Legend of Fu Yao: Long comment on cats on the other side of Wangchuan River
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October 1st is my birthday. Sent away to accompany my lonely friend, it is past zero. I hurriedly climbed up, happy for the two, and anxious for such an excessive.
Life is a play, endless play, life in and out of play. Thirty-four years have passed, and things that I thought I had forgotten were suddenly remembered, and it seemed that they had never forgotten.
Life, how fun!
“I am her vest and her shadow, so I will appear because she changed the vest today and voted, so she was anxious to write a long review for Guiyuan as a holiday gift, and also wanted to replace her 34th birthday testimonials. She used to write some chattering words before her birthday, sharing with her buddies, people who know her better than knowing how many pairs of chopsticks and bowls she has at home. But now she writes these words. It was me, her vest, and her shadow. She thought she would have a technique called “seal”, thinking she could put those people and things that she didn’t want to reappear in a warehouse that never opened, thinking she would put them in From now on, she will be safe. She said to the 19-year-old driver on the field: child, you must learn to forget, and you must walk out of the shadows you created! She thinks forgetting is a good medicine in the world, which can heal all kinds of things. Injuries, all kinds of injuries, as long as they are forgotten, they don’t exist, okay, everything is fine! I don’t know if this will work, because my memory is surprisingly good, I will never forget anything, even in babies I keep all the memory fragments of the period. I have never forgotten, happiness or pain, pride or shame. Both me and her demand perfection. She forgets all imperfections, leaving qualified perfection to preserve, I keep all The experience is preserved, and the possession of everything is perfect. I collided with her in such a night, and was wiped out by the cold rain in the late autumn.
“I’ve never seen’Fuyao’ as a story, so I ended her short decision to support the essay. Even when I was on a business trip and returned to the hotel too tired, I would climb up and watch the day. I don’t know what I think of as “Fuyao”, because I have never encountered such a text. I even hope that it will never end, just like a dream every night.”
“Maybe I and her, light and darkness have their own sides. She always walks under the scorching sun during the day, watching her passionate events flourish falsely, and I always use cigarette butts to lighten my thoughts in the dark. As she enters the intersection of our dreams, the memory that is not resisted will emerge like a tide.”========================== Maybe late After that, I still have to say, happy birthday.
Each of us is our own shadow, a bright life, a dark silence, wandering in the border of light and heaviness, doing different selves.