Chapter 2 Linshui Zhaohua
Neither one step too early nor one step too late, just happened to catch up, so there is nothing else to say, only to ask softly: "Oh, are you here too?"
Allure of the moonlight.This is Shanghai Beach, a city full of legends.How many people, in this human theater full of temptations, insist on directing joys and sorrows.From prosperity and splendor to loneliness and depression, it only takes a few years to spend.The seasons change, the waves are ups and downs, some people want to remember but are forgotten, some people want to forget but always remember.Tonight, I don’t know that the old dream of the sea that has been sleeping for many years will be awakened by a hurried passerby. It was only later that I learned that those who have promised forever will part ways one day; those who have promised never to meet will meet unexpectedly one day.The river of fate, drifting calmly, has never been something you and I can grasp.Zhang Ailing once said: When you meet the person you want to meet among thousands of people, in the thousands of years, in the boundless wilderness of time, you are neither a step too early nor a step too late. There is nothing to say, only to ask softly: "Oh, are you here too?" are you here tooWho has ever been lucky enough to be stopped by this tactful inquiry, who is about to go on a long journey.In the trance of happiness, make a short stay.I thought that this stunningly talented woman who had gone through the misty rain of the Republic of China did not need to be attached to anyone on the road of emotion.But in the hustle and bustle of people, she turned around and looked back because of a strange figure from behind.She is a secular woman after all, longing for someone who can fill her desolate heart with warmth, and spend her whole life with him. Regarding Zhang Ailing, perhaps her story is full of psychedelic, so many people can't really understand it.But her name is well known.When thinking of her, I can't forget that black and white photo that has been dusty for many years.Wearing an old-colored but gorgeous cheongsam, with his noble head held high, he looks at the mortal world with aloofness and indifference.So disdainful, so irrelevant to sorrow and joy.She is beautiful, with extreme brilliance and firm loneliness.It is impossible for her to be an ordinary and mediocre woman. When she had never met love, she knew that love was a game. As smart as she was, she could only be an outsider, unable to truly know the situation inside the game.When she sailed through thousands of sails and arrived at the long-lost ferry, she didn't know that the fleeting years had changed, and the mountains and rivers had already changed.Knowing that moths are flying into the flames, she still pampered herself recklessly, until at the most splendid moment, she turned into ashes and turned into a cloud of residual snow, and she finally gave up. 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.Yes, Eileen Chang is a spiritual woman, her words seem to know the world, but her experience is very shallow.She doesn't need to go deep into the world of mortals, everything in this era will come to negotiate with her.She doesn't want to be a legend, but she is already a legend.Zhang Ailing's talent is innate, so she will bloom and wither at the right time. There is no plant in the world that can match her, including the herb called lovage.But she said: "When I met him, she became very low, very low, as low as the dust. But her heart was happy, and flowers bloomed from the dust." Such affectionate words, not to mention suave and romantic Hu Lancheng, even any ordinary man, would bow down to her.But Zhang Ailing at that time was only showing off for Hu Lancheng.It's not that she is infatuated with her eyes, but that she needs an extraordinary love to dress up her youth.When you sink, you are also awake. So, Hu Lancheng became the lucky person who appreciates the flowers.He also really fell in love, because Zhang Ailing was an unexpected surprise in his life, a gift of destiny.In Hu Lancheng's life, he met countless women. He knelt down under their skirts with the most flamboyant posture, and finally got his wish.But Zhang Ailing is the only legend, and also a love debt that he can't repay in his whole life. At the beginning, Hu Lancheng wrote the words "May the years be peaceful and the present world be stable", and made a promise of "Fellow practitioners live together, have the same destiny and the same vision, see and know the same".But the person in front of him is still youthful, but his situation has changed.It's not forgetting, but the mountains and rivers are far away on the road of mortals, and he needs too many scenery to accompany him.Just imagine now, if Hu Languo really keeps his promise and is willing to live a peaceful life with Zhang Ailing, can Zhang Ailing really be entangled like a vine and never leave? It's hard to imagine how such a woman who is cold, arrogant and alienated in her bones can treat every flower, every grass, every dust and dust with such integrity and affection.Hu Lancheng also said that Zhang Ailing is a ruthless person.In Zhang Ailing, the feelings that he believed to be appropriate were not appropriate.But is Zhang Ailing really ruthless?Perhaps in the bottom of her heart, there are many kinds of emotions. Some loves are good to get along with each other; some loves need to grind themselves, boil and drink with the years before they are willing to give up. It's not that Zhang Ailing is ruthless, but that among thousands of people, she met that person by mistake.Hu Lancheng's betrayal made her feel that the spring water faded and the mountains and rivers changed; she felt that love was punishment and boredom.So when she realized that everything was irreversible, she made an alluring turn.And that self-righteous man thought she would guard that old apartment and wait for him until the new moon turned round.Don't you know that there are all kinds of cheongsams in the closet, the old songs on the phonograph are still spinning repeatedly, and people have indulged in the world. Zhang Ailing said that after loving, the heart is as clean as being washed by water.Hu Lancheng's betrayal really made her sad, but she still said calmly: "If I have to leave you, I won't commit suicide, and I won't love others. I will just wither away." Your heart is like an unfathomable lake.Although people throw stones and ask for directions, they are quiet and peaceful, and the waves are not disturbed. From then on, it is mediocrity, it is shocking, it is gorgeous, it is abject, and it has nothing to do with people.The kind of firework love where flowers bloom together and watch the sunset quietly has long been disdainful.To leave home is to live without love and hatred; to live alone is to be silently forgotten.So later, she chose to hold hands with a foreign old man who was over 60 years old for no reason, which is also worthy of forgiveness.It's not that she doesn't want to wither, but that the flowers are scattered and need a process of hundreds of turns. Whether you are happy or not is not important.Whether you can reach the end is also meaningless.When she vowed to renounce Hongchen, she planned to never go back.The prominent family background, the declining nobles, and the glorious past have all become duckweeds.Those who have tried their best to calculate their own endings have actually been calculated by fate long ago.It's better to be a mediocre person and let the world go through the vicissitudes of life. I will be calm and painless. Life should be so simple and unpretentious. It is time that has influenced us too much, which gave us the courage to wander the rivers and lakes, and gave us the determination to travel all over the rivers and mountains.However, the years will not forgive after all, and the mountains and rivers you have gone through will be repaid overnight.Many times, I think that happiness is within reach, but it is outside the window of dawn, and I need to wait until the dawn when the morning glow breaks through before I can knock on the door knocker. When she was young, she wrote such a sentence: "Life is a gorgeous robe, covered with fleas." What kind of clear woman should be able to understand so clearly.It seems that she is really a genius girl, who can tell her fate and divination about past and present lives.She understands that life has never been Tang poetry and Song poetry, nor Yangchun Baixue.So one day, if you encounter all kinds of misfortunes, it is really normal.To her, the world is nothing but a cheongsam that covers her body, once it is taken off, it is nothing. Her words are like a gorgeous and cold sword, and she is the person who shines on the water, swinging her sword gracefully, can dance the splendor of falling flowers, and can also smash the light of the bright moon.If it is said that she once entered the sea of flowers by mistake, it was to complete a colorful flower event.In such a hasty journey, a meeting that suddenly looks back is just a momentary photo.It's not that she turned around too quickly, but that no one is worth her waiting until late. It is that thousands of rivers and mountains pass by, and it is that spring breeze that delays a lifetime.Although the world is still sharp, she is fearless. When there is nothing to remember, worrying is superfluous.The heart is like the night rain washing away the dust, it is really clean.She let herself die alone in the world, and lived until she had chicken skin and white hair, until she forgot what she looked like back then, even her first and last name.How thorough, only Eileen Chang can be so solitary and alone, different from the common customs. On that full moon night sixteen years ago, she fell into a deep sleep and never woke up again.That night, there was silence, as if the sound of dust falling to the ground could be heard.Many people are guessing where Zhang Ailing went and what she became after she was reincarnated.But I still believe that no creature can replace her.Such a woman does not need an afterlife at all, one life is enough. All sentient beings are sentient beings, and all sentient beings are in the past.May it be plain at this time, if it was brilliant at that time.Only by truly owning it can you live up to your lifetime.The wind and the clouds are turning, and it is the Qingqiu season.Maybe we should really believe that the woman named Zhang Ailing, wearing a gorgeous cheongsam, walked towards us gracefully through the smoke and rain of the Republic of China and through the long alleys of old Shanghai.
Allure of the moonlight.This is Shanghai Beach, a city full of legends.How many people, in this human theater full of temptations, insist on directing joys and sorrows.From prosperity and splendor to loneliness and depression, it only takes a few years to spend.The seasons change, the waves are ups and downs, some people want to remember but are forgotten, some people want to forget but always remember.Tonight, I don’t know that the old dream of the sea that has been sleeping for many years will be awakened by a hurried passerby. It was only later that I learned that those who have promised forever will part ways one day; those who have promised never to meet will meet unexpectedly one day.The river of fate, drifting calmly, has never been something you and I can grasp.Zhang Ailing once said: When you meet the person you want to meet among thousands of people, in the thousands of years, in the boundless wilderness of time, you are neither a step too early nor a step too late. There is nothing to say, only to ask softly: "Oh, are you here too?" are you here tooWho has ever been lucky enough to be stopped by this tactful inquiry, who is about to go on a long journey.In the trance of happiness, make a short stay.I thought that this stunningly talented woman who had gone through the misty rain of the Republic of China did not need to be attached to anyone on the road of emotion.But in the hustle and bustle of people, she turned around and looked back because of a strange figure from behind.She is a secular woman after all, longing for someone who can fill her desolate heart with warmth, and spend her whole life with him. Regarding Zhang Ailing, perhaps her story is full of psychedelic, so many people can't really understand it.But her name is well known.When thinking of her, I can't forget that black and white photo that has been dusty for many years.Wearing an old-colored but gorgeous cheongsam, with his noble head held high, he looks at the mortal world with aloofness and indifference.So disdainful, so irrelevant to sorrow and joy.She is beautiful, with extreme brilliance and firm loneliness.It is impossible for her to be an ordinary and mediocre woman. When she had never met love, she knew that love was a game. As smart as she was, she could only be an outsider, unable to truly know the situation inside the game.When she sailed through thousands of sails and arrived at the long-lost ferry, she didn't know that the fleeting years had changed, and the mountains and rivers had already changed.Knowing that moths are flying into the flames, she still pampered herself recklessly, until at the most splendid moment, she turned into ashes and turned into a cloud of residual snow, and she finally gave up. 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.Yes, Eileen Chang is a spiritual woman, her words seem to know the world, but her experience is very shallow.She doesn't need to go deep into the world of mortals, everything in this era will come to negotiate with her.She doesn't want to be a legend, but she is already a legend.Zhang Ailing's talent is innate, so she will bloom and wither at the right time. There is no plant in the world that can match her, including the herb called lovage.But she said: "When I met him, she became very low, very low, as low as the dust. But her heart was happy, and flowers bloomed from the dust." Such affectionate words, not to mention suave and romantic Hu Lancheng, even any ordinary man, would bow down to her.But Zhang Ailing at that time was only showing off for Hu Lancheng.It's not that she is infatuated with her eyes, but that she needs an extraordinary love to dress up her youth.When you sink, you are also awake. So, Hu Lancheng became the lucky person who appreciates the flowers.He also really fell in love, because Zhang Ailing was an unexpected surprise in his life, a gift of destiny.In Hu Lancheng's life, he met countless women. He knelt down under their skirts with the most flamboyant posture, and finally got his wish.But Zhang Ailing is the only legend, and also a love debt that he can't repay in his whole life. At the beginning, Hu Lancheng wrote the words "May the years be peaceful and the present world be stable", and made a promise of "Fellow practitioners live together, have the same destiny and the same vision, see and know the same".But the person in front of him is still youthful, but his situation has changed.It's not forgetting, but the mountains and rivers are far away on the road of mortals, and he needs too many scenery to accompany him.Just imagine now, if Hu Languo really keeps his promise and is willing to live a peaceful life with Zhang Ailing, can Zhang Ailing really be entangled like a vine and never leave? It's hard to imagine how such a woman who is cold, arrogant and alienated in her bones can treat every flower, every grass, every dust and dust with such integrity and affection.Hu Lancheng also said that Zhang Ailing is a ruthless person.In Zhang Ailing, the feelings that he believed to be appropriate were not appropriate.But is Zhang Ailing really ruthless?Perhaps in the bottom of her heart, there are many kinds of emotions. Some loves are good to get along with each other; some loves need to grind themselves, boil and drink with the years before they are willing to give up. It's not that Zhang Ailing is ruthless, but that among thousands of people, she met that person by mistake.Hu Lancheng's betrayal made her feel that the spring water faded and the mountains and rivers changed; she felt that love was punishment and boredom.So when she realized that everything was irreversible, she made an alluring turn.And that self-righteous man thought she would guard that old apartment and wait for him until the new moon turned round.Don't you know that there are all kinds of cheongsams in the closet, the old songs on the phonograph are still spinning repeatedly, and people have indulged in the world. Zhang Ailing said that after loving, the heart is as clean as being washed by water.Hu Lancheng's betrayal really made her sad, but she still said calmly: "If I have to leave you, I won't commit suicide, and I won't love others. I will just wither away." Your heart is like an unfathomable lake.Although people throw stones and ask for directions, they are quiet and peaceful, and the waves are not disturbed. From then on, it is mediocrity, it is shocking, it is gorgeous, it is abject, and it has nothing to do with people.The kind of firework love where flowers bloom together and watch the sunset quietly has long been disdainful.To leave home is to live without love and hatred; to live alone is to be silently forgotten.So later, she chose to hold hands with a foreign old man who was over 60 years old for no reason, which is also worthy of forgiveness.It's not that she doesn't want to wither, but that the flowers are scattered and need a process of hundreds of turns. Whether you are happy or not is not important.Whether you can reach the end is also meaningless.When she vowed to renounce Hongchen, she planned to never go back.The prominent family background, the declining nobles, and the glorious past have all become duckweeds.Those who have tried their best to calculate their own endings have actually been calculated by fate long ago.It's better to be a mediocre person and let the world go through the vicissitudes of life. I will be calm and painless. Life should be so simple and unpretentious. It is time that has influenced us too much, which gave us the courage to wander the rivers and lakes, and gave us the determination to travel all over the rivers and mountains.However, the years will not forgive after all, and the mountains and rivers you have gone through will be repaid overnight.Many times, I think that happiness is within reach, but it is outside the window of dawn, and I need to wait until the dawn when the morning glow breaks through before I can knock on the door knocker. When she was young, she wrote such a sentence: "Life is a gorgeous robe, covered with fleas." What kind of clear woman should be able to understand so clearly.It seems that she is really a genius girl, who can tell her fate and divination about past and present lives.She understands that life has never been Tang poetry and Song poetry, nor Yangchun Baixue.So one day, if you encounter all kinds of misfortunes, it is really normal.To her, the world is nothing but a cheongsam that covers her body, once it is taken off, it is nothing. Her words are like a gorgeous and cold sword, and she is the person who shines on the water, swinging her sword gracefully, can dance the splendor of falling flowers, and can also smash the light of the bright moon.If it is said that she once entered the sea of flowers by mistake, it was to complete a colorful flower event.In such a hasty journey, a meeting that suddenly looks back is just a momentary photo.It's not that she turned around too quickly, but that no one is worth her waiting until late. It is that thousands of rivers and mountains pass by, and it is that spring breeze that delays a lifetime.Although the world is still sharp, she is fearless. When there is nothing to remember, worrying is superfluous.The heart is like the night rain washing away the dust, it is really clean.She let herself die alone in the world, and lived until she had chicken skin and white hair, until she forgot what she looked like back then, even her first and last name.How thorough, only Eileen Chang can be so solitary and alone, different from the common customs. On that full moon night sixteen years ago, she fell into a deep sleep and never woke up again.That night, there was silence, as if the sound of dust falling to the ground could be heard.Many people are guessing where Zhang Ailing went and what she became after she was reincarnated.But I still believe that no creature can replace her.Such a woman does not need an afterlife at all, one life is enough. All sentient beings are sentient beings, and all sentient beings are in the past.May it be plain at this time, if it was brilliant at that time.Only by truly owning it can you live up to your lifetime.The wind and the clouds are turning, and it is the Qingqiu season.Maybe we should really believe that the woman named Zhang Ailing, wearing a gorgeous cheongsam, walked towards us gracefully through the smoke and rain of the Republic of China and through the long alleys of old Shanghai.