Some sunshine is always blocked at the end of clouds, some scenery is always covered by mist on the other side that eyes can't reach, and some birds stop singing and rest in the soil during the long journey.

There are always some people who have a light blue bottom, dense lines, layers of petals and dead leaves, and intertwined souls. Because they are separated by a body skin that is laughing and cursing, others can't see it really.

They can appreciate more than ordinary people the withering and decaying fate hidden in the sunlight reflected by a blooming fruit, the emptiness inside an exquisitely crafted blue-and-white porcelain, and its vulnerability, the bitterness and stubbornness on the face and corners of the mouth of a beautifully dressed person with a bright smile.

whether you believe it or not, there are always some people who are always a fingernail away from the happiness at the bottom and the warmth at a glance.

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, no matter how many pleasures they enjoy, it is always difficult for them to avoid a kind of sadness and hatred.

Because their souls are born with a sad background, I often think, is this fate flowing in blood or a flaw formed the day after tomorrow?

It is said that it is a flaw, but often such people are more fascinated by outsiders than ordinary authorities, because they know that good things in the world are not firm, colorful clouds are easy to scatter and glass is fragile, so they will not give too much expectation. When the real end comes, they will be able to quiet inside more quickly, unlike people who are single-minded and optimistic, who suddenly see that the song ends and people are scattered, and as a result, they will be at a loss.

When the word sadness suddenly came to my eyes, I thought of Goethe's novel young werther, Wilde's fairy tale, the nightingale whose song was soaked with blood and tears, and the poem of William Butler Ye Zhi.

I think of butterfly lovers, who can't get together in the world, and become a butterfly continues in the grave. I think of the young girl in "decameron" who watered the eyes of a basil flowerpot with her lover's head. I also think of Milagros, a girl who is romantic and intelligent, but as gorgeous as a night peacock, written by Mexican woman writer angeles Masterta.

When everyone cheered and applauded at the circus, only she, only her heart swelled with sadness.

Because everyone, including her innocent niece, Emily, only saw the vivid and bizarre spinning and jumping movements in front of her eyes and the antics of clowns, but she was the only one who thought that the income from this performance could have been used for more meaningful things, such as redeeming some prisoners from prison.

not all beauties are sexy, not all sexy women are smart, not all smart women have a depressing amorous feelings.

In my eyes, this kind of amorous feelings, if properly handled, is the highest sexiness ―― for example, Monica monica bellucci in The Beautiful Legend of Sicily, who walked through the town with her head down slightly and unsmiling, without topless shoulders or obsequiousness, seemed like a fiery Pacific airflow, which lingered in the hearts of every man present, and Greta Jia, who was the most worthy of hanging around her mouth and regarded as a leader.

at first glance, the enchanting appearance starts from the ups and downs of sensual desires, and the end point is only the lackluster sensual desires, but the melancholy amorous feelings are fascinating magic, starting from the dreamlike coldness of Gengetsu, and ending with the stunning beauty of being at arm's length.

So the years have changed, and the beauty has come wave after wave, but the flower played by Anita Mui in "Rouge Kou" is the most unforgettable number one in the brothel ―― so many people play prostitutes, only she is so lonely and desolate, and only her lonely and desolate, and there is no trace of moonlight rippling and intoxicated youth.

that kind of beauty, however, seems to be a long time. After all, what this era is trumpeting is the philosophy of a strong man who is brave, the optimism like stainless steel, and the graceful turn of the world.

Therefore, the beauty of Lin Daiyu has long been out of date. When she is demure, she shines like a delicate flower, and when she moves, she seems like a weak willow. In many people's ears, it is almost like mocking and disdaining Xue Baochai, who makes the Jia family completely convinced. That's a rare thing, and she knows a lot, or Wang Xifeng, who is outspoken and ruthless, but fortunately, she is smart, capable and hearty.

Therefore, more and more people abandon Princess Xiaoxiang to join Heng Wujun or Feng chili pepper to put on a dress that is self-sufficient, self-sufficient, beautiful, self-sufficient, has seen the world, and self-sufficient.

But when I think about it carefully, I liked Lin Daiyu many years ago, just for her outstanding beauty when she appeared, which was eclectic, picturesque and like a Song poem. Later, I liked other people, but I only understood her a little better. After years, I found that this one in the Grand View Garden was mostly tearful and gasping, and occasionally. Because Xue Baochai and Wang Xifeng are clever, it is the epitome of those who are good at dancing and exquisite in life. After watching too much, they feel very boring. Smart people go everywhere. When they see such smart people, they still feel more and more sad and ironic. On the contrary, Lin Daiyu, who burned the manuscript and broke her infatuation, said that although she did not win the favor of everyone, She showed her face when she wanted to jilt it, and then she let it out locally when she wanted to have fun or express her grievances. She wanted to immediately show her talents and put them into practice, except for an affectionate but always heartless Yi Gong childe, who failed to grow old with him, or * * * went to the grave, and other regrets, or knots, were almost all dispersed when it was time to disperse, so I want to come.

There are a thousand words, but it's just one sentence. She is a person who seems to know more about her heart than her work, and her illness is as good as a western child's, but it makes people feel that it is valuable to be really alive.

She is willing to be as melancholy as the people in the painting, and just stay so melancholy. She is also melancholy in life, melancholy in death, melancholy in love, and melancholy in hate. Cao Xueqin has given her this quality, and she has been carved into an eternal goddess of Luo willfully. Others are too full of dust and fireworks. Just her, she is a plum under the moon or the top of the tree.

so when I came back, I found that last year, after the old pavilions and terraces, the water was bright, the mountains were empty, and the peaks and turns, it turned out that the Swift was flying down, and the Iraqi who was quietly independent was still her.

So I spent a long time in the world of mortals. On a misty and rainy winter afternoon, when I leaned against the window and didn't know what evening it was, when I saw a lake dotted with several fishing boats suddenly appearing outside the window, that melancholy feeling curled up on my eyebrows and corners of my eyes, and my mind.

I am like a wandering prodigal son, with a long homesickness, returning to its embrace leisurely, like a flower, blown down by the wind, just falling into the wet and warm soil, finding my place, finally sighing, and finally being able to die without regret.

In this impetuous and utilitarian society, the melancholy soul seems to be a clear spring, because it is penetrating and refreshing, which makes people fall slowly, without knowing the beginning or the end.

But it is also the weakness that people dare not show easily most of the time. It is armor with cracks, a rose wrapped in thorns, but it is the spiritual background that permeates many people's hearts but cannot be recognized.

Because everyone has their own since the world can in no way answer our craving, everyone has thought about I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take to a fishingboat, but most people don't have such a good home, so they have to continue to feel the outpouring while carefully dressing up.

In the face of the ups and downs of life, I choose to be a melancholy person from time to time, so that I can stay away from the crowd, hide and watch and explore my soul quietly, and regard myself as an airtight container to welcome new students at any time.