Love wounds in and out of the play

Xi Murong You are like a bright moon, I am like a fog, and the fog is hidden with the moon. You are good at supporting the piano, and I am good at dancing. Whether this yearning is true or not can only be deeply understood by people wandering in the vast sea of love. Life is like a play, and life itself is a colorful big stage. When I was in it, I inevitably became a actor, playing different roles on the shining stage. Under the shining light, in the passion of soundtrack, carrying lines that don’t belong to you, you can’t cry when you are sad, you can’t laugh when you are happy, the plot of the script has already been arranged for you, so, even if you are so sad, you have to smile and be happy with tears. On the stage, I performed so vividly, so wonderful, as if I was infatuated with it. I don’t know. Flowers bloom and fall, winter goes and spring comes, and all kinds of scenes have been arranged with the changes of seasons. Please don’t sigh the hypocritical beauty, don’t believe that beautiful hypocrisy. On the stage, I will always just perform other people’s plays, perform happiness and heartbreak. Under the stage, when the play had ended, the neon and flowers were gone, and the audience’s enduring applause still lingered in their ears. After washing away the carefully smeared paint, it turned out that I was alone with loneliness. When I look back, I think about the dynasty and the twilight. The soul will go with you, and you will never regret it, and you will suffer from continuous lovesickness. The play was about to end, and there was no endless feast in the world. However, when the people in the song were separated, the only thing left was the distant and long separation feeling tasted alone. No one knows that after I removed my makeup, I was no longer a actor, but a real self. I have been immersed in the play for too long, and the heavy makeup and glitter have wiped off my too much purity. I only learned to hide myself on the stage, making others remember only the actor on the stage, the perfect actor in the ideal. When I was in front of others, I smiled more happily than anyone else, as if I was carefree. However, when I was behind others, I showed my haggard face. Behind the smiling face, how much bitterness and pain were hidden, is it a helpless thing to cover? There was a contrast between the stage and the off-stage. No matter how beautiful it was on the stage, it was just something owned by the actor, and I abandoned the worldly greed under the stage, analyzing my true feelings, even though I couldn’t enjoy flattery and fame, I found the truth that only belonged to me. I spent all day in the play. Maybe it was exhausting. Take off the heavy makeup and change back to my plain clothes. In this life, I will choose to be the audience of the play. The real understanding: Love bitter, who can tell you that you don’t know where to hold the door? You only ask me to climb up and see the end of the world. Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…