Wake and Erosion

Childhood memories of the first film, is a Cantonese opera "Dream of Red Mansions", remember the details of the marriage in addition to gem and Po Chai is Daiyu. I cried tears, Chouchouyeye, difficult to control, so to make a movie with my little aunt ashamed and embarrassed. The way back, sister still lecture me, saying that it is not true, is false. I tore my aunt's hand, bumps to trotting to keep up with her. Dim moonlight shrouded in the quiet village, and sometimes there are home movies of people commenting on the, quarrel. I heard the Shaoxing opera tunes still resonate with, like a thin veil entangled with paths, trees and entire villages (grow up, I learned a phrase called linger on the 3rd), my heart was a kind of winding hints of blocking. Until now, at any time, any place, hear the melody of Shaoxing touching tactfully, that sadness, and untold, sad and insightful to live I would feel a sudden attack.

Evening out the window wind comes up, the rain through the screens, roll up curtains, wanton impinge upon. My computer is still playing flute song, "Burying the Flowers", standing on the balcony watching the rain listening to the rain to listen to flute. Front of the neighbor's yard planted trees at the jujube, chestnut-sized knot full of jujube, particularly green in the rain. A thick pomegranate tree, covered with bright red flowers. Wind in the shape very calm, wind-blown, simply shake the tree tops of the leaves, seems to not agree. May be blocked by tall buildings everywhere, the wind rushed to the small hospital a little exhausted. Delicate pomegranate end could not withstand, falling one after another. I looked at the process of rain falling in the flowers, are beautiful!

These days like to listen to flute - "Moonlit Night", "Excerpt from" I want to write prose, "Burying the Flowers", depicts the flowers in the wind take it lightly and long scenarios. I do not want to write Beibeiqieqie, in fact, to blossom is a very natural phenomenon, even a celebration. Seed germination grow up, need to look forward to after the number of how many storms the night can finally grow up flowering. Red, yellow, Zi Bai, sizes, regardless of "bright Xianyan to when" this life out of her own, has been rare, and not all seeds have the opportunity to bloom. Just greed, it will take flowers here, see the Flower and the lament years older and does not know if Xie spend, how can the results, no result, how can the resume from generation to generation.

The network has no intention to see the page on Chen Xiaoxu. See the familiar forest sister, sad eyes, tricky wizard-like, to understand their own people in the gem to him, and was inclusive care of and happy to be loved by the smile. Depend on others when the sad, sad eyes, the heart was softly slight pain. Conversion to Buddhism Chen Xiaoxu died to see the portrait, the face of old, frail look, smooth head, no longer could not help but cry. The rain falls the name of the window lattice, smell the study on three rotating, a description not, Road do not understand the feeling through my heart. Like the distant past, looking at the past of their own, as with the current interest rate has its own coherent outsiders, but close to fantasy, but reality seems to grip the concrete. Study on three in the room echoed the invisible impact of arrival of the hardness, the existence of the soul - all of life's love, on the fate of the weak, until the strong and obedience, confusion and sober.

At this point, it seems that only tears can express an emotion, over the years Lin has been a true sister to live in my heart. The love and affection for her characters from the imagination of the book, to play on screen in Chen Xiaoxu sister Lin recognition version of the Lin Chen Xiaoxu sister, had imperceptibly to the unforgettable. For the first time the tall bookcase in the students home to see three thick, "Dream of Red Mansions", the initial curiosity, confused, to enjoy life now, "Dream of Red Mansions" throughout my entire youth and young years. Do not know the impact of his sister by the forest, bright and free and easy for me, can not turn over even with the "sentimental" and bad habits. Word on the others a look, could not help but wonder, sadness, immersed in their own misconceptions in grievances, the explanation over and over again until the other side, only relieved in mind. For material wealth, but did not mind. I like Lin pure and noble of character, intelligence, good personality, but I especially hate her motionless on the sad, the tears, complaining that Lin Bao Chai as open-minded atmosphere, tolerance. I am very disgusted as he is very easy to suspicious character, like, knowing that bad, there is no way to correct.

So far, still clearly remember on who started secondary school in another commune, I, each return to the work of father and mother by commune home, timid, humble and not strange enough to eat. Father with a jeep to pick me from school, they rush out to the busy work. Too thin to be disease-ridden Niang, slow to clean up the home, busy, and sometimes smiled to me and asked me school. My hands cramped to cross, but also remember to take over your mother's broom (in the school I was the first group of outstanding members, sweeping, cleaning toilets, to actively express themselves. At that time, written in every section of the diary sentence - one can not scan, how can you sweep the world, the extreme arrogance). I watched on the short holding a basket of apples before cooking, so greedy that secretly Yankou Shui. Readily picked up my sister said to be passed the number of my colleagues, I look at the back of her good-looking, wearing a pink short-sleeved, swaying to disappear in full of red and white flowers of the hibiscus in a small way. I feel the Mother of the doubt, hesitation mother showed me a big red apple I eat, your mother seems to be very careful, as the polite tone of such relatives. I took the apple, bite, tears shabu to the flow out. Now look at the diary at that time, almost have tears lin record, do not know the age so small, how there are so many sad things. Small-school age home alone, or after another childhood disease, causing pain of the character of perverse? Although the age is still small, sensitive to depend on others yu can imagine.

One more thing, I still think of it guilt anxiety. Once your mother to county fairs and passing our school, bring me the radio, money and a "Dream" (I pray father who happens to come from the provincial capital, and father do not know who happens to come an abbreviation). Think of your mother's legs a bit lame, I suddenly felt ashamed. I Qiqiyiai approached Mother, Mother who happens to come take over the food, books and radio, fear turned to see the students want to go. Subconsciously, I feel out of your mother's not a natural smile, Niang Zhang mouth did not say anything, then sit Shenzi the bike away. So your mother gone, I suddenly felt shame, asshole. I took my Mother who happens to come in the eating, books and radio, for the first time felt a special heartless. Over the years, the only criticism I Lin, Lin was ridiculed Granny Liu is the mother of locusts that back. In fact, the body in the heart of Shen Yuan's wealthy a small house, where the farmer's hard to understand, and no cultural influence literacy, demonstrated the underlying nature of life. This is Cao Xueqin's great, no one is absolutely perfect. That summer, every afternoon after school, classroom before the tall plane trees in the open ground, squatting over a dinner of the students, kanbar of bread, dried black, turbid water, the food was silent. Radio is on time and play Liu Lanfang's "Legend." Back home, my sister also complained father and mother, as used on her, she wanted to buy a flute xiao, who also took the radio with her so blatantly heard in the school books? She also said that the book should be bought extracurricular extracurricular books, Dad, that is, "Dream of Red Mansions", a lot of parents not to look. "Read" Dream of Red Mansions ", got love-sick," the spread of the saying that time may also recall that the young heart books on the detention center instinctive curiosity and settle down to read the touch after the invasion of bone marrow, immature intermittent The idea - contradictions, hesitation, confusion, understanding, envy, exclusion, ignorant of the heart in the process of growth is to be awakened by the erosion or indeed ideas to solve.

Teenager, I read very few books, few come only Ba Jin's "Family", "Spring", "Autumn", Qiong Yao, Jin Yong, also liang should also be accepted during that period. Junior Shihai dream dreamed Qiong Yao and Ba Jin Ba Jin eager to ask excitedly writing method. Remember the campus of a novel circulating Li Guoping, "Tears Dream Dream", written by a young woman's love and obsession in literature, so that has been left out of the concern and love for her boyfriend. Finally, she published a book, excited to tell her boyfriend, her boyfriend told her he was married. Students talking about this, crying in tears. Now that fiction is very general, when a higher level than my classmates read it and finished in one breath for me. Finish the story, my heart the promise of a secret wish. In addition to these novels, is "Journey to the West", "Dream of Red Mansions", "Dream of Red Mansions" has become part of my life. Dim longing for love, and steadfast worship of money and wealth of the conflict, the pessimistic understanding of the impermanence of life, more or less from the "Dream" began. For some time, the "Dream of Red Mansions" in the mundane affairs of life and figures and detailed description of the language is too confusing, with age, experience a deeper comprehension of Cao Xueqin's great to understand, "Dreams of all knowledge, human sophistication that the article "means. People in various relationships in life, who left the complex social relations, the embodiment of human nature is one-sided and flawed. Is precisely these trivial, vulgar, and little else of the details, vividly written to humans or the world state, which makes the characters vivid, close to the heart.

Endure 88 years before watching TV "Dream of Red Mansions", repeated intermittently over the years read many times, the actors on the psychological changes in people, look and demeanor, temperament, the soul master, really shocked, captures hearts of the audience. Looked at them as if they themselves become a member, cry with them, laughing, sad, Huan. Three years ago, I heard that the new film, "Dream of Red Mansions", the day I am happy to sleep, almost to tears of joy, even fear that they will have accidents and can not wait for that day. Until the honor to see the new version of "Dream of Red Mansions", thinking both venues, clothing, headgear and story, what kind of refreshing, or ingenuity, are undisputed. However, given Cao, "Dream of Red Mansions," the human soul, deep down, revealed a temperament, can not be falsified. The new version of Bao Dai, who has not the true meaning of the "Dream of Red Mansions" in Bao Dai and others, they only reflects the shape of Bao Dai Bao Dai lost soul.

"Excerpt from" continuous still playing. I know that life is full of hardship, suffering, world states Yan Liang, human well-being, diseases, wound, status of the lowly, changeable emotions, people will be a kind of helplessness, a kind of destiny is beyond grasp the tragedy. However, walking in the solid earth, to see the birds flying in the sky, hear the cicadas lively crowd of laughter, feel the life that the perception of the existence, in fact, very lucky. And Fall of bright, short and lingering, instant and eternity, by and lost, in fact, are the same, no one is superior than anyone else. The flowers, feel bad is a natural; people to despair is also a natural. From nature to nature, to go, it is important that we passed one by. In the process of walking, we cherish, pay, tears, laughter too, and had enough. The number of the seed of life, there is no chance to grow it.

Famous Indian philosopher Osho said: "When you look at a rose when you're happy, your happiness is created by Erica Rose flower. And when you are happy, roses are also happy. It dependent on you, it is waiting for you to. If you do not come, it was like a lover-like feel sorry ... ... "Even if I come and spend time in the fall, will litter the. I know I will not be too sad, flower, will not be too sad, because there was new life in the birth of new dreams and life will be awakened, to repeat, feel the experience of all.