I came into contact with Jing M. Guo through Fantasy City, and just one look was enough to make me fall in love with it.
His writing is slow and beautiful, always revealing that kind of faint sadness, such as the water vapor permeating the top of the Himalayas, which can not be dispersed for a long time.
He said he was a big boy instead of a boy. As a boy in his twenties, he likes to talk with teenage boy Kan Kan on his website and share their precious words. Only there can he find his own happiness, those memories that have dissipated, and the sadness he once had.
Sadness seems to be his sign. The tragic ending in the world suddenly caught my tears. The departure of Chang Xia suddenly hollowed out my heart on the solstice of summer in 2005, and Fu Xiaosi's decadence and infatuation mercilessly seized my sympathy.
Some people say that Jing Ke and Jing M.Guo earned everyone's tears with beautiful and slightly sad words. However, I want to say that Xiao Si didn't mean to be sad, and his sentimentality was not groundless. I believe Xiao Si's sadness is real. Fu Xiaosi let me see the shadow of Jing M.Guo in1995-Summer Solstice in 2005, but that is the real Xiao Si.
The real fourth-grade students have the same distress as Fu Xiaosi, and live a quiet life in class, class and writing happily. Being famous also brings misery, which is not only pressure, but also helplessness, which is the helplessness given by society to this role darling. So this sad darling can only stand in the sad air and turn the infinite distress in his heart into beautiful words, but these words have been brewing in sadness for too long, and they also reveal a touch of sadness.
Following the sad breath of the fourth grade and along the beautiful road of writing, I found a sad group-post-80 s.
I always like to keep a copy of Qing Rui after 80 at hand. Under the dim light, listening to the falling rain outside the window, a person reads Qingrui and feels the sadness hidden between the lines, such as the water vapor in the air condenses at one point and then dissipates to infinity.
When reading Qing Rui, you always feel calm, because those slow words will stop your impatience. Reading, reading, reading ... There will be a tear hanging quietly on the face, then hitting the cold ground along the cheek through the air barrier, making a crisp sound in the long and quiet night. Sadness also began to diffuse with tears.
I think post-80s writers must be as worried as Band Four. They are all big children like the fourth grade, who like words and movies. Only by immersing yourself in what you like can you find your true self or your ideal self.
So it became sad.
Like a person wandering around, like a aimless ghost, silent.
I collected a lot of sadness when I was wandering. I sealed them all in my fragile heart, but no one could see them, because I never wanted to show them to anyone.
Like the children born in 1980s, the carrier of sadness is always those beautiful and slightly sad words. In the desolate wilderness, the silent Shan Ye is silent in the middle of the night, and all my sadness will be released and turned into sad words, which I will cherish forever.
I became hypocritical after sealing up my sadness. When I am sad, I will pretend as if nothing has happened and smile. Only a fourth grader and a post-80s can let me find myself, the one with a melancholy face and full of sadness.
Mid-Autumn Festival, Double Ninth Festival, twelfth lunar month, plum blossoms in full bloom, heavy snow, sadness will release me. Endless sadness will be made into lanterns, painted with beautiful six-petal plum blossoms, bearing a person's thoughts under the deep and brilliant starry sky, and releasing sadness alone in the face of meteors crossing the sky.
With the singing, the group of children after senior high school and 80s came from "hiding away". It brings snow in January, words in February, thoughts in March, fools in April, candy in May, cicadas in June, waves in July, fairy tales in August, Ferris wheel in September and past events in October.
Sadness is frozen in the fog filled with water,
One, two, three, four. Come face to face.
Sadness, the scene after 80 s m. Guo.