The fallen leaves are empty on the mountain, and the cold branches are picked up.In this waning autumn afternoon, picking up a bunch of sunshine, reading a few volumes of poetry and books, the days are completely forgotten.After going through the long years of mountains and rivers, I thought that the world has long been changed beyond recognition, and many unreasonable flavors have arisen.It turns out that there is a kind of time called compassion, because it understands how difficult it is for a person to go from the beginning to the end in this narrow human theater.So it is so generous, so that we who have tasted all the fireworks still have a heart like pear blossoms like snow.

The music returns to the courtyard, and the lights come down to the balcony.The Republic of China is a drama that has been dispersed. The story of the alluring city that used to be full of gongs and drums has long been submerged in the wind and dust, and its whereabouts are unknown.The woman who was thrown away by time came out slowly from the alley in the past.She wore a plain brocade cheongsam, traveled through the smog and rain of the Republic of China, and walked through the cycle of seasons. What was scattered all over the ground was a cool memory like mint. I like Eileen Chang, and I like someone without any reason or cause and effect.

I like her lonely self-admiration when she was young, her infatuation after encountering love, and her solitary life in her late life.It is such a woman who, in the turbulent Shanghai Bund, danced to the full of the light of the bright moon without any effort.After several ups and downs, looking back at the past, she finally chose to turn around gorgeously and go away to the end of the world.As pure as her, as cold and arrogant as her, she never falls in love with someone easily, and never disappoints someone easily. There were many men in the Republic of China like sparks, but there was such a ruthless one that lit up Eileen Chang.The encounter in life is such a beautiful thing, but we always have to play an affectionate and ruthless role for beauty.Hu Lancheng can forget the promise of a lifetime with just a cup of tea, but Zhang Ailing has to be responsible for a love to the end.She lowered herself into the dust for him, and blossomed in the dust.This flower bloomed at the wrong time. At the moment when he turned his back, she was willing to wither alone.

Afterwards, Zhang Ailing also encountered a fate, the director named Sang Hu gave her a breezy reunion.It's just that she doesn't want to lower her eyebrows and lower her sleeves for Qiongqiu anymore.Later, she met another foreign love, and an old man named Lai Ya, holding hands with each other for eleven years.But the world of mortals, after all, could not afford the security in this world she wanted.Maybe love must hurt you so much that you can see clearly. Hu Lancheng said that Zhang Ailing was a person who took pictures of flowers near the water in the world of the Republic of China.She doesn't need to experience many things in the world, everything in this era will negotiate with her.She is not beautiful, but she can be charming in any posture.It was this legendary woman who had a lifetime relationship with the moon, was born on a full moon day, and died on a full moon day.The moon of the Republic of China has long since sunk, but her story will never end.

In this eccentric world, no one can live a smooth life.But I always believe that those who have gone through the smoke and rain of Pinghu, the mountains and rivers of the years, and those who have gone through all kinds of disasters and tasted all kinds of flavors will be more vivid and clean.Time is always a bystander, and all the process and results need to be borne by ourselves. There used to be Zhang Ailing in the world, and there was only Zhang Ailing in the world, but this person has long been separated by time and space.Even if we run out of people, we will never meet them again.Because she only has one life, she will not be reincarnated, nor will she be attached to someone or something.But we will always remember this cherished woman, this immortal soul.So, if you look for her, she is here; if you don't look for her, she is also here.

The water is cold and the river is quiet, the moon and stars are sparse.Before the show ended, I actually shed tears.Maybe we should all have a kind heart, regard this life as our last, wait at the intersection of fate, and respect every hard-won relationship.You know, among thousands of people, how many years of fate will it take to meet the person you want to meet! Time is boundless, gathering and parting sometimes.Because you understand, you are compassionate.