What you said should be that the past is false in One Hundred Years of Solitude, and memory is a road with no return, and all the past spring can't be recovered. Even the most frenzied and tenacious love is just a fleeting reality in the final analysis, and only loneliness is eternal.

Garcí a Má rquez's quotation:

Farewell Letter

1 Always say what you feel. If I knew that today was the last time I watched you fall asleep, I would hug you warmly and pray for God to protect your soul. If I knew it was the last time I saw you leave home, I would give you a hug and a kiss, then stop you again and hug and kiss again. If I know that this is the last time I hear your voice, I will record every word of you so that I can listen to it over and over again forever. If I knew it was the last few minutes to see you, I would say "I love you" instead of foolishly thinking that you already knew.

There will always be a tomorrow, and life will give us another chance to do things well. But if I make a mistake, today is all we have left. I will tell you how much I love you and I will never forget you.

2 God, if I had a heart, I would write hatred on the ice and then look forward to the sunrise. I will use Van Gogh's dream to draw a poem by Benade Di on the stars, and Selette's song will be my serenade to the moon. I will water roses with tears to appreciate the pain of thorns and the kiss of petals ... < P > 3 If God gives me a life, I will simply dress up and lie in the sun, revealing not only my body, but also my soul.

One Hundred Years of Solitude

1 Even if you think that your feelings have dried up and you can't give them, there will always be a moment when something can strike a chord in your heart; After all, we are not born to enjoy loneliness.

2 The past is all false. Memories are a road with no return. All the past spring can't be recovered. Even the most frantic and tenacious love is just a fleeting reality, only loneliness is eternal.

3 death has nothing to do with him, but life has meaning to him.

4 The secret of a happy old age is nothing but a decent agreement with loneliness.

5 the government has repeatedly reiterated it all over the country through all the propaganda machines it can use. As a result, an official statement finally stood firm, that is, no one died and the workers have returned home with satisfaction.

6 We have been fighting for so many years, and everything is just to stop painting our house blue.

7 He didn't realize the subtle and heartbreaking damage caused by time at home. After going out for such a long time, this damage will be considered a disaster for anyone with a clear memory.

I'm not here to give a speech

1 This shocking reality was once a utopian fantasy in human history, and we fable creators who believe that everything is possible have the right to believe that it is not too late to reverse this trend and utopia again. It will be a brand-new and subversive way of life: how to die will not be in the hands of others, love really exists, happiness is really possible, and those families destined to suffer from loneliness for a hundred years will finally enjoy the opportunity to be reborn on the earth forever.

2 Reality is not something on paper, it is all around us, and there are countless lives and deaths every day. At the same time, it also nourishes an inexhaustible creative source full of beauty and misfortune. I am a wandering and homesick Colombian who is only blessed by the goddess of fortune. The reality is so incredible that we, whether poets or beggars, soldiers or gangsters, don't need much imagination. The biggest challenge is that we can't convince people of our real life by conventional methods. My friends, this is the crux of our loneliness.

3 to this day, the master and his works have become my patron saint, which also means a heavy responsibility on my mind after winning the prize. I think they deserve the award; When I won the prize, God was beating me again, reminding me: God's will is unpredictable, and people, like chess pieces, mostly end badly, either not understood or forgotten.

4 Poetry is a mysterious force in ordinary life, which can cook food, ignite love and make people fantasize.

5 to make matters worse, in the past 1 years, we have lost the most precious virtues of the 19th century: fanatical idealism, attention to feelings and fear of love.

6 A great contemporary novelist once asked: Will the earth become a nightmare for other planets? Perhaps, the earth is just a village that slipped from the creator's hand, left behind in the outer suburbs of the vast universe and lost its memory. It is not so great. .

7 The only historical legend in Latin America is the military dictators at the end of last century and the beginning of this century. Many military leaders who used to be liberals later turned into tyrannical and barbaric tyrants. I firmly believe that if Colonel Aureliano Buendia can win even one of those 36 wars, he will be one of them.

8 fortunately, Latin America and the Caribbean still have a decisive reserve, which is an energy that can change the world, that is, a dangerous national memory. It is a huge cultural heritage. As the earliest multifunctional raw material, it always accompanies us. It is a culture of resistance, hidden in the corner of language, embodied in the patron saint of craftsmen and the real miracle created by the people's resistance to the colonial church-the black-and-white mixed-race Madonna.

9 It is a culture of unity, indomitable in the face of numerous crimes, and rising up for sovereignty. It is a protest culture. The hand-made angels in temples have Indian faces, and the silent power of death is prayed for in the snow song. It is a daily culture, which is embodied in cooking, clothing, unique superstition and private love ceremony. It is a celebration, deviant and mysterious culture, which can break away from the shackles of reality, resolve the contradiction between reason and imagination, and prove that any concept will be surpassed by life sooner or later. This strength comes from our backwardness.

1 No matter how insatiable imperialism is, how brutal and cruel government oppression is, and how hard it is to talk about our dreams, we will never give in. Revolution is also a cultural product, an expression of ambition and creativity, which requires us and gives us reason to believe in the future.

11 In our daily life, poetic expressions can be seen everywhere, and another young French journalist is amazed. The lamb kept moaning so loudly that the child couldn't sleep. The child said, "It's just a street lamp."

12 On a day like today, my tutor william faulkner said here, "I refuse to accept the end of mankind." If I haven't fully realized that the great disaster that he refused to accept 32 years ago is now possible from a scientific point of view for the first time in human history, I will be ashamed of the position where he once stood.

13 Five centuries later, neil armstrong left footprints on the moon, which shocked mankind again.