There is no place to go, and when it rains, I feel that the days in the cave are too long. If there are more
A big storm is good if there is a more turbulent river, but it seems that a terrible storm is coming.
A dirty cloud covers your head all day, and the sound of water keeps ringing in your ears, slightly underground.
A little invisible rain in Mao Mao wet the ground, and the soft catkins and dandelions could not dance and stuck to the soil.
Yes This will make people daydream, think of peaches and plums falling with the wind, and buds coming out faster in the wind and rain. Even if it is
A small storm or wave can better show the decline and growth of everything, ugly or beautiful.
What is the most terrible thing in the world? It is by no means difficult, harmful or desolate.
Loneliness. It is unbearable to be gloomy and talkative; Man's greatness does not rise with the wind, and he is high above it.
It can not only resist violent rebellion, but also open up the situation and indicate the light under the pressure of haze.
Times are no longer boyhood. Who has the leisure to make tea and compose poems with Qin in the stuffy wind and rain?
What about being a couple? Or relive some delicate feelings and reread those novels that were once fascinated and moved.
Or are you meditating on those old friends at the end of the world? With a little gentle tears, those naive, those innocent, those not.
That flawed childlike innocence, those faint sentimentality, those spiritual comforts, have all flown away, have already flown away, and can no longer be found.
Shadow. This is a good flight, but what is it now? Listening to the constant sound of water and looking at dirty clothes.
Like a cloud, it hurts the haze, and there is no loneliness or tranquility. However, it needs the strength of Adilias to bear the space.
The trauma of the main era is unshakable, and existence is a kind of loudness and arrogance.
Proud to give Xu Zhong an answer.
However, I will never be numb. My head is expanding and exploding all day. There are too many things in it, and I'm going to vomit. what
I wrote it. During the day and at night, my arthritic arm hurts because I put it on the table for too long, and I have trachoma.
The faint light blurred our eyes. But fortunately, I'm not excited or emotional. I don't catch a cold.
Quiet and tolerant, I am very happy, because I feel something colliding in my body; It supported me.
Tired, it makes me see the future, it makes me cross the present, it makes me more calm, it contains truth and
Wisdom, which is the strength in my life, is more lovely than my carefree youth when I was young!
But I will still think of my old friends at the end of the world, those who died or suffered. I remembered the snow peak the day before yesterday.
He is the youngest of my friends. He works, he does everything for the party, however, he is complained.
He is not sentimental. He is too contemptuous of his reputation and position to follow suit, cultivate cronies and pretend to be forced.
Posture, opportunistic. Yesterday, I thought of autumn white again. After walking in political life for so long, it still doesn't work.
Completely change himself, his double life made him complain when he died. I often blame.
I blame him for complaining about "redundancy", but when I appreciate his inner fighting history, I can't help but be moved.
On the whole, fear is very small. Today, I thought of Xiao Hong who just died. Tomorrow, I think.
Know more people, everyone has something to do with this society, because this society, I can't forget anything.
Xiao Hong and I met in the early spring of 1938. It was still very cold in Shanxi at that time, and I lived in the army for a long time.
During the journey, I was used to being rude. Suddenly saw her pale face, closed lips, agile movements and
Nervous laughter made me feel special and brought back many memories, but her speech was natural and true.
I wonder why she is so inexperienced as a writer. Probably, women tend to remain pure and pure.
Fantasy, or just a little immature and weak at the same time. But we are very kind and have no feelings for each other.
I think I have any withdrawn personality. We sang heartily together and talked until we stayed up late every night. Of course, I
There is no difference in thoughts, feelings and personalities between children, but they can understand each other, but there is no difference.
Will quarrel and tease because of different opinions or hobbies. Then she went to Xi with us, and we
I lived in Xi for a spring. We've been drinking, we've been through a storm together, and we talk to each other.
But now that I think about it, how little we talked! We never seem to talk about ourselves, especially.
Me. But, I think, she never lost a word, because we are all too real and loving.
Naked in front of friends, because we really feel close. But I still feel like I'm
Children talk too little, because such opponents are too suspicious, unrestrained and careless.
It's gone!
At that time, I very much hoped that she could come to Yan 'an, live quietly for a period of time and devote herself to writing. War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression has started.
Later, the short hard work seemed to make her feel that she didn't know where to arrange her life. She may be more suitable than me.
Beautiful and calm. Yan 'an is not enough as a long-term planning of writing, but it can really make a difference in the war of resistance against Japan.
Individuals don't worry too much about daily chores, but plan for bigger things. There is a kind of vitality here, or it will make her.
Healthier. But Xiao Hong went to the south. I still regret what I thought of her lifestyle at that time.
It is too little, perhaps because we are too shallow, and my lifestyle is too far away from her, but it is all in vain.
Enthusiasm often does not help, but individuals can still get a peace of mind.
I haven't passed a letter since we broke up. Duanmu Hongliang wrote several times, in the last letter (item
I was told that Xiaohong moved out of Queen's Hospital because of illness. I don't know why I have it.
Have a presentiment that something terrible is coming. I once said to Blanc, "Xiao Hong won't live long.
Yes "When I said this, I have scanned all the female friends I know or know in China.
And feel a silent loneliness. Able to bear hardships, independent of other forces, intelligent and virtuous.
There are only a few girlfriends!
Unfortunately, my fears came true when I looked up at the other side of the sky or counted the dirt under my feet.
Sand, I can't help sighing, I lost a real partner. Living in such a world is another matter.
A true partner, then more power, our responsibility is not only to play in the situation, indicating the light, but also
Create light and beauty; If the human soul can only stick to the individual's intolerance, it can only be intoxicated with itself.
Small achievement. We should let all people have lofty enjoyment and make great sacrifices for this enjoyment.
Born in this world, living can certainly add strength to the whole cause, and dying is also for yourself.
Great loss. Because there are a lot of heritages in this world, your words and literature will be more distorted from now on.
Be insulted; It is said that even Hu Feng, who is not dead, has been proved to be a traitor. Of course, the dead are unnecessary.
Bribing such a shameless witness. Lu Xun's The True Story of Ah Q was misinterpreted by those royal scholars, so
The fate of Life and Death Field is inevitable. If you are alive, you will be forced to go to Hong Kong.
Death, but there are all kinds of slanders waiting, you won't know; Those friends who came back from the danger with you.
Children will also likely be monitored and punished. I don't know how far I am going to push these people.
Is that enough? Before eating the mouse, the cat must play with it to amuse itself. This cruelty surpasses all the massacres.
Vicious, more need to be destroyed.
As long as I am alive, the death of my friends will definitely stifle my dull breath one after another. Especially in this stormy weather.
In the days to come, I will feel more burdened. My job is enough to ruin my life, let alone yours.
Death, and your unfinished business, but I can definitely support it. I want to take this storm to send you a message.
Dead friends, for your comfort and glory, I will drain all the leftovers in my life. that
Fear is only for you, because you are a suffering laborer and your ideal is truth.
The wind and rain have stopped, the hazy moon is floating on the hill in the west, and it will be fine tomorrow. I look forward to tomorrow's
Smile for victory, rest for eternal life. I blew out the light and lay quietly in bed.
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