Reflections on three thousand words in the book of dragons

Everyone will have a feeling of dying for Tong Long.

True loneliness is an emptiness that goes deep into the bone marrow, an emptiness that makes you crazy. Everyone will have a dead child in their heart. Even in the cheers, you will feel empty, melancholy and depressed.

After watching Dragon, I suddenly found myself feeling lonely. Loneliness. Loneliness and loneliness. In the last chapter of Dragon, Mr. KFC pointed to his heart and said, "Each of us may have such a dead child hiding here." Such a dead child. What's it like? Lonely and persistent, stubborn to admit defeat. In fact, every time I finish reading Dragon, my nose will feel sour, no matter how many times I read it. It seems that the loneliness in my heart has been magnified countless times by this book like a magnifying glass. You can feel the loneliness of the task in the book, because you are also lonely. Dragon is about the loneliness of some people. In loneliness, they are persistent and stubborn, but no one sees them, and no stranger feels sorry for them after their death. They are obviously saving the world. Just like the flowers on the cliff, they grow hard and produce the most beautiful petals, swaying in the wind, just like the Iraqis dancing in the middle of the water. But no one appreciates it. Driving silently on the edge of the cliff, only the lonely wind looks at it. Watch it sprout, watch it blossom until it withers ... Ricardo M. Lu's 18-year-old life has explained in detail what "there is no worst, only worse". I have been living in my aunt's house, and my parents haven't visited him for a long time. After a long time, I even forgot what my parents looked like. My aunt made him do this and that since he was a child. Although not as miserable and abusive as Harry Potter, he is still a dog. Everything he did was wrong. At last he understood, because his aunt didn't love him. Because you don't love, everything you do is wrong. He likes to climb to the roof, hang down his feet and look at the brightly lit city under his feet. The wind blew, and he was alone. The back is lonely and dim. At the graduation party, when I was about to confess, I was used as a confession tool by others and became a lowercase "I" without "love" and "you". He squatted down slowly and became the smallest "me". Tears swirled in his eyes, but they didn't fall. But no one knows the function of this little "I". Without "I", where can there be "love you"? At this time, the door was forcibly opened, and the sun shone in and shone on the little "me". That kind of feeling, just like after the storm, the sunshine is like a *, which keeps opening and slamming into the dark clouds until the dark clouds are riddled with holes and tear the thick darkness. Seeing the light of day, an angel came in with anger. That day, it was his first time to pull, very, very hard. Even with the help of others. Castle College, a college that likes to subvert people's world outlook, kicked away countless elites, but he cried and begged dogs that others looked down upon. Ricardo Milu thinks he can finally play it. An unprecedented S-level student. But after he went in, he was even more depressed. Castle College really likes to subvert people's worldview, but he forgot that there are a group of elite accomplices, all of whom are extremely awesome. He is really unprecedented, because his homework is unprecedented. When he should have appeared, he didn't show up, stood by and spoke ill of him. He thought it was funny, but no one laughed, so he gave a few quick smiles in the silent environment and finally stopped laughing. But he didn't see it when he was awesome. In the bronze project, it is obvious that he killed the dragon king Norton with seven deadly sins, but no one saw it. Instead, Caesar took the lead. In Niblen, Chu Zihang was unconscious, also because he shouldered the seven deadly sins and killed the Dragon King with one knife and one knife, saying, "On the day when I return to earth, all the rebels should die." That's great. That's great. No one has ever been so cool. Even if he is rich enough to explode, heating in winter can burn Caesar all winter, otherwise he will be like an ascetic. As soon as we catch the rain in the village, it becomes Chu Zihang who kills the embryo. They didn't. But I still haven't seen it. Because I didn't see it, it was very cool, and I felt very proud when I remembered it afterwards, but I was still regarded as waste wood, which was dispensable. I was sure to be the first to become cannon fodder when I went to the battlefield. Sometimes I wonder, is Ricardo Milu willing? Yao Ming is very good. He is awesome, but he is regarded as a fool by others. It must be unwilling. "Ricardo Milu, don't despair, because some people dare not let you despair, and always give you some hope like charity. Once desperate, it will become completely different. " When he talked about Kan Kan, he was firm and powerful, like an excellent speaker. "But one day you will still despair because you have nothing. You are a waste, redundant person, and no one really needs you. You are a joke. You haven't got rid of the' sadness of blood' from beginning to end, but you can't detect it. Don't you feel lonely? Ha ha ha. "He burst out laughing, turned around and pointed to Ricardo Milu's nose. "It's funny, I've never heard a more interesting joke!" "The love they give you is like a grain of rice set aside from your rice bowl to give you charity." His voice was hoarse and cold. -"Lu Tragedy Stage Dragon Ⅱ" Chu Zihang's loneliness comes from that rainy night. On that rainy night, while his world outlook was subverted, he also set foot on that strange world. He doesn't like rain, but he is always considered to like it, because he always likes to stand in the rain, with no expression on his face, just looking at the distance, as if waiting for something. The rain is crisp, and there seems to be a familiar tune floating in the rain curtain. Others may think he is handsome, he is playing cool, he likes rain, he thinks it is poetic … but he just wants to wait for that man. That man is his father. It's really dad. On that rainy night, he lost that person, and no one remembered him, even his mother. Only when he remembers him will he not be forgotten by the world. In his mind, there is always an endless highway. On the highway, there is a Maybach full of holes. He is the chairman of the Lions Heart Association and the senior director of the executive department. He has performed 12 missions and never failed. He's really great. Chu Zihang and Ricardo Milu go to the same school. They don't know each other, they just know each other. Ricardo Milu is awesome because of Chu Zihang's low profile, and Chu Zihang is in unprecedented decline because of Ricardo Milu. In middle school, Chu Zihang was most impressed by Ricardo M. Lu. Because he also felt the loneliness of Ricardo Milu? That sense of loneliness has never gone away. No matter how disguised, it is just a disguise. Stripping off all kinds of camouflage, revealing black and fragile loneliness. As a facial paralysis and embryo killer, he seems to have never been in love. But he fell in love with the girl named Xia Mi. -although finally know, she is the dragon they want to kill. The name of this dragon is "Jormungandr". Angels with long hands and long feet met coke for them at the striking subway station. The angel cheered on the roller coaster, and the strong wind blew her hair, which danced like a snake in the wind. In the explosion, the angel came to him in the wind, his hair was still flying and his skirt was in full bloom like a flower. When he opened his eyes, he saw an angel leaning over him as if kissing his face. The angel stayed by his side when he was asleep, and fell asleep quietly in the wordiness. The sun shone on her clean face, and big white flowers blossomed. The angel took care of him when he was in hospital, carrying a bowl of tremella and lotus seed soup. Angels are careless, like Ricardo Milu, who likes to swear. In the subway station, the angel lay on his back, and the scene was warm and reassuring. At this time, she went to Chu Zihang's heart. Finally, the angel became a powerful dragon king, and Kiyomi looked at his Kiyomi and silently said goodbye. Then he fell to the ground, and the blood condensed into real wings behind her. Maybe Chu Zihang didn't think he liked Xia Mi. Maybe he stayed in Xia Mi's room and found it at sunset. When he found out, it was too late. But love is so clear. Because it exists, no matter how hard you try, you can't forget it. Love without words, like a word, is carved into the bone marrow by a meat cleaver. It's unforgettable. Some love is fleeting, but unforgettable. It turned to ashes in fate, but it took root in memory. "You don't know anything about dragons. Dragons, like people, were just children born in this world at first. " I remembered her voice again. In fact, this sentence is really resentful and lonely, but she said it so coldly, full of ridicule and never showed weakness. She is a girl who never shows weakness ... Even if she lives alone in this world, she never deviates from her own direction. Even in the face of empty materials, she will say loudly, "I'm back!" " "It should be like this, right? He felt a little tired and wanted to sleep, so he folded his clothes and lay down, putting his hands quietly on his chest. It took him half an hour to finish his homework and recall things he didn't want to forget. Now there are a few things. Then he slowly closed his eyes, and now the sunset has taken away the last ray of light, and the night has covered him like a curtain. He clearly knew that when he woke up this time, he wouldn't see the angel bow his head in the sun, as if kissing his lips. -"Everyone in Chu Zihang has a dead child in his heart, Dragon II" Seriously, after reading these people, I seem to feel that kind of loneliness. Not being understood, just silently watching the wind at night, what a person wants to do in his own world. I like closing the door. Because I closed the door, I was the only one in the whole world, and I was the only one sitting silently doing what I wanted to do. The noisy, cruel and dirty world outside has nothing to do with me. I will also have a dead child in my heart. She writes about her favorite fans and draws her favorite cartoons. She may not get good grades, but she is obsessed with something. She will stubbornly remember a lot of things, she will talk to herself when no one is around, she will type quickly, she will collect a lot of things, she will walk in the rain, she will listen to music alone in the dark, she will stubbornly stop crying ... No matter how mature a person is, there will still be such a dead child in his heart. He is lonely and helpless, but he has put on a disguise. Gu Long once said: "True loneliness is a kind of emptiness that goes deep into the bone marrow, a kind of emptiness that makes you crazy. Even in the cheers, I feel empty, melancholy and depressed. "In the cheers, you stood there silently, watching the girl you like hug with other men, and you stood there with your neck down. Deep into the bone marrow, the loneliness and loneliness on that rainy night make you crazy. Even if you are injured and unconscious, you still have that key, which is equally terrible. It's all like that. Stubborn tears never shed. The loneliness and loneliness in my heart have overflowed and will turn into despair sooner or later. The following is a poem about dragons, published in the novel painting. I copied it down: if you hide some loneliness, but you also bury some blood; If you are occasionally confused, but occasionally have some dreams; If you forget something, but want to remember it ... If you remember that there was a lonely rooftop overlooking with a few eyes, if you remember that there was a red-haired girl who pushed the door open like an angel when you were most helpless, if you remember that you were 80 meters underwater, the whole world seemed to be just you, and that girl was still by your side. Some love has never been sung by you, and some fires have never been lit by you. But there's always sound and light in your heart. If you still remember that you once heard a warm song in the red rain, you were in tears, if you still remember that there was a girl sleeping beside you in the white ward, and you were silent, if you still remember that you walked forward step by step with a girl on your back in the black subway, and you were breathing, if you still remember that you opened a girl's chest of drawers by the blue velvet curtain, which was full of dust, you were touching, and you hung your head in the sun, remembering. Some love is fleeting, but unforgettable. It burned to ashes in fate, but it took root in memory. You are Ricardo M Lu, you are Chu Zihang, and you are a confused but stubborn soul in youth. You are lonely, you are persistent, and you are the pride of wandering in time when you were young. You are the sorrow of blood, the child of dreams, flowing in blood vessels and condensed in eyes. Ignite loneliness, confusion, blood and discharge together.

Everything in this world is accomplished by hope. If a farmer doesn't want corn to grow into seeds, he won't peel it. A bachelor will never get married if he never wants to have children; A businessman will not go to work if he doesn't want to make a profit from it.

Hope to adopt, thank you!