clown

There is a clown show in the center of the stage.

The clown is wearing a small hat of Red Velvet, and the ball on the top of the pointed hat hangs down and shakes irregularly with his head. He has a red nose cap on the tip of his nose, and his Martin boots are put out to spell out a big eight.

Clowns can do all kinds of interesting actions:

He gazed affectionately at the empty stage, sometimes intoxicated with it, and sometimes confided deeply. It can be seen that the woman he deeply loves is a tall, graceful and handsome married woman. The clown can only approach carefully, take every opportunity to test, and occasionally deliberately touch her clothes and arms.

It's not that women don't understand amorous feelings. She flirted with the clown, giving him enough hints and opportunities to make him ecstatic and dancing.

The clown finally went crazy, trying to raise his low figure and learn to imitate a gentleman.

However, ducks can't climb trees after all, and local dogs still can't hide their stench. Feet always stumble when walking outside the figure of eight, which often causes laughter. ...

Disappointment and hope, gain and loss, sadness and joy are always like alternating morning and night, gone and come again.

Of course, the woman doesn't belong to him, and the clown finally quits the stage alone and makes an exaggerated "death" gesture before leaving. ...

The audience under the stage was amused by the clown's performance, and maybe there was a giggle at the clown.

I noticed that one person looked out of place and couldn't laugh at all. He even hid in the corner to wipe away tears. Maybe this is a clown who looks like himself in life.

He ran, trudged and crawled desperately, from outside the city to the city, from outside the crowd to the crowd, from behind the stage to before the stage, from under the stage to the stage ... He persisted, stubbornly and even stubbornly climbed to the top of the mountain. There are many kind people in the crowd along the way, and they will certainly notice his efforts. I hope someone will applaud his achievements.

He was lost in the world he built, where there was love without betrayal, warmth without severe winter, kindness without calculation-because there was the world he created, and everything was deserved.

One day, however, he finally found that the world was not divorced from the people around him, and more elegance was just wearing a mask.

The masses are not so kind and always show hypocrisy in the face of interests.

Love doesn't seem so pure, and new love and old love are always circulating.

Elegance is just an act, just like a fat, ugly and pretentious woman who hates dogs, but still pretends to be a gentleman and pushes the door open for her. ...

In fact, everyone is a clown Who isn't?

Besides fame and fortune, what are you desperately pursuing and struggling for? So don't say "noble" in a high-profile way, it's just another performance of a clown.

He firmly wrote down the pledge of eternal love, which naturally can't be true. In the lonely evening after turning around, there is always a new love to replace the old love.

In the street where people come and go, not only people walk, so it is not necessarily the scenery that passes by, but the encounter with the ugly soul.

If they are all clowns, don't expect too much.

Therefore, when others look at you and laugh, you can also see that his acting skills are poor. After all, they are all like-minded.

Either you show it to him or he shows it to you. As long as you remember one thing, no one can enter the play, and naturally there is no need to jump out of the circle.

Then what you see is completely different:

Clown's love is false, because compared with life, only one is true.

The relationship between clowns is false, because only one can be true compared with interests.

The clown's promise is false, because compared with time, only one is true.

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It turns out that the clown's joy is false, because what you see is a performance, but what he pays is his life. Do you believe me? Does the lonely protagonist behind this stage look like himself?