August 16, the late train at 6: 00 a.m. and the sudden rain are the beginning for me to walk towards you. Beijing embraced me with sunshine.
First meeting
After three o'clock, I came to Gate 7 in a daze and saw that everyone had gathered. I started to panic with the red heart-shaped pillow I wanted to give you, and my legs were weak, because only then did I really feel like dreaming of seeing you. When you really got off the bus, I didn't even know how those steps passed. I stand on your left and can smell your faint perfume. It's fresh and delicious. I can vaguely see your shallow dark circles. I see your side face, fine jaw lines and good skin. I'm a little silly. I put the pillow in your hand. I'm afraid you don't want it. I told you softly that I knitted it myself and must accept it! My voice is trembling and tense. Everyone fills your hands with letters, cards and gifts. Your gentle smile, say thank you to everyone over and over again. Soft voice blows into my heart like warm wind, and stirs my heartstrings. The voice is irresistible to your affinity, as soft as a girl. You walk slowly in the crowd, and I look at your back. A bony ankle was exposed under a small white trouser leg. When people put special fans and hand racks on your arms full of gifts, you crouched down slightly, entered the door, heard everyone's voices, turned around, smiled and repeated the soft thank you. My heart is racing. I think I just touched your wrist. Thin and cold. I can't be calm for a long time, my hands are shaking and my heart is about to jump out of my throat. I said to myself: Lu Jiajia, see you tonight.
love letter
The first day, I went in early. The exhibition boards and flowers in the hall are very beautiful. I checked in with trepidation and walked into the theater. I really want to see the stage. It was my first time to see a play in 20 years. I walked on the steps a little barefoot. I sat in the chair and compared the middle position. I looked at the stage that had been arranged. I recorded this picture with my mobile phone as usual. At the end of the opening ceremony, the theater rings the bell and plays the matters needing attention. At half past seven, the lights dimmed and two big boxes were pushed up. You played with Mr. Wang, not to mention Mr. Sun's lines. You sit there reading, and the quiet and beautiful appearance makes people laugh when they see the corners of their mouths. Thirteen-year-old Lu Jiajia and Zhang Mingliang met because of a disobedient football. At that time, they wrote each other the first small note. You raised your head slightly with a delicate little expression, and your tone between the lines captured the pride of a thirteen-year-old girl. Young Zhang Mingliang Road Jia Jia plays with each other on New Year's Eve and wishes each other a happy New Year. I watched you throw snowflakes on the stage. The next second is a heavy turning point, and your mood adjusts quickly. The tone is sad and sad. I looked at Zhang Mingliang patting her chest and assured her that she would give Liu Jiajia the feeling of being at home in Beijing. Looking at Liu Jiajia being kicked in the nose by Zhang Mingliang's football, she turned around and sobbed. Your fake crying makes me feel like a wronged girl and makes people want to hold her in their arms. Zhang Mingliang's shy and stumbling confession, Liu Jiajia grabbed the red scarf on her chest and staggered her eyes. This is a teenager's exclusive heart. They are flying kites in the Temple of Heaven in Beijing. The way you waved to the second floor was full of girlish joy. Lu Jiajia and Zhang Mingliang lie head-to-head on the grass, looking at the sky. You are waving your arms. Zhang Mingliang suddenly grabbed Lu Jiajia's wrist, pulled her closer and touched her head. Your modal particles are full of girls' shyness. When Zhang Mingliang asked Lu Jiajia if she liked herself, Lu Jiajia said, "I don't hate you. I like you best in Beijing except my father. " Let me move. The feelings of young Zhang Mingliang and Lu Jiajia filled my heart with sunshine like a honey pot, which made people yearn for the simplicity and purity of their school days. The story goes quickly, and things that are too smooth in the world are hard to arouse people's appetite, which makes feelings even more rare. From Beijing to Guangzhou, Zhang Mingliang sent 30 stamps to Lu Jiajia. He said hopefully that when the stamps are used up, Jia Jia and I will definitely meet. Lu Jiajia replied that she couldn't wait to put all the stamps on at once. They were eager to meet, but they didn't meet again until 22 years later. The United States and China are separated by the sea. They live in different environments and experience different things. Their correspondence is running out and they are all running for their lives. The sudden marriage of Lu Jiajia hurt Zhang Mingliang's heart, just like when Lu Jiajia married a boy in high school, Zhang Mingliang bowed his head and sighed. Lu Jiajia really doesn't know much about true love. Is she scum? I think Zha is right, but Lu Jiajia has never forgotten Zhang Mingliang, and her choice is also driven by the changes of her family and her environment. Zhang Mingliang has always loved Lu Jiajia, but it was also at that time that he established his own family. A plot that touched me very much was the 9 1 1 incident. Zhang Mingliang is worried about Lu Jiajia in new york. I was deeply impressed by Mr. Sun Qiang's stage performance and lines. When the stage lights were "chaotic" and the tense music sounded, Mr. Sun ran onto the stage trembling and said his lines. Every word of Zhang Mingliang made me feel uneasy, and my heart beat faster. When Mr. Sun Qiang stood up, when the echo echoed in the theater, my tears almost flowed out uncontrollably. In contrast, Mr. Zhou's expressive force in the story of Wenchuan earthquake is slightly weak, and of course he also shows Lu Jiajia's fear, but his appeal is less. (it is also understandable. We performed a play sweetly for the first time. In addition to the ending, there is a plot that has to be mentioned, which is also a very worrying plot. That is, 22 years later, Lu Jiajia returned to China alone and was reunited with Zhang Mingliang, who had already married. Zhang Mingliang is holding a bunch of bright red roses, and Lu Jiajia is holding a laptop for him. The opening is simple. Hello. Twenty-two years, Zhang Mingliang has been waiting for this day for twenty-two years. He held Lu Jiajia's hand and said, I just want to hold your hand and don't want to let go. Don't go too far, Lu Jiajia. At the moment, she is alone. She loves Zhang Mingliang, but she is more rational. She kept saying, Brett, this is wrong. We can't, we can't. When Zhang Mingliang wanted to spend even one day with her with a little stubbornness and madness, dragging her hand, Lu Jiajia's footsteps were heavy, just a few steps. She stood still and let go of his hand. Zhang Mingliang turned his head in surprise. She said, not that I want to, but that we can't. She wants him to live his life, and she doesn't want him to ruin it. He just wants to make her happy. At that moment, Zhang Mingliang didn't care about right or wrong. He just wants to be with her. They walked cruelly to both sides of the stage. Finally, she threw the flowers in her hand on the ground. He left the computer and they ran to each other. Zhang Mingliang picked up Lu Jiajia and hugged her tightly. They can't wait to rub each other into their own blood. They stroked each other's hair over and over again and hugged each other. They have been waiting for this moment for too long. Even if this moment is not recognized by morality, I am willing to stubbornly cry for it. After all, they all keep each other's most important things in their hearts. Reunion is also the next parting. Zhang Mingliang still wants to go back to her own life, and Lu Jiajia also wants to go back to the United States to deal with her ex-husband. They still keep in touch, but this time for ever. When Lu Jiajia was infected with the disease and Zhang Mingliang wanted to visit her in the United States, she just faltered and was busy with her work. At this time, it was obvious that Mr. Zhou's lines revealed weakness and trembling, and his breathing was mixed with sobs. She didn't want him to see her like this. On her deathbed, she only took a letter from Zhang Mingliang. She was lying in a hospital bed, wearing a white striped hospital gown and covered with a white cloth, weakly saying the last monologue. I read the poem Zhang Mingliang once read to her, "The blue sea is foggy/the solitary sail is shining with white light/what is it looking for in a distant foreign land/what is it leaving at home ..." Finally, she said, "We pull the hook". She finally left Zhang Mingliang, and they never met again. Teacher Sun walked to the center of the stage, full of tears, and slowly said his lines: "When I think of you, my heart hurts. This kind of pain is real, I know you are still there. " He finally said helplessly, Jiajia, if you are in the sky, just look at me.
At this point, the story of Zhang Mingliang and Lu Jiajia spanning several decades has come to an end.
Many people say that this script has three incorrect views, Lu Jiajia is a scum and so on. Of course, from its point of view, it can't be said that it is correct. Lu Jiajia is slag-free and all wrong. They have experienced a lot, missed, reunited and separated. Their stories all bear the unique brand of that era, and their choices are influenced by the times and environment to some extent. Their stories at each stage touched their hearts more or less.
Thank you very much to Mr. Sun and Mr. Zhou for bringing such a wonderful performance. Their performance at the curtain call was worthy of applause and applause. Every time they put their hands together, they bow 90 degrees as much as possible, which is very touching.
individually
After 9 o'clock, everyone rushed to gate 7 and waited on time. When you put on makeup, you brought a bright star to the night. Although you are tired, you still look at your child with a smile. Listening to the songs that everyone sings for you every day, you are moved. You said thank you to everyone, and you took the letters from everyone. You got on the bus, waved to everyone and urged everyone to go home. The night of Tanabata is bound to impress me, and I will explain it to you, but everyone is still waiting for you at the main entrance, watching the people coming and going at the door, standing stubbornly at the door, squatting on the steps, waiting for the moonlight on Tanabata for you. I didn't wait for you at last, only a few minutes away. When I took the last bus, I saw the photos of you walking out of the gate sent by everyone in the group. You told everyone that Tanabata was happy, and you did. You are still so sweet, everyone accompanied you to spend Tanabata, and I passed you by, let me remember that night.
The charm of drama is probably the uncertainty of each scene. Your acting skills are improving little by little, and your cooperation with Mr. Sun is becoming more and more tacit. Your mood is getting better and better, and your lines are getting more and more stable. I am very lucky to see the improved Beijing market and meet you who are so excellent and successful.
Every time I meet you, it seems to be full of the sweetness of love. There is affection and tenderness in your eyes, tenderness and freshness in your words, candy wrapped in honey and summer breeze. The starlight shines everywhere you see.
Sitting on the train home, like a child who lost his beloved toy, I can't help but feel sad when I look at your photo. That's probably how it feels to be lovelorn.
I went back to my life and recalled my experiences these days. You have successfully completed your performance in Beijing. We didn't wait for the expected person, but I think we are very lucky to be able to keep the appointment this time. Sitting in 1 18 with my young sisters, pushing the road, it was a wonderful trip to Beijing. You punched in at the beginning of your dream, but you made a small wish and stayed with Miss Sanhuan.
When I woke up in a daze in my bed at home, I knew it was time to wake up from this dream that I had been looking forward to for months, and we would meet again not far away.
I hope you will be all right in September. I can get better with this expectation, wait, meet and meet you again. Next time, every time, I will say "I love you" loudly to you.