Those youthful images stained with scarlet, those incomparably bright sunshine, and those familiar music, I think this is youth! Happy, warm and wonderful.
Love is the warmth and pain that cannot be avoided.
To the left, it is cozy, but the tide after the flamboyance is more breathtaking;
To the right, it is painful, and the sting of bravado is more haggard;
Adolescent love is the impulse of the vitality of the midnight blossom.
Slowly move forward! Let our hearts mature slowly!
For ahead is the blue sea, the dotted sails ......
Going Left, Going Right 2This is a romantic fable in the city. In the endless pursuit, you will have a have a coincidence and chance, and also have an have an accident and miss. The reality of the city is like a scene in the fog, faintly exuding a melancholy beauty, carrying a dream without promise. With his exquisite brushstrokes and poetic style of painting, Chimie illuminates the hearts of people destined to meet each other with a warm ending.
She lives in an old apartment building on the outskirts of the city, and whenever she goes out, no matter where she goes, she always walks to the left out of habit.
He lives in an old apartment building on the outskirts of the city, and every time he goes out, no matter where he goes, he always habitually goes right.
He never met her, and she never met him.
But there are always many coincidences in life, and two parallel lines may meet one day.
They met in a park next to a round fountain. They were like long-lost lovers, and the winter was no longer so melancholy. They spent a happy and sweet afternoon. At dusk, it suddenly started to rain. They hurriedly wrote down each other's phone numbers and hurriedly parted in the rain.
He, also habitually walk to the right ...... she, also habitually walk to the left ......
But life is always a lot of accidents, holding in the hands of the kite will suddenly break the line.
Looking at the fuzzy handwriting made one wrong call after another. They are even too frustrated to sleep.
The cheers of counting down the seconds in front of the town square were heard on the radio, and another year had passed.
Time seemed to have passed for a long, long time, and they were sad to leave the city. The only thing left to remember about each other was a rain-soaked phone number.
He was still walking to the right; she was still walking to the left.
Going Left, Going Right 3You may be surprised to learn about the story narrated in Going Left, Going Right, and you may even find it funny that these two people are so entangled. When I read the story in the book, I always associate it with my own life, so why don't we all think about it carefully, in this kind of urban life, the same thing, is it also happening around us?
If we can change our own `habit, perhaps there will really be more to gain!
I have always been a mess when it comes to love, so when I saw the two lovers who fell in love at first sight in the manga, I was envious. Whether out of my own desire or a sense of compassion, I was hoping they would eventually meet.
However, in reality, this kind of love at first sight is rare, and I personally think that there will be more people who are in unrequited love. Here, I want to tell my friends who are in love with each other, "This kind of relationship is something that needs to be managed by people, and once you go with the flow, the result will be unavoidable." Therefore, when you meet the most important person in your life, please don't be stingy with your feelings!
See here, I guess my friends already think I'm long-winded, to be honest, write here, I really don't know how to write down, a few meters of each painting will trigger my thinking, if this write down, I don't know to write to what time for the end.
If friends carefully read what I wrote above, it is not difficult to find that I have raised too many questions in this epiphany! There are really not many works that can cause readers to ****, especially these extremely good comics works of several meters.
After reading these comics, I have some more thoughts about life: "What do I need? What am I striving for? What am I looking for?"
Walk left, walk right4I held up my umbrella and stood still, looking to my left and looking to my right, what to do ......
To my left is a trash can full of garbage, and a lot of garbage is slowly blown to the ground by the wind blowing, and the flies are flying around. And to my right is a trash can with little and little trash, and in front of it there is quite a lot of vomit wet by the rain to make me nauseous, and the trash can on the right is so far away from me. What to do, the rain was getting heavier and heavier and I was getting soaked. Two little people inside me argued. One said, "Hmph! The garbage can on the right is so dirty and far away, why do you hesitate to throw it to the garbage can on the left? And no one to see what environmental protection. Another little man said: Although we can not pick up other people's garbage, but also can not throw the garbage there, far away on far away.
It didn't take long for the rain to come down. My heart leaned more and more toward the first villain, and gradually the second villain was squeezed out of my heart. I looked around and realized that no one was there, took a breath, whatever! It's raining today, just ignore the environment! I step to the left, even if the environmental protection has been farther and farther away from me, "pop" I threw in.
"Mom!" As I was about to turn around and walk away, a childish voice caught my attention. "Let's throw it in there." A little girl with crocheted hair picked up a bag of trash from the left side of the trash and pointed her finger to the right. "Oh baby, that's too far there, let's go home!" The little girl broke free from her mom's hand and ran with the trash to the right trash can, threw it in, and came back with a skip and a jump, "Teacher said we're going to be little champions of the environment! Let's go, mom!"
I looked at the back of the mother and daughter far away, smiled, bent down to pick up the bag of garbage, walked to the right ......
A show of hands, why bother?
Walk to the left, walk to the right 5In the course of my growth, many things have happened, just like walking on the beach, leaving a string of footprints. Today, let me relate a small thing in my life.
Saturday morning, my mom told me to go out and take out the garbage, I grabbed the garbage bag and walked outside. The bag of garbage is big and heavy, I just walked a floor, I feel some pain in the arm, I struggled to walk downstairs. Suddenly, I realized that I was faced with a difficult choice because I didn't know where to throw the garbage! To the left, I had to walk a distance of at least a hundred meters to reach the trash can. To the right, the trash can was only a few steps away. However, the trash can is already full, and a lot of garbage has even fallen out. If I threw the garbage there, it would only add to the trouble of the cleaners. But, thinking about my aching arms, I couldn't help but turn my gaze to the right.
At that moment, a mother and daughter came up from the side and were arguing, and the mother said, "Honey, just throw the garbage bag here, don't go so far." The little girl argued, "Don't, don't, this side of the garbage cans can't fit, must be thrown to that side to go." With that, she threw the garbage into the trash can on the left before running away. Seeing the little girl's behavior, I couldn't help but feel a shock in my heart, a little girl can do without littering, why can't I? So I took a big step toward the left trash can and threw the trash in.
The little things I've talked about today can be found everywhere on Earth, but how many people really do not litter?
Walk to the left, walk to the right 6"Go, go, people always have to learn to grow up on their own; go, go, go, life is inevitably experiencing bitter struggles, walk to the left, walk to the right." --Title
Flowers blossom and fall, but also only the beauty of the moment and withering; the wind rises and falls, but also only hastily go and stay and memories.
I believe the world, it is not only these two feelings, because they have never let us get anything.
I was once asked which direction I would choose to go if I had heaven at my left foot and hell at my right. Without hesitation I chose right - hell. He asked me why, and I didn't answer because I didn't have a clear reason either, it was just out of the fact that the first feeling that came to my mind was hell, and I believe in that instinctive reaction.
Last winter, the weather was unusually cold, and after another day of torture in my already poor health, it seemed that I could be described as disheveled. I kept rubbing my hands, stamping my feet, and pacing back and forth, but the cold still had no intention of sparing me, and I cried that I had had enough!
"Put it on! Look at you freezing." The voice was so melodious, and when I looked up, Ruo Yi was handing me her clothes. "Ooohhhh ......" touched ah! I took the clothes and couldn't wait like a bird that didn't eat. At that time, remembering that sentence, I finally realized that such warmth exists in heaven, below there is no such warmth, but why do I still have no choice but to choose the pitch-black world?
Suddenly, I realized that people around me always choose to leave in July, to the left, to the right. And I always say goodbye to myself while saying goodbye to them in July.
Ruoyi said she was going to Melboume, with a flight on July 2nd. Although I knew she would have to leave sooner or later, I was still overwhelmed. Now, she is leaving to continue her path in Melboume. I think we are drifting away from each other, not knowing when we will meet again; I think we are drifting away from each other, not knowing when we will contact each other again; I think we are drifting away from each other, not knowing when we will regain our memories.
Before we parted, we had already begun to miss.
Again, I remember the saying, go to hell, there will be no parting, no hurt.
I remember a sentence: always afraid, hurt others at the same time to hurt themselves, after I understand that love and hurt can not be divided, gradually learned not to love, not love will not have hurt.
A lot of people and a lot of things will be lost in time, whether you want to or not.
Heaven, hell, in the distance, but also a world of difference.
Don't want to be hurt again, don't want to go back to sadness, don't want to endure the pain of parting, don't want to do dreamy daydreams ......
Though once everything was so beautiful and nostalgic, I have been to heaven.
So I choose to go left and then right.
Go left, then go right7It seems like we're always running and searching, like the wandering of the little prince. Meeting different people, different things, but finally realized that the rose in the heart has actually been blooming in the planet from which it came. So at the end of the fairy tale, the little prince said: there are some things that you will understand only after you have wandered.
And you, whether you are still wandering, still looking for, until exhausted, full of wind and rain?
In fact, I want to tell you, not all the time towards the front will find happiness, look back, maybe you will find that person, is waiting in the lights, waiting for you to dust.
The way of choice, for anything is extremely important, of course, including love. If you choose the right one, then of course you can stick to it, you can be persistent. But what if you pick the wrong one? Then you will not only insist on what you should not insist on, but also give up what you should not give up.
George Bernard Shaw said that at this moment on earth, there are about 20,000 people who are suitable to be your life partner. This is definitely a black humor for countless leftover men and women who are suffering in loneliness and isolation. Assuming, of course, that what George Bernard Shaw said is true.
Let's not discuss whether it's true or not, but if you or I were unlucky enough to be left behind, or if it was just a matter of course, what would you do? Like in the cartoon by Jimmy, you will run along the old track of your life unchanged? Go left and never go right? Or will you always hold up your proud head in the midst of the crowd, living like a hedgehog at all times, only revealing your vulnerability with unbridled tears when you hear a song or see an object at an unintended moment? Otherwise, it is like an old and dilapidated artificial satellite, busy and busy has long been tired and laborious to the signal does not work, can not receive all the messages of love?
If life is like a pool of stagnant water, how can you expect waves of love? If you yourself do not have any change, and how can you expect to wait for the miracle of the guardian. (Love Article)
Go Left, Go Right 8Crossing the Bridge
Here was a canyon, and he had come down from the mountains and was sitting under an oak tree resting and looking at the bridge. He had an important letter tucked in his arms. A letter about secretly encircling the enemy tomorrow night in a great annihilation. The letter had to be delivered to his own people this afternoon.
The only way was, to cross the bridge. Once across the bridge, it was his own people's territory. He would be safe. The letter was safe.
He sat under the oak tree for half an hour and came to the conclusion that the enemy soldiers were coming out of the gun emplacements at intervals of about five minutes, and would not allow anyone to pass.
And he calculated that it would take at least seven minutes to cross the bridge, with his strength and pace.
What was he to do with those two minutes? He looked up at the sun, thought for a moment, stood up, followed the path, and walked up to the bridge.
He walked steadily forward, his eyes fixed on the watch in his hand.
The time was almost up. He quickly turned around and walked back. Soon a soldier came out of the turret, the soldier looked at him, gripped the gun at his waist with one hand and made a stop sign with the other. He looks at the soldier too, dressed in rags and carrying a fish trap in his hand.
The soldier waved his hand and bellowed, "No crossing! Turn around and go back! One step forward and I'll shoot you!
He turned around, shivering, and retreated.
Go left, go right9
Feichai
Once upon a time, there was a king who was very bad-tempered, and because of territorial problems, he had disputes with his neighbors for decades. Then the king of the neighboring country died. The prince succeeded him, and the prince sent an ambassador to meet the king in the hope that the two countries could make a truce and negotiate territorial issues.
The king, feeling that this was a good opportunity to win the war, was unwilling to negotiate and did not even see the ambassador. He sent his valet to tell the ambassador waiting outside that ten girls dressed as maids of honor would be coming out soon, and if the ambassador could guess which one was the princess, he would be willing to receive them. If he did not accept the offer, he could go back to his own country at once and prepare for the next battle.
The ambassador agreed. The valet walked up to the ambassador with the changed princess and her nine personal attendants, who were dressed in identical yellow dresses and draped in identical pale green sarongs. The king, meanwhile, was hiding behind a curtain. The ambassador raised his eyes, his eyes quickly swept around, smiled and said to his attendant, "So the king is so sincere in reconciliation, and that purple auspicious cloud above the princess's head is really a great blessing."
The attendants, as well as the nine maids of honor, and even the king, who was hiding behind the curtain, all together turned their gazes to the True Princess to see that purple auspicious cloud above her head. The ambassador followed the crowd's gaze and bowed respectfully toward the princess.
Walk Left, Walk Right 10I don't know if you've read the story "Walk Left, Walk Right" which is about: he (Shen Shitao) and she (Cui Leping) both letter in an old apartment building on the outskirts of the city, and every time she got out of the door, she always habitually walked to the left, and he was always used to walking to the right, and he did not ever meet her. Until one day, they met, like long-lost lovers, and spent a happy and sweet afternoon.
But there are always accidents in life, and the only clue they left behind when they broke up - their phone number - was soaked in rainwater and unrecognizable. They had to wait, she was still walking to the left and he was still walking to the right. Although they lived next to each other in the same building, teased the same small children, fed the same stray cat, in the bustle of the crowd there are many times to brush shoulders ...... but never saw each other.
Finally on Christmas Eve, he and she decided to leave this deserted cold city to a sunny place to travel. Full of sky divided into snow they met again ...... So, in the Christmas Eve lights we saw them embracing ......
I was struck by the kind of muted sadness in Walk Left Walk Right, she and he are parallel lines in the metropolis. She and he are parallel lines in the city, harboring the most beautiful fantasies on the crowded streets, but they miss each other again and again because of the habits they insist on. The fate of the two protagonists is arranged by the author, Mr. Guimet, in the atmosphere of a bustling city, filled with a sadness of not being able to do what they want to do, but at any time there is a flicker of hope that is not willing to die out. Seeing her and him in the crowd again and again looking for but again and again missed the lonely figure, can not help but creeped out: just like living in the urban jungle, we can not find it will always be alone? The author of several meters to his manpower a good ending of the Associated Press, he let them meet, he let all the pursuit and loneliness have become a prelude to happiness.
In the era away from love, everything has become so realistic, simple and programmed, perhaps we have to ask love is still beautiful? And does it still move us? We need to be touched, in the labyrinthine city to engage in inexplicable loneliness, in the pursuit of coincidence and miss to continue the ball of love. There are warm endings for those who have love in their hearts, aren't there?