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Why is Zhang Ailing lonelier than fireworks?

As the saying goes, words are like people. After reading Zhang Ailing's little reunion manuscript, looking back, what kind of person is she? Shallow and shallow traces, arranged smoothly, roundly and neatly. Lazy, a bit playful; Comfortable, but bound by inexplicable rules in my heart; It seems a little helpless and unwilling to pay a little; Think of a cloud, the cloud is light and the wind is light, but it hides unparalleled surging feelings in the bones.

In turbulent times, the crazy men and wild women in her works still live a comfortable life. One day, they suddenly woke up from their dreams and felt sad again! The seemingly magnificent drama, in the end, could not help but be ragged and lonely.

Reading her works, you can feel everywhere the joy of her blooming flowers from the dust, the confusion of her escaping from the dark and gloomy room, the nobility inherited by her rich and noble family, and the vicissitudes accumulated by her ups and downs.

Her works are fresh and grotesque. Looking back and smiling, she was carried away by deep sadness, sometimes like a warm spring breeze, and sometimes brutally destroying the flowers in Jiao Yan. What falls on the ground is the shocking sadness under the shadow of flowers, as well as the decadence mixed with poppy extract and complete indifference and despair, which may be the trace of "misty clouds are forever sad" She has always been quiet and withdrawn, and everything she wants to say is in her writing, from initial anxiety to proud growth. ...

In Hu Lancheng, when I imagined her through her articles published in Heaven and Earth magazine, I thought I could know her from her articles. Only when I met her did I realize that I was wrong. It turns out that I am an inexperienced and simple person, with a sensitive heart and an infinitely rich imagination, free from any fetters. As a result, as if by the arrangement of heaven, there appeared seemingly inextricable entanglements and feuds between the two men.

It's hard to evaluate this experience without knowing the heart of the client, but because of the special lives of Zhang Ailing and Hu Lancheng, the fragments in this life have become extremely interesting.

Aileen is Aileen, lonely and outstanding. She doesn't care what factors are around her, she accepts from the heart, so she can put herself very low. She was extremely happy. She just needs a quiet life from the heart, but the reality is cruel and she can't recover it, so she can leave decisively and be isolated forever!

Zhang Ailing, a legendary talented woman, has a bright life that is lonelier than fireworks! It is difficult to give emotion to cardamom words. On the one hand, Aileen was so famous in her later years that even through her daily garbage, others wanted to know about her personality and her life. On the other hand, she is extremely lonely and can only talk and communicate with lonely shadows on the wall.

What vicissitudes did Aileen go through from China to the American literary camp? Yala is not a down-and-out scholar as we know, and her literary achievements have reached the level of Nobel Prize in Literature. Laya is humorous, good at words, and uninhibited in his early years. He just lived a long time and his body was overdrawn, so he often had strokes. But there is no doubt that they have achieved spiritual harmony again, and Aileen's value judgment standard has never yielded to the world. Naive bystanders, how can we know why Aileen can't return to Yala when she has a stroke? At that time, Aileen had only one ticket to Hong Kong. I'm not you, and I don't know your difficulties.

Through the joys and sorrows of historical figures, we believe that today, we may sometimes judge the behavior of others subjectively. Stop it! This is also the self-discipline, forgiveness and moral cultivation advocated by Buddhist meditation!

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