Fly knife, see fly knife again

I seemed to vaguely see the Flying Knife in the spring Red falling in the shower, in the green shade shaking in the sun, in the wisps of blue mist rising in the teacup. It was Li Xunhuan’s hand, Li Manqing’s hand, and Li Bad’s hand. It was full of bullets and no one could escape. Time is not a flying knife. We can’t see clearly. What we no longer talk about is also the yesterday we miss. I thought I understood, but actually I didn’t understand anything. The end is also the beginning of another story, whether you like it or not. There are always so many deja kowns and so many similar feelings. It is a repetitive script, a remade drama, a period of reincarnation in previous life, or a passage of later generations? There are arrangements and God’s will. The appearance of the flying knife was also the beginning of the tragedy. The Flying Knife was another amazing knife. Even though I don’t like this ending, this ending doesn’t take my will as a diversion. Everyone’s life is also a well-edited script. We perform our own plays until the curtain ends. Walking, walking, I was tired, sitting on a bench on the underground pedestrian street, watching the bustling crowd with the dazzling light. People passing by have all kinds of expressions on their faces: happy, sad and calm. Noisy, running, laughing, crying, small, small, old, all kinds of groups and people of all ages are performing a certain drama of life in this street. But I don’t know what they are thinking. People are the most difficult to understand. What we are the most difficult to see is ourselves. We don’t agree with what we say or do, and we don’t necessarily agree with what we say or do. What a wonderful novel, everyone is the protagonist in the novel, you and me. At this moment, I look at you and others look at me. You are the play in my eyes, and I am also the play in others’ eyes. So quiet, so quiet, I seem to hear the voice from the bottom of my heart, even if all kinds of moving songs are constantly floating in the beautiful shops around. Suddenly, I found that sometimes, it is better to stay alone in a quiet room than to stay alone in a noisy crowd. On the contrary, my heart can get more peace. At the beginning of the lantern, on the dim light, the mottled shadow of the tree was swaying, and people were gradually cut down. Looking along the light, the street stretched out to the distance. Once upon a time, it was also like this, carrying heavy bags, walking on the broad street step by step, and there were trees beside the street. Some are Poplar, some are Falong, some are willows, and some are coconut trees, from north to south, from middle to east, to find their own hearts and dreams. Sometimes I felt like a swordsman, walking through the arena, full of joy and heroic spirit, whether it was naive or innocent in the past, I really had no scruple at that time. Sometimes, all kinds of images always appear in front of us. Of course, the world written by Gu Long and Jin Yong is the most, which is so unreal but also so real. In fact, there are no strange five themes: for the country, for the family, for the people, for the friends, for yourself. It was just the era of today, which was different from the era of Gu Long and Jin Yong, so there was no master any more. When we met the news of Diaoyu Island and Huangyan Island, we were no longer as cynical as before. We should believe that no one can take away a patch of land from China. Seeing the mournful kneeling of the muriao, seeing the Spanish-Liga two dejectedly leaving and stopping the final, seeing Guadiola say goodbye to Barcelona with tears, his heart will still be slightly heavy, full of pity, which is not a world, it is not the arena. The familiar words in Infernal Affairs will return the best explanation sooner or later. No one can be an exception. This is the decline of the third Dream Dynasty, or the sailing of the Milky Way warship left us too much expectation. At a certain time, I always like a song very much, and I like to make the single cycle with the wind outside the window repeatedly. It is the background music “flowers and flowers” played by Li bad played by Zhang Zhilin and Keke played by Dong Jie in the play “Flying Knife see Flying Knife Again”. In the sad song, I recalled those nostalgic photos on the wall I saw when I was drinking tea in Olddays that day, and those photos recorded the past that we couldn’t pass. 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