Wong Kar-wai's Blossom Blossom is a hit, bringing a lot of memories, but also bringing a lot of stories, of course, the story behind the flowers, in an interview with Wong Kar-wai, he said, this story is about the story of 1993 and 1994, this is an extraordinary two years, but also a full of stories. Hearing this, I thought, what have I been doing in the past two years, it turns out that for me, this is also an extraordinary two years.
In 1993, I was discharged from the hospital in January, I was discharged from the hospital with crutches, I could walk after a month, I went to Shanghai in April, and I went to Shanghai in April, mainly for the repair of facial scars, and the repair of broken teeth, and repaired for a month, and prepared for facial repair after repair, at that time there was no bed in the hospital, and I was arranged to be hospitalized in the Pudong branch that was still not developed at that time, and the doctor said that the facial scar repair needed to be healed for a year before it could be carried out, and I left Shanghai and went to the Beijing ** center for *** training in the ** center for five monthsAt that time, my younger brother was studying in Beijing, and as long as it was Saturday and Sunday, he would take a two-hour bus to the ** center to see me, and then take a two-hour bus back to school. Mom lives in the basement guest house next to the ** center every day, and accompanies my *** dad in Yimin, because I need a lot of money for treatment at that time, and my dad handles every company transfer and money application in Yimin, so he lives in the ** center until the end of September, and returns to Yimin after eleven. After that, he was hospitalized, because it was a year since the accident, and the steel needles left in the thigh and the steel nails in the calf had to be removed, so he was hospitalized for surgery and recovered. I returned to work in November and started my daily interviews and writing manuscripts again.
Kehua graduated in July 1994, we met for the first time in September, looking at his bright eyes and warm smile, we started our story, at the end of 1994, Kehua took my birthday to the house for people to calculate whether it was or not, and then, we also determined the date of marriage in 1995.
Right, in the midst of these trivial things, the days slipped away like this, and it had been thirty years when I looked back unconsciously.
Kazuo Ishiguro's "Klara and the Sun" was born out of a story written for children.
A small doll, waiting in the store to be bought. Later, a girl bought her. The girl lives in the suburbs, but she is so sick that she has to stay at home every day. She worries that the little doll will be disappointed because the home is boring and boring. They can only watch the sun rise in the east and set in the west together every day. They felt that the sun had set in the shack next door. Perhaps, it is the home of the sun.
One night, the girl felt energetic. She got out of bed for the first time and said to the little doll"Let's go see the sun"。They ran through the garden and saw a door behind the shack. Pushing open the door, the sunlight poured out, and it turned out that the sun was about to sleep. The sun was very good, gave them some tea, and explained to them why they rose and set every day, and why everything in the world was like this. They had a great night together.
When she got home, the girl said to the little doll:"I've always been worried that you'll regret coming to my house and that you'll be more willing to be bought by other kids. "The little doll said"No, no, this is already the best. "
The next day, the girl died.
It's a pity that the story didn't make it into a picture book. But Kazuo Ishiguro said that this seems too cruel for children, but in fact, this is really life.
At the age of half a hundred, looking back on these past events, I seem to have ignored those pains, those difficulties, and those betrayals, but I just remember the past, the past years, and those injuries have receded into the shadow of some big events with the progress of time, just like the doll said, this is already the best, no matter how you choose, there will be more regrets in it.
History seems to be a kind of sorrow, which does not exist in the discussion of the world, but hides in the silent corners and forgotten fragments.
Just like the ancestors said, if one day, I can still pick up some lost thoughts, can I hold up the light of dawn to illuminate the unspeakable ending, can I take away the turbulent journey, the years full of thorns, and these unchangeable sorrows and pains.
Of course, everything has happened, everything is in the future.
Looking back in the middle of the night, with the moonlight, the poetry covers the sorrow of the world, together with the sad paragraphs in my hand, with simple words, heavy past, farewell in the deep winter night.
As people often say, then say goodbye, at this age that has experienced countless farewells, in this twilight of prosperity, farewell to your own 93 years, no pain, not so many hardships.
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