There is such a sentence in Tchaikovsky's music The Andante of Songs: Think of the power of time, cruel and moving, think of our lives, hard and beautiful.
Life is like Allegro, the rhythm is very fast, but the journey is also one stop after another.
The walker is inevitably in a hurry, but the heart can be calm, looking up at the stars at intervals, blowing the wind from the four seasons when it is suspended, then continuing, walking non-stop, accompanying himself along the way is the starlight in the eyes, the fragrance after the wind and rain.
However, life is not as quiet as we think, but I believe that many people will still think: even if life to kiss me, I would still like to return a song.
A few days ago, I saw several works by Mr. Yu Hua: Xu Sanguan Selling Blood, Brothers and Living. Xu Sanguan in Xu Sanguan Selling Blood, Li Guangtou in Brothers, Fugui in Living, their life and stories make me mixed and emotional.
Life is very bitter to them, miserable. Let Xu Sanguo still become a life before. Xu Yile, who has no blood relationship with the potato himself.
Selling blood for families through crisis after crisis. Li Guangtou lost his father when he was young, and the young man lost his mother. However, he still laughed and roared and lived freely and became a rich man in Liu Town.
Fugui ’ s life has repeatedly watched the death of a loved one, experienced the fall of his family, the loss of his father in youth, the loss of his son and daughter in middle age, and so on. In his later years, he was only accompanied by an old cow and was extremely lonely.
However, he is still looking for hope in the tragic, to face life with strength.
In reality, we don't even deserve to be compared to them. Because even if life is hard, we are still lucky.
Our life is like an express train running through a time tunnel. We want to see its face, we want to control it, and we want everything goes well to be open and bright ahead. However…
In front of the washing mirror, at the window of the subway, in the face of others, we continue to salvage our faces.
The moment of eye contact, suddenly shocked, like a face-to-face with a stranger. In the end, I took care of it and looked elsewhere.
In such a hurry, we seem to have no time to aftertaste, it has reached another time nodes.
Now, at the beginning of July, the summer is warm. We are fighting each other with life and being angry with each other. We may wish to smile first and believe that life will respond.
Come on, I hope that life will be gentle and accompanied, and the beauty will come as scheduled. -To every strange you.