What are the beautiful sentences in Summer Solstice?

# Some emotions can only happen in our most transparent childhood. At that time, the blue sky overhead was always a lonely face, and the clouds painted everything with sad enamel, shining in the sky.

# Time is the best therapist. No matter how many wounds, they will disappear on the skin and dissolve into the heart, becoming beautiful patterns on the ventricular wall.

# If you forget something, if you are willing to remember it.

If the fragrance and heat of summer can still stir the time when you are sleeping in it.

If the thick shade of Cinnamomum camphora still can't resist the sun's red-hot and hot eyelids.

If those lonely skies are not completely out of your dreams when you are young.

therefore ...

# The world we see-Cinnamomum camphora flows green, the sun becomes transparent in the afternoon, and the wind blows everywhere it can reach. A busy signal came from the bus stop not far away. People who fall asleep because of drowsiness cast trembling shadows, and there are cobwebs in the corner. There is a gentle and comfortable rhythm in the air that seems to stop at this point forever, so there is no need to consider what direction it will evolve in the future.

# The world we see, if it doesn't conform to the time, if it doesn't conform to the speed of derailment, if it isn't completely ignited, will eventually be blown away in the air like a falling piece of soot, which looks like nothing ... Then, maybe it will always carry the bitter fragrance of camphor trees and stay in this place closest to summer with a perfect cross section.

# As if heaven and dreams are within reach, the drums on the clouds can fall to the ground.

# It was not until the wheel of fortune finally overturned the original buildings in its rotation and let them directly enter the second floor of the world from the soft and harmless life layer that it discovered that "the future" is not a shield that can cope with everything, but a huge weight that leads people to fall leisurely. Where you want to go and who you want to go with are not for you to decide. Reach out your hand, grab the thorn and insert it neatly into your skin.

# It turns out that youth is so fragile that you can't stay.

# We didn't know it was the wind until we heard a strong wind blowing through the canyon.

We didn't know it was a cloud until we saw it floating on the mountains.

We have to love to know that this is love.

We have to hate to know that hate is also because of love.

# 1995 unknown land of Cinnamomum camphora from summer solstice

What is the story of Cinnamomum camphora and Cinnamomum camphora? Someone was whispering in the cracks looking up and looking down.

So everything becomes very subtle. Warm eyes and wet palms.

In those summer when the sky is in full bloom, the sunshine has the most prosperous jointing.

She ran past him in a hurry, so the floating grass blossomed;

He waited quietly behind her, so the sunset closed the heavy door;

He and he became more and more silent in the four seasons, the past dusk and the morning that didn't come.

In summer, she and she walk more and more slowly, and the pulled hand holds the hand that has not been pulled.

Some melodies have never been sung, and some torches have never been lit.

But there is sound and light in this world.

So time became heavy and small, and the snowstorm easily broke the thin door.

That city has never aged, it stands in memory and becomes the loneliness and loneliness left by no one at school in the evening.

Camphor trees cover all the sky in the city from beginning to end.

There is a confession ten years late in the shadow.

Oh, I am singing. Did you hear that?

Ah ah, who is singing? I heard you.

# You may never have been to some places, but when you really walk on them, you will feel that you have been there a few years ago, more than ten years ago, even decades ago, even for a time beyond your age. You've been there, you've really lived, you've touched every place and every corner.

Some writers say that this is because after the death of people who once lived here, brain waves floated in the air. Everyone has different frequencies, and there is little chance that these frequencies are the same, but there is still a small chance that the living can receive these waves floating in the air. These waves are "memories"

And you can just receive the brain waves of that frequency, and the person who left that group of brain waves is what we once said, past lives.

# Those shadows seem to stay in the empty campus, wandering around, humming songs that were sung in youth and now forgotten.

# They say there is always a clean continent in this world, and I think I will find it one day.

They say there is always a quiet island in this world, and Xiao Si thinks I can sleep on it for decades.

# All love, all hate, all wet memories in heavy rain, all camphor trees,

All the tears and hugs, all the unforgettable burning years,

All the bustling and scattered life,

The summer before the summer solstice, they all jumped on the grand death together.

# Close your eyes and see the cleanest world.

# What is the probability of meeting someone in such a huge crowd as the Milky Way?

Then become familiar, dependent, or hostile and hateful with these people.

Involve emotions, entangle into relationships, and become feelings.

# 1996 Summer Solstice Color Polaris

When the tide rushes to the ancient river bank, summer connects with the next summer,

What do you like?

Heavy rain swept through the village in the hot sun, and the next summer was flooded.

What do you like?

Skip the green spring, the sad autumn honeysuckle and the greener summer next year.

You appeared in front of me again. Eyebrows droop. Turn around and take away the rain from the whole city,

Then turn around and bring back the colorful snow. The thunder of wheat jointing rumbled through the earth.

You splashed ink on the broken words in the corner, so you rendered a summer without ups and downs.

Come next year. Next year. But I haven't waited for a crying summer solstice. A summer solstice that never comes all year round.

Avoid round-trip search.

He has never seen her.

She has never seen him.

No one has seen it. Never been here in summer solstice. The world began to rain cats and dogs. The flood season is coming.

# Just like hearing countless birds flying overhead, snowflakes fall with flowers.

Long Xia looked up again and saw Fu Xiaosi's clear eyes, just like Polaris, which made Long Xia lose his mind for an instant.

In the lower right corner of Fu Xiaosi's painting, Chang Xia's signature, Pastor, appeared.

# The first second, the smile froze on my face.

Weeds spread and covered the barren hillside. The wasteland that has been sleeping for a long time has finally been rendered soft by green.

The second one, the smile changed radian.

Sadness hides the face and the tide surges. Those tidal sounds heard at night are drawing to a close.

In the third second, tears flooded the whole face like a flood.

Summer swept away from my memory like a flood.

The fourth second ... the fourth second doesn't matter.

Chang Xia knew he was crying.

# 1997 Meet Papilio in the summer of solstice.

If we hadn't met ten years ago. Whether we will never meet again.

Those foggy and noisy years in every corner of the city.

The reeds germinate in turn and then die gradually.

The wings hastily covered the sky. There is nothing more to say.

Cast the shadow of the tide along the road.

Black hair dyed white. The snow was dyed black.

Dyed black during the day. The night was dyed white.

The world is upside down, left and right, up and down, black and white.

So I became your reflection.

Always live in a completely different world from you.

Buried the twilight of the morning.

Buried a group of gorgeous swallowtail butterflies.

You are my dream.

# Si, if you had stopped for a second, maybe my question could have been exported. Are you ... a priest? Is it the only person I have always liked for two years?

# Each of us will meet different people in our life. Some pass by, leaving a vague face and a three-second memory. Some people, however, gather in life like dust and aggregate into sculptures like sand sculptures, standing in the square of life.

#-"Hey, come here."

-"Good."

This kind of dialogue happens repeatedly in everyone's life. No one expected what kind of brand such an ordinary conversation would leave in life.

We didn't understand it ten years ago, and we can't remember it ten years later.

Only the original syllables are left, hollowed out in the old air.

# Chang Xia, you know, I didn't have any friends in Asakawa No.1 Middle School at that time. Before I met you, I didn't have any friends since I was a child, so the feeling of someone caring made me feel very warm for the first time. The weather is as hot as sunset. Can you believe it? Even now, many years later, I still think so

-Meet in 2002

# Time has become a long and narrow corridor. Memories and habits are marked along the road.

# Long summer, maybe you never know, because you are waiting for me every night, so I don't feel afraid on the dark road back, and I don't feel cold when the rain hits me.

Maybe knowing that someone is waiting for you in front of you will make you brave.

-1996 meet

# Like a lost time. All the voices

# Some feelings once appeared in a corner of the world inadvertently. For example, I was worried about the whereabouts of the kite when a warm spring breeze came. For example, when I suddenly see the sun shining, I worry that the sun will turn off.

# Yes, if you didn't appear behind me in time that day, I would definitely be at a loss like a tearful clown under the stage light.

Tears only represent cowardice. I suddenly understood what you said to me.

No matter how arrogant and indifferent I am in front of people. However, I am really a coward. I want to be as brave as you, like a beautiful and proud butterfly. But I will still shed a lot of tears for many small things. Even now, I have not learned to be strong.

But you never hated me.

-1997 changxia

# Meeting holds your hand, no matter where I am, I feel like running to heaven. Can you believe it?

-1999 changxia

# After a short silence at that moment, the world became noisy again. So silence and noise, silence and noise, are like a slow pendulum swinging back and forth.

# Xiao Si, sometimes I always think that even if I stay with you, even if I can't help you, it's good to tell you that you are not alone. Whether you were a child or you are shining now. I always feel that you have your own unique world, and no one can understand your language, fearing that you will be lonely. I have a silly idea since I was a child: two people are bored together, so they are not bored ... so until now, I have been thinking, is he lonely now?

So when I occasionally see a sudden sakura rain on Japanese streets in recent years, I always think, what a pity, Fu Xiaosi is not here.

It is a depressed regret to see the beauty of the world alone but no one shares it. I want to film the beauty of the world for you.

-Lu Zhiang in 2003

# And what will everyone be like in five, ten and twenty years? Will I bring a big bag of snacks from the company, cross the crowded street, walk through the traffic lights, cross the zebra crossing, walk past strangers and appear in front of them?

There are always so many people, so many cars on the road, all rushing in their own direction. No one cares about the direction and distance of others. Everyone is on his own journey. The bustling crowd in the street repeats the noise and chaos day after day, and countless footprints are covered with new footprints as soon as they are printed.

# Time melts into liquid. Including all the bodies.

It seems that all babies sleep in the sea of uterus. The setting sun came from the end of the long street and shone on the whole street.

# There is an unknown nerve in the body that sends out a sharp pain signal.

Summer is almost over. A long, sleepy, psychedelic summer.

# 1998 warm fog broke the array during the summer solstice

Time turns into a red morning mist, and day and night are gradually divided equally.

I started my lonely years in a world you have long forgotten, with my eyes closed and my ears covered.

Cheering with tears,

Not seeing you means not seeing the whole world.

Darkness engulfed tens of billions of planets like the tide. Sunflowers are dying on a large scale. Migratory birds were sent to the funeral in droves.

One by one, there is no heavy voyage in sight.

Who waved with a straight face and then isolated from the world.

What is silent is your disappointment. And your pale side face.

In fact, the world will never wake up. It sleeps quietly under the collar of your shirt.

In the blink of an eye. The beard instantly pierced the skin. Youth holds high the banner of hunting the wind.

So you grew up and became the crowned king.

But I am at a loss to think that you are still a pale little prince.

They say that as long as there is a little prince in the world, there will always be foxes waiting for love.

When the swallows come back with green in their hands in the coming year,

Do you still bow your head under the camphor tree like a seventeen-year-old summer?

And then come to see me,

In that long, psychedelic, endless summer.

# With the special silence before death, huge and powerless.

# The world seems to have turned into a brilliant fruit, but a bug in the kernel is slowly eating it, biting the flesh of the stone bit by bit and approaching the peel. Before the sharp sound of breaking skin, the world was still shining, and only the rustle of eating came from the center of the world dully.

# Fu Xiaosi felt his eyes hurt badly. He thought in a trance, maybe everyone around him is black. In the whole black world, only Lu Zhiang is pure white, so he will feel dazzling. And this weak white, in the boundless darkness of the world, is like an innocent and soft white wool.

# Like the train that often appears in dreams, it creates a regular train collision. It's like someone holding a knife, finding our most vulnerable and undefended place, gently stabbing it in, then pulling it out, bloody, and stabbing it in again, until the pain is numb at last, and now it's blurred, and no one can know the future outcome.

Graduation is a window pane, we have to smash it, then walk past it with sharp fragments, and start a completely different life after dripping with blood.

# And this change is dissolved in this whole year, like salt sprinkled into the water, gradually dissolved and finally there is no trace.