⥠Hao Youhua
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Heart sounds and broken piano sounds played an incomprehensible piece of music under the rain, singing about the gift of life as a mother-in-law.
On such a rainy night, you left quietly without any reason, leaving behind a series of difficult puzzles, helplessness, paleness and loneliness. Maybe after a period of time, no one will remember you anymore, and no one will remember you. You are just a grain of sand in this world. If you put it in the sea, you canât find the trace of life. . What can you do if you forget or not forget? ? You can give them nothing but heartache for your loved ones. Life is sometimes so fragile and not worth mentioning.
In my memory, you have a pair of innocent eyes, without any earthly dust, always staying at the age of dreams. Who would have thought that you would leave so hastily tonight, leaving not a single word behind, but only the unspeakable words of your loved ones and the speculations of the world. Your soul will return to your hometown, half-sad and half-lonely, divided into right and wrong. Not clear about right and wrong.
Under the rain, a fragile life cannot withstand a little bit of tossing. Your ears are filled with pain and you cannot hear the sound of happiness; you cannot hear the raindrops singing and dancing happily on the earth; you cannot hear your little daughter. The young voice called father for the first time - that sacred word. You forgot all your closest relatives, including yourself .
Once upon a time, you also laughed at others like a fool. Now, you are like a fool, using selfishness to draw a happy ending to your life, on such a lonely rainy night.
Are you the same as me? At the same point in time, you met the wrong person, or chose a way to escape because of life, work, or some unspeakable helplessness? In fact, puts it plainly: No matter what the reason is, it is because your acting skills are not enough. Who humbled the promise, indulged in loneliness, and lost himself ?
Heart sounds, broken piano sounds, drinking alone under the rain? The rain is still falling.
If there was more care and less indifference in the world, would your destiny be tampered with? If the sun comes out tomorrow, will the rain burn the memory of tonight and pay homage to your remaining beauty? At this moment, the drizzle is falling outside the cold window, who is in the mood? Whose tears are flying?
About the author : Hao Youhua, whose pen name is Bingpan (Bai Hao), likes writing, and his articles are often published on radio stations. The 1993 prose "Poetess and the Smell of Tobacco" won the second prize in the Lu Xun Literary Creation Annual Conference Invitational Competition. In 1996, the name of a local cultural figure was included in the "Baiyin District Local Chronicles". My favorite sentence It is: The poet is ruthless and writes it by himself. Even if a lonely soul has tears, it is difficult to express them!
