Shuangcheng

Chengcheng knew that there would be an era where they could stand in the bright corner without using the paint.

Please use your eyes to see that era for me.

Atime forus, someday there'll be. When chains are torn by courage. Born of a love that's free.

That is our time, there will be a day when we finally have the courage to break free from the prison, and free love burns the shackles.

Atime when dreams so long denied can flourish. As we unveil the love we now musthide.

A time when dreams that have been denied for centuries will blossom, and we can make love known to the world that we must now hide.

Atimeforus, atlasttosee.

Our time will finally come.

We are the last survivors, and we will witness this tragic victory together. The corpses are everywhere, the desolate scene is full of devastation, winning or losing is meaningless, and the six-colored flag is dilapidated and dim, but it is still stubbornly flying proudly.The newborn sun was red, big, and cold. They looked up devoutly almost obsessively, completely disregarding the shadow cast on the thorns and bones behind them.

Alifeworth while for you and me.

That is a life worth living.

Andwithourlovethroughtearsandthornswewillendure.Aswepasssurelythrougheverystorm.

Your love takes me through tears and thorns, through endless storms, and we will bear all the suffering together to reach the other shore.

Human beings are born fragile but strong. No matter how endless ugliness and sufferings are in Pandora's box, no matter how difficult it is, people are always struggling and living endlessly.Because they have hope in their hearts.

Whenever Chengcheng thinks this way, he feels a deep, fateful sadness.

He has always believed that the reason why great men are great men is not because of optimism and belief in beauty, they are actually extremely pessimistic, knowing that darkness is rampant, light is but a moment, and evil is invincible.And it is precisely because they know that kindness is weak and hope is absurd, that the most noble emotion of human beings is born in despair, that is, compassion for all living beings.

Hope is terrifying, it makes people have scruples, but it is also willing.

Hope is the greatest disaster, because it perpetuates human suffering. - Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

In a world of despair, it is cruel to give people hope.

They were also moved by the sincere and noble admiration in Sappho's poems, their hearts were surging for the pride movement on the other side of the ocean, and their eyes filled with tears when they saw "all men are created equal" in the "Declaration of Independence". What is it like, what kind of rights and freedoms should they have, and hope for it, so they are not fair and want to fight with hope, but the deep-rooted standard concepts for centuries make them feel that they are contrary to morality and ethics, and are disgusted by justice and religion , they cannot even accept their own existence.

The depth of pain one sees is equal to the depth of one's life. - Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

Why do they feel pain and find it unbearable.

Because they know that the lives they deserve are far from being what they deserve, whether they exist in unrooted memories or in illusory constructs.Far from being so cruel, desolate, dark, and cold.

Adam and Eve felt ashamed of their nakedness after eating the forbidden fruit, and all their knowledge, all their good education, and all their wisdom became a source of pain and gave them hope beyond their reach. , only let them mourn for themselves.

If you have been confined in the ultimate dark cell, have never seen the light, and have no desire for the light, you will not be tortured by the hopeless darkness and go crazy.If there had never been hope, there would not have been such despair.

Should I open the window for you, so that you can see the endless night outside the window, or just like this, so that you don’t know the existence of the day, and you don’t have unnecessary hopes, just like this in the eternal night with unfounded conjectures, unwilling But as a matter of course, he lived his life submissively and suppressed without complaining.

Why don't you give us love, don't give us freedom, don't give us anything, but still give us hope and dreams.

When my cup is completely empty, I recognize its emptiness; but when it is half full, I hate it for being half full. ——"Sand and Foam" Gibran

Someday, forgiveness will come.Intolerance will then become as mythical as the massacre of innocent prisoners of war, the burning of widows, and the blind worship of books.It may take 1 years, it may take 10 years.But that day will come, and that day will follow as soon as humanity wins its first true victory in history—over its own fear. ——Pang Long "Tolerance"

Atimeforus,somedaythere'llbeanewworld,aworldofshininghopeforyouandme.

There will be an era where everyone is equally bathed in sunshine and breathes free air.

But how does he know that the future and the future era will be different from the present, and how can he be sure that that era will accommodate them.

If people are at a high enough height, beyond the strife and noise of the world, beyond the narrowness and vulgarity of people's hearts, if people sit on the clouds, they will not see the boundaries between countries, the boundary stones between farms, the barriers and differences between people. The chasm is huge.

It's a pity you can't sit on the cloud. - Gibran "Sand and Foam"

The sound of blood bubbling panicked him, and with a last-ditch effort against the world, he pulled out the oxygen tubes, hoping they would calm down.He felt life and soul being pulled away from his body, and he thought of Yi Lushen.

In his heart, Yi Lushen has turned into a spirit, who will be with him from life to life and will never be separated.

Chengcheng felt that his gradually emptied body was filled with weird and absurd hopes.

The dizziness of blood loss and lack of oxygen for a moment was like a fog, drowning people.

Yi Lushen said to him, Chengcheng, in fact, they could have had a better ending. Li Si didn't have to throw himself into the river, An Lan didn't have to take poison, Huo Mo didn't have to jump off the stairs, and Wu Erfu didn't have to die on the street. Luo Lan can not set himself on fire, Wei Qinzuo can not drink bombs, wait for Joshua to come back and give him an explanation, and then they can still obtain happiness.You could have given them a better ending.

No, that's not the case.Cheng Cheng looked up at Yi Lushen and shook his head.They were born to die, Reese, Homer, Woolf, Lorraine, Wei Qinzuo, Joshua, Goliath, Clement...all the existences you know and don't know, they must die , so that the living would be in agony, so that the really damned people would escape, so that I would not suffer so much.Because the person who really wanted to jump off the stairs, to have his brain crushed by a baseball bat, to walk into a sea of ​​flames, to put a gun down his throat, was actually myself.

What about me?Yi Lushen was still smiling.me too?

Am I also another phantom you concocted in your desperate reality?

Make up someone with you in the dark, make up someone with you in the dark. — Samuel Beckett, Companionship

Chengcheng looked at Yi Lushen sadly, with a look of pity for him or himself, as if he was sadly loving the whole world.

Yes, you have accompanied me out of the desert, accompanied me to escape from the shadows, accompanied me through the loneliness, you are the tossing and turning in my endless night, the comfort in my endless tears, the laughter in my endless singing and crying, you It is my ultimate dream, you are deep in clothes and dew.

In the end the effort was in vain no matter what, and you were as lonely as ever. — Samuel Beckett, Companionship

It is like the emptiness after extreme pleasure, the bewilderment of an addict when he comes back from a lucid dream, the panic of a buried alive when he wakes up in his coffin.That is, the clothes are deep.

You are the first person I choose in my soul, because although you have experienced all the ups and downs, you have never been hurt at all, and you take the abuse and grace of fate with equanimity...Fate can't play with you in the palm of your hand . - Shakespeare's "Hamlet"

Ah, Illusion, the sad thought that makes poets happy, the drug that makes addicts unable to extricate themselves, the mirage that makes lost travelers mad, the desert of faith, the prophet's fascination... I love it so passionately you.

In the sound of death's footsteps, he felt Yilu bent down and touched his cheek, with the smell of rain, mist, fir and orange blossom on his body.

A large area of ​​light and shadow with magnificent and strange colors appeared in front of his eyes, turning into a grotesque picture. It seemed that a huge light source was approaching him. The extreme brightness almost deprived him of his vision. Rolling over, melting him into it, devouring him.

We will meet where there is no darkness. — George Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four

That moment will come.

In this ultimate light, he saw his lover, bending down to him, with a small white orange flower on his lapel.

Chengcheng smiled hard and said, let me live in your heart.

The world can't see me there.

He tried his best to gather his distracted gaze, trying to see Yi Lushen clearly in this last moment.

However, there was no one in the clear field of vision.

Please stay here, stay where you are.

When Faust shouted "It's beautiful, please wait forme.", Mephisto took his soul away.

Chengcheng struggled between reality and illusion, and finally let his sight lose focus, and the face of his lover reappeared bit by bit.All the people emerged one after another.

sorry Sorry.Cheng Cheng numbly said to them over and over again.

Don't apologize.Li Si smiled.I died in the dark black and white of the world, but I lived in the cadenza like a song and dance drama. I faced what you dare not face, and I got what you couldn't get.

Don't apologize.Woolf smiled.Even if the asphalt covers every inch of dirt, and the green grass will eventually break through and sprout, if there's anything to blame it's this fucking fate, not you and me.

Don't apologize.Huo Mo smiled.My flesh and blood splattered at my lover's feet, as if piously holding up the dirt on my feet, I protected my lover in my own way, and I died with dignity with my last hope, even though it was broken.

Don't apologize.Lorraine smiled.Even if some things are dug out from the ground, they will not be corrupted under the eyes of the venom flowing. The iron rods cannot be pried open, and the boulders cannot be crushed. Compared with the thousand-year-old ice, I would rather be burned by fire.

Don't apologize.Wei Qinzuo smiled.The bullet that pierced my head from my mouth and tongue will forever be embedded in Joshua's heart. Death will bridge all gaps. Death will make people perfect. I will be remembered with blood and pain, and I will live forever.

In Chengcheng, so many people have already left.Cheng Cheng, stay here.Yilu smiled deeply and looked at him deeply, deeply.

Love dispels the fear and darkness of death, the stormy clouds are gone, and the morning stars are twinkling.Light always wins. — Ibsen, "Catiline"

Chengcheng didn't speak, just smiled sadly, looking at him, at them, and at himself.

You have dispelled the dreary night, and my heart is at peace.You have conquered all darkness with your love. — Ibsen, "Catiline"

This is the evening sun, but we take it for the dawn light. - Victor Hugo, Notre Dame de Paris

Farewell, gentlemen, farewell to my youth among you.Not just yesterday, we met in a dream. - Gibran "The Prophet"

Don't forget, I'm coming back to you again. - Gibran "The Prophet"

The clothes are deep.Chengcheng called his lover's name.If there is anyone among you who can carry on this life in my place, I hope it will be you.

Because you always have love in your heart, and love is stronger than death. -Oscar Wilde, The Ghost of Canterwell

Life is weaker than death, and death is weaker than love. —— Gibran, "The Bed of the Bridegroom"

You are so clear and beautiful, the wind and frost of the world have never stained your face, the sword of words has never been harsh on your soul, and the alienation of human feelings has never made your heart cold, you are still as gentle and gentle as when you were born Treat the whole world with kindness, love the whole world with tenderness.

I gave you a pair of eyes, you want to see the world's forests, stars, oceans and flowers, you have a pair of ears, you want to listen to their singing.

I am used to listening to the howling of mountains and forests, and the gurgling of streams.My soul is as calm and bright as mountains in the sun. - Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

My life is so sad, full of regrets, only one thing I have a clear conscience, I am always in love, I love this world, but it is not as great as loving you.

I loved you in the name of life, I will love you in the name of death. - Gibran "The Broken Wing"

I hope you can use your eyes to see the world for me, use your ears to hear the world for me, and use your heart to sympathize with and love the world for me.Do all my unfulfilled wishes, do all the things I haven't had time to do.

But don't drink, don't fall, and don't say you love me.

Only love and death change everything. - Gibran "Sand and Foam"

The author has something to say:

It is recommended to eat with atimeforus, so many years ago, the movie episode of Romeo and Juliet, whose lyrics are still tear-jerking.When the melody was high, I couldn't help crying.

I also recommend boulevard of broken dreams, not greenday, it was sung by Leslie Cheung, MaryAnne Faithful also sang it, I don’t know who is ahead, each has its own merits, my brother’s voice is mellow and melancholy, Maryanne’s smoky voice is hoarse and vicissitudes, like the emptiness after a hangover.Although I have been listening to it before, I still remember that during the summer vacation in high school, I was on the streets of a foreign country, in the wet and cold winter, the lights were blurred, completely strange, and I was at a loss for no reason, as if in an upside-down dream.

Youlaughtonnightandcrytomorrow. Laughter tonight, cry tomorrow.

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The joy you find here, you borrow, the joy you find here, are all vain.

youcannotkeepitlongitseems.

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Here is where you'll always find me, always walking up and down.

But I'veleftmesoulbehindmeinanoldcathedraltown.

It is said that Maryanne became famous when she was a teenager, her singing voice was as sweet as her face, but then she got drunk, took drugs, and when she came back again, her sweet voice no longer existed, her decadent voice made me think of the relationship between people Separation and indifference remind me of Carson McCullers' "Song of the Sad Cafe" and "The Heart is a Lonely Hunter". I was too young when I read these two books, which made me very sad. Already blurred, but have been reluctant to re-watch.

Maryanne has a strangeweather, I like it very much, a little depressing, I listened to this song in the fourth day of junior high school, and conceived a story of sunshine and fog, an old castle deep in the forest, and an ancient family whose blood can be traced back to mythology. Two girls competed for the same lover, were jealous of each other, hurt each other, and finally found out that they loved each other deeply. At that time, they wanted to write a picture of the composition, but they didn't know what to do, so they put it on hold. It seems to coincide with this story, and I dare not write it again, because it is really not a happy ending.

In the end, the story and life are nothing.

When once again wear strangers, and the fog comes rolling in.

All over the world, strangers talk only about the weather, all over the world disthesame.

The story of "Twin Cities" is finished. In fact, it should not be considered a story. The high school was written upside down, and there were problems with the connection in many places. I plan to revise it slowly to make it more reasonable, but probably my thinking at that time was chaotic. .Many places now seem to be moaning without illness, and the embarrassment of the second year is almost committed. It is really hard to endure the embarrassment to keep the embarrassing words from that time.Because now I don't have the ability to write well. Even if the rhetoric was exaggerated and incoherent at that time, it was still far better than what I write now.Some people's life is constantly enriched. The books I have read and the experiences I have experienced are all adding to the thickness of life. In the past, I did not read many books, experienced many things, and did not go to many places. , but far richer than I am now, when I was thinking, and now I feel that my life is getting more and more barren.

Oh, by the way, we are here in the fifth year of primary school, the fourth year of middle school, and I used to think that it was the May Fourth system. Only when I went to university did I realize that most places are in the June [-]rd system...