus. You stand in front of your apartment for hours and the sky is still clear.
Like the button said, Sometimes we're on a collision course, and we just don't know it. Whether it's by accident or by design, there's not a thing we can do about it On the collision track, I didn't know it. Whether it happened accidentally or deliberately, there is nothing we can do about it.
You stubbornly want not to move forward. "If I also have a time machine, or a big watch that goes backward forever." At the same time, I am afraid that if I go backwards like this, it will lead to stillbirth.
It turns out that the two endpoints are in endless dormancy, like water that has been asleep for a long time and has not woken up.
It is the original state of life at the beginning and at the end.
Crystals in various poses.
They will be the surface of the water that co-exists with you.
Button: Some people, were born to sit by a river.
Some get struck by lightning.
Some have an ear for music.
Some are artists.
Some swim.
Some know buttons.
Some know Shakespeare.
Some are mothers.
And some people, dance.
I think we've all been in the same frames of the movie. We hurried past the din of the background music, with a slight murmur of footsteps. In the crowded dream, we have all the tenderness of the green years. The sunshine that once thrived. And proud grass, emaciated flowers. Even blind spots and dead spots, as well as sudden jumps in the picture.
A long time ago in my weekly notebook, someone wrote this sentence: If you are not careful, your dream will be shattered.
We were careful, but did not stop the shattering sound from coming.
But we still firmly believe that in those familiar frame sections, all have their own shadows.
There is also the face illuminated by the screen behind us, which seems to be familiar to us, like a stranger. Then walk down the steps together as the letters roll, into a world where we will always only have long shots.
Mrs. Maple: Benjamin, we're meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us? - Benjamin, we're meant to lose the people we love
, otherwise how would we know them How important to us.
Yesterday Chen Lin said that on Sunday she was going to treat her birthday.
"Are you coming?"
"It depends."
She looked at the cold winter night in the basin, and I was blowing the warm and humid tropical wind. Please excuse my no-show, if only air tickets are discounted to be as cheap as rentals.
Sometimes I think that she, who is tens of thousands of kilometers away, will call my house tomorrow, and then my father will pull me out of the bed and say, get up, Chen Lin will look for you.
If you really can't know each other's importance until you leave, why not say goodbye at the beginning, and then miss each other tangled in the bed.
In all assumptions, the outcome is ambiguous.
You're going to be getting older, or you're really getting farther and farther away from perfection.
The future I look forward to is still the one we tread carefully, every footprint.
Even the years show no mercy.
Good night Daisy.
Good night Benjamin.
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