Xiangling, the only daughter of Zhen Shiyin, a Gusu squire in "Dream of Red Mansions". Jia Baoyu sleepwalked in too illusory realm, and saw the three volumes of judgments of the twelve hairpins of Jinling, and only looked at Qingwen and Raider in the "second book", and only looked at Xiangling in the "second book".
She should have been the innocent and well-behaved baby, the simple and lovely beautiful girl, the sweet and gentle young grandmother, the graceful and noble lady, and the respected old lady.
Why do some people always have noble people to help them on the critical road to the progress of life, and some people fall into the roulette wheel of misery with a gentle push from the god of ** in their ordinary life, and then flip it with powerlessness. The kind and beautiful flowers can't withstand the wind, frost, rain and snow, but the evil abduction cause has deep roots and leaves, and in the long river of time, it blooms with drought-resistant and cold-tolerant vicious flowers, which have never withered.
It is natural for human nature to be inflame and attached, to fear power is to rely on power and then become power, to envy wealth is to strive for wealth and then have wealth, between the market and the high wall of meat, between the civilian dead and the noble living, between interests and morality, who says that the tilt of the balance is not a rational choice, the light of wisdom.
It would have been possible to talk about ideals without worrying about pragmatic life. Kindness can win friendship, and intelligence can blossom into buds. Quiet reading, light writing, not to win fame, but to add fun to life.
The essence wants to cover up the material, and the shadow is from the cold. An anvil knocks thousands of miles white, and the half-round chicken sings five more remnants.
Listen to the flute in autumn on the green river, and lean on the railing at night on the red-sleeved building. Chang'e should ask herself, why don't you make eternal reunion?
Isn't it said that the vast earth of good is pregnant with the aura of all things, and the fertile land is full of high spirits of life. Why can dead wood be planted deep in the thick soil, and the wrinkled branches can reach into the sky? The blazing sun was supposed to reflect the golden light, but instead it became a shimmering sharp blade.
Jealousy grows like a vine in spring, the sound of ponging makes people shudder, and the narrow chest seems to be able to hear the sound of indignation, which makes people afraid. The feudal hierarchy is stubborn and rigid, and with the whip of jealousy and resentment, it whips desperately on the axis of time for the weak, without tireness.
Finally, a bowl of poison pushes the suffering of the weak and the ruthlessness of the strong to a climax.
Who said that short-term happiness is also happiness, short-term happiness is still happiness, and short-term sweetness is also sweetness. It was just a glimmer of blindness in the endless darkness, just a sad scratch in a sad pattern full of screens, just a stepping stone on the road of suffering with no end in sight.
Who said how difficult it is to prosper the state, the state is in **?Who said that suffering is a fortune, and money is in **?You can buy a villa by studying hard, where is the house?
There is no meaning in the suffering of a lifetime, and the tragedy of a lifetime is only this. Sacrifice in vain, waste in vain. No matter how hard you try, how much you struggle, just suffer, just suffer. The best temperament, the most beautiful looks, the most real talent, but fate is so perverse.
If suffering is worthless and meaningless, then do your best to carry it on to the end!