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…

On the Moon

After all, I have seen too many moons for decades. As for the moons, there are some words that can be said. It seems that there is no need to bring so many fireworks and dust colors, so that the words can be cleaned to set the tone and brushed off the ragged streets, from bending to semicircle and then to a full moon, it turned out to be a huge scene with a lot of processes. Wandering in many gentle ways, the bright luster accompanied quietly, and the long shadow was the moon’s mind. In many days with the moon, if you think about it carefully, maybe only the moon knows the loneliness best. The moon is on the Willow Tip, the moon is on the middle sky, the moon is hidden in the moon, and how many sleepless nights there were. It may be a luxury to look at the moon with heart. At least for the soul, our vulgar busyness seems to be too perfect. Sometimes we raise our faces, and that face will be tired for a day, either it is the end of the song, under the moon, the elegant mood seems to have been forgotten many years ago. In fact, the night is the longest. As long as you start to pay attention to the moon, you will know many details of the day. Although the moon in spring, summer, autumn and winter are different, that light is hard to change, just like a pair of sober eyes, I opened them in other people’s sleep, feeling the beauty of dreams and sighing the loneliness with the moon. I remembered that there were a lot of such ink in Gu Long’s book. One person told another that the plum blossom of this year was opened earlier. Another person looked at the distance quietly and agreed gently. Yes, there was another one last night, a total of 17. The author’s intention is obvious. A lonely person who counts plum blossoms certainly has some helplessness, but there are some lofty or melancholy of death faintly. Is it too boring to watch the moon count plum blossom? There must be many kinds of answers. I prefer to keep an elegant nobility in the earthly world because of my temperament, appreciating the moon and appreciating plum. A basin of clear water, a full moon in the water. This scene once appeared on a certain night. In order to like it, we moved the moon into the house. Sometimes it is difficult to understand what we do in others’ eyes. We often sit on the wooden floor on a whim, facing a basin and a moon, there will also be a pair of curved smiles in those eyes. When we are not young, when we recall things in our youth, our most direct actions are still sighing, calm appearance, fluctuating psychology, time is no longer there, only the moon is still there, from your reading it, when it comes to reading you, there are many silent memories in the heaven and earth, deep fragments and unconscious exchanges, all of which are the traces of time…. As for the moon, we don’t think about those daily necessities, oil and salt, and try our best to make some scenery. There are many troubles and noises in life. In the back of the moonlight, we can try to make ourselves calm and happy. Once before the flowers and under the moon, or before the bed, the bright moonlight, toast to invite the bright moon, the shadow into three people, and then to the moon there are cloudy and sunny, pity is also common, this matter is difficult to complete. At night with the moon, draw yourself quietly as another moon or the shadow of the moon. There is a pair of hands of Moonlight touching your mood, and a graceful feeling will come slowly, just as you are gradually calm and lonely. There is a lot of wealth in the world. If we are not rich, we still have the moon. I think this is a kind of romance. When the sun sets and the moon rises, everything is so harmonious and natural. In this background, the essence of life appears quietly, with numerous lights and charming scenes, everyone breathes and imagines freely in his own way. This era is good. The Moon is filled with the brilliance of peace. At least in the country where we live, flowers bloom and birds sing, you can choose peace and purity. Some emotions are related to the moon, which is the feeling of touching scenes and emotions. The ordinary moon may bend some old past events. The Moonlight is swaying like poetry and wine. At a very late night, we can watch the moon recklessly and describe the past and future. As for the moon, sometimes I am full of curiosity about it. In my eyes, it does not have a clear view of the sun, and always gives off some mysterious colors. It can be viewed without words, but it has a long lasting charm. Not every day there is a moon, once it comes to the night, it will be printed on your heart. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…