1 Walk through the mossy stone road, cross a pile of crooked fences, push open the creaking wooden door, and a window is embedded in the old blue brick wall. Enough paper is long gone, leaving only panes covered with red silk threads of different lengths. The red silk rope swayed helplessly in the wind, like someone was sad, and like a faint sadness that could not be blown away. ...
Features: Reduplication, metaphor, parallelism, giving the context of the story to be told, burying suspense to attract readers.
Suitable: prose with beautiful plot language.
I first saw this book a few years ago, when I was still in high school. I am young and frivolous, and I don't know what human sorrow is. After turning over a few pages, it may be a misjudgment in adolescence, when I dismissed those things that were touted. Therefore, although we avoided a lot of annoying suffering of dross, we also missed a lot of essence. Coupled with such in-depth works, it is naturally very subtle, and the plot setting is not as tense and circuitous as martial arts novels or short stories. With these prejudices, I lost the opportunity to read deeply.
I watched it again in winter. Snowflakes are floating quietly outside the window. There was a faint sound of piano in the distance, as if telling a touching story. I sat by the window alone, silently communicating with the characters in the book. Laugh for their happiness and grieve for their pain. The goose has long since disappeared, and the yellow leaves in front of the window are buried by snow. At this time, I have learned a little about appreciating the beauty of words. When slowly chewing those sobbing words and quietly feeling those delicate and long styles, there will always be several vivid and full-fledged figures before delivery. But at that time, I still regarded it as a touching emotional novel, only about ethnic minorities.
Now reread. Cover the quilt and meditate. It's crisp in autumn outside the window, and the wind is whistling in the distance, but there is only calm breathing and heartbeat here. Only then can we understand that after this thrilling story, the author wants us to know not only a tearful tragedy, but also some life truths. For example, gain and loss, love and hate, life and death, all these are like solid doors that separate two completely different worlds. I can't feel the coldness of my heart in your world, and I can't touch the brilliance of your smile in my world. However, we are close at hand.
As close as the horizon.
Features: beautiful words, philosophy, people unconsciously into it.
Fitness: feeling after reading, feeling after reading, feeling, and so on. With a little modification, it becomes a beautiful article.
You can miss the past, but you shouldn't be sad. Sang Ni once told me. She also said that we are all living in reincarnation, and all unfinished stories can continue in the afterlife; She also said that the starry sky at midnight is beautiful, and there is another world under the starry sky, which is more noisy than during the day; She also said that maybe everything was predestined in previous lives, forgotten, and not forgotten.
I remember quietly, as if Sang Ni whispered in my ear. Some bright lights suddenly passed through the layers of night and went straight to another unknown space. I remember quietly, without stopping, the past is roaring, but sometimes it is silent. Darkness is really a magical thing that can take you back many years ago. I quietly recalled Sunny, her smile, her tears, everything about her, everything about us.
Features: Starting with the characters' language is naturally unpretentious, but the characters' description is fuller.
Suitable: memoirs, love stories, random thoughts, etc.
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End: (corresponding to the above three beginnings)
1 year heartless. I think time will gradually erode a person's memory, dilute a person's thoughts and caress a person.
Personal scars. Perhaps at the end of life, Hong Chuang has forgotten her husband's appearance, and even forgotten her insistence on one.
The original intention of life.
But I believe that her ordinary and short life is not for the pursuit of wealth or rich material enjoyment, but more.
Not to leave a reputation to be praised; She just yearns for a quiet and peaceful life, but yearns for the ordinary but the most
Just sincere love.
I believe that the red window is not only a person's name, but also the name of a window. this is a
The symbol of tenacity and persistence is an ordinary rural woman's faithful belief in love; Red silk rope is not only red.
Silk rope, which is a net woven by her pure heart, draws long thoughts into silk.
There was no earth-shattering, no vows of eternal love, and she didn't even say "forever" or see heaven and earth.
Being together is to dare to leave the monarch. " Only real waiting and long waiting. It is this that makes this ancient window.
, has become a monument, in a society where love has become utilitarian and materialistic, it stands firm.
When the autumn wind passes mercilessly, if the weak love is shivering in the cold wind, come and look at the red window and listen.
Its faint whisper and moan, smell its primitive and simple breath, and see how the red silk rope is swaying in the wind-that is the red window.
Soul.
However, it shows us the real world and real life. What it tells us about love and hate, about life and death, about gain and loss, about existence and extinction, are all truths.
We cried. But not for the joys and sorrows of a few fictional characters. Tears flow for a door of life. It is that door that separates the two worlds. Although, it's all true.
Three years have passed. There are always some things that will not change, such as the four seasons. We may also be in reincarnation.
Buddha said: 500 years in the same boat, a pillow for 1000 years. Perhaps it was our previous life, which was not enough, so we had to complete our love in reincarnation.
However, some things are doomed to be unchangeable and unforgettable. Now, however, I can only recall it painfully, miss it for a long time and deeply condemn my stupidity. I can only use some helpless and sad words to pay homage to that past in a lonely midnight.