Ning Yuanzhou died, and so did Ren Ruyi. Death is so certain, so certain, so unequivocal. No one survived, lonely as snow. "Yi Nian Guan Mountain" makes people lose sleep in the middle of the night.
As long as one person is dead, for some reason, he is willing to let the other die as well. Even though everything has nothing to do with us outsiders, life and death are never up to us. It's not that they don't know the preciousness of life, but they want a kind of self-righteous and narrow fulfillment. Death is too painful, and the rest of my life is too lonely. The person who is alive, in the face of his confidant and lover, the moment he leaves, the air is drained, the soil under his feet collapses, there is nothing to live, he cannot live.
Allowing the living person to have the opportunity to die at the right time and where he wants, in order to fulfill his will to die, is the highest form of love we want, and even the only fulfillment of the individual's life ambition with the world in mindOr do you just want to redeem with death, comfort with death, escape from life, throw yourself into the arms of death, gain eternity, and return to nature?When was death so approachable and so ironic?A person who survives the death of a loved one is no longer the same as anyone else. It's different, how lonely.
It is of course wrong for others not to keep others and let death happen, and what is projected may be our love and hate for death. Hating to death takes away what you love, and loving it can liberate you. Whether it is a person who dies like a lamp going out, or who sees each other again, at least, death is blocked by death, and the only way to make fusion possible with death, in the imagination, in the unsustainable, to give any possibility other than to live. We must at least allow, in our concepts, in our hearts, in love, to allow people to live, to allow people to go, to allow lonely time to flow, and to allow life to end here.
Nietzsche said that the reward for dying is not having to die again. Yes, if they are all dead, what else can be embarrassed in this world for those who have died?
There are all kinds of deaths in "Yi Nian Guan Mountain", Qian Zhao's, Sun Lang's, Yuanlu's, Yu Thirteen's, Ning Yuanzhou's, Ren Ruyi's, as well as emperors and generals, royal tilts, and ordinary people. Some people are dead, some people don't;Some people are not afraid of death, some people are afraid;Some people are reluctant to give up and still have concerns, and some people boast that life is delicious enough and worthwhile. When he was alive, he had his own way of living, and when he died, he was calm. But without exception, all of them hurt, and they all make those who see death shed tears.
The war raged for days, for a long, long time, until the snow fell one after another, day and night. As long as there is a battlefield, anyone will die, are you still alive, it doesn't matter, after a while, you may die. Whether you are the emperor, a general in a hundred battles, a master of martial arts, a man, a child, a male protagonist, a female protagonist, a person who has died nine times in his life, who is greedy for life and afraid of death, will die, can die, and must die.
Nice, direct, sober. "Yi Nian Guan Mountain" leaves no room for discussion between us and death, and the golden finger of the protagonist we can rely on in the end is gone, and there is no God about death. Death even killed God. That's fine.
Oaths are unreliable, and those who promise will break their promises. Love is unreliable, and the person you love will die. Peace is unreliable, and unintentional people will start wars. War is unreliable, it never brings us what we want, and in the end, we all die in war.
In this way, before death comes, before war comes, live well, love well, and live well.
The people in "Yi Nian Guan Mountain" have died enough, died enough, and died completely enough. But they have all lived seriously, and their laughter and joy are sincere. Their sorrow and sorrow are intense. This is about the only thing they and we can do to resist death, walking the world, covered in wind and frost, and holding in our hands.
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