Perhaps, when we see this sentence, we will have a feeling of losing beauty in our hearts, a sigh of sudden loss of beauty. Beauty to the extreme is the beginning of decline. It is as difficult for us to find beauty as it is for us to find lost time. We can't stop the face from falling.
Naturally, we think of women because of flowers. The same is true of women in Zhang Ailing's works. They are running in the war in cheongsam, and the dancing skirt fork reveals a unique romantic feeling. A woman is like a flower, but also like a wild flower walking through the rain in the Qiang forest, which leads to the flowers dying in the war. Make-up, after all, is not as good as the knife carving of the years, leaving traces of joys and sorrows on young and fair skin. Once' exclusive romance', once absolute beauty, in the heyday of the moment, is bound to decline. Women are like matches. The most brilliant moment of their burning is the beginning of turning to ashes. Time passed, and finally the outline was old.
At the age of seventeen, he reached his peak. I was suddenly afraid that it would flourish and wither like flowers and women, and the train of fate roared away, leaving deep ruts.
I am like a helpless crying child, lying in the river of years, watching life leave but unable to move.
Annie said, "Life is an illusion!" I always thought I was a real flesh-and-blood existence.
The sonorous footsteps of life leaving are deafening. We can't stop it from leaving.
We stopped to watch, we looked at the fire on the other side, and inadvertently found ourselves on fire. The fire is all over the sky, illuminating the dust and past of life. The flame dances wildly and growls, revealing the most primitive passion of life!