This summer is like a pool of boiling water, but the difference is that every fish can revel, cry and confess. The flowers are full of make-up, the leaves are green and dense, the streets are full of traffic under the scorching sun, and the selling sounds are like cicadas. From early morning to midnight, there are sparks on the skewers from time to time, and the speakers of the square dance must penetrate every window, and everything must be in full swing. Sometimes I see someone crying with a beer bottle, and occasionally I see a boy coaxing a girl by the roadside, and the girl finally runs away crying. Such a scene is far away, and such tears will not make people feel sad, even with the affectation of youth.
The world of reading is getting deeper and deeper. What else can hurt yourself? But the tears are very shallow, and I am sentimental from time to time, and I shed a few tears. The ups and downs of life have been experienced calmly, but a small heatstroke can make people feel fragile and sad. The original ailment will actually drop a few tears. To learn to be melodramatic? They were also excited to see the newlyweds hugging happily at the wedding. Ordinary parting, old man with white hair and hunchback, a plot in the play, a scene in the news, an old song, a sentence in memory ... are all tears. I don't know when the eyes are hot, tears will flow out, sometimes tears will fall down, and sometimes they will be reserved. Silence is better than sound. Sometimes, tears are so hot that the whole world is warm. Sometimes, tears are cold, and only you know how cold they are.
Once upon a time, I couldn't listen to those Peking Opera, Sichuan Opera and Kunqu Opera. They could sing as long as they wanted, and I couldn't hear a word for half a day. Now, I have patience and feel that there is a charm in the song: "I thought that at the beginning, I was talking about the debt of destiny takes a hand's love, and I was singing acacia." Who will dominate who? " Guests come and go, who will be tired? I am a lonely actor. In this world of red dust, I always dress up the bitterness of others with my own tears. I sang many beautiful things and had a beautiful day. If one day I shed this actor's enchanting and thin diamond mirror, can I still see the beauty of yesterday? "
The actors are singing others and ourselves, and we are listening to others and ourselves. Listening and singing, it finally got cold! Leng Yue blows the lights and sits alone, the banana rains at night, Xiao looks red and wet, the old man cries, and the moss turns into snow at dusk, so it's even better if you sing and I come on stage. Otherwise, why do people have tears in their eyes? All happiness is set off by sadness, and all happiness is more beautiful because of sadness!
All the excitement will eventually be over, and the past will fade away with the wind. One day, you will sit on a bamboo chair, drink a cup of tea and enjoy the cold and hot past alone, without words or understanding. Looking at the lotus in the pond, there are countless people crossing the pond. Who knows that the dew on the lotus leaf is not its cold tears lamenting the world of mortals?