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Some criticize our female writers for not having a broad enough perspective, for always writing about the tragic and farcical realities of men and women, imbuing their writing with satire, and never escaping the world of a small woman.
A woman, from a very young age, begins to be instilled with the three obediences and four virtues in her innocent ears. Women of the past bound their feet, and later women liberated their feet, yet their minds were still tightly bound by endless threads. For example, the threads themselves varied in color: some were a soft, weak gray, some a pear yellow, some a pale purple, and some a green that made one lose all color.
In fact, a man's biography can be called a legend, while a woman's autobiography is often read as gossip novel.
Eileen Chang bluntly stated that one should become famous as early as possible. If a person doesn't make a name for themselves in their youth, then even if they remain charming in their later years, it will only be a cold, faded beauty.
Last time we talked about Yiling's departure. Just as Mr. Lu Xun said, we have always been concerned about what her future holds. A woman who resolutely leaves amidst the chaos of war, a pampered young lady of the old capitalist era raised in a secluded mansion, when she steps out of her home and into the noisy, chaotic world, so close that she can smell the dust and stench of blood from the piles of corpses on the street, where will she go? We have been watching closely.
Scrape away the grime that settles in the porcelain cup of life to see its fresh and bright true colors. Wipe away the outdated customs and bad habits left on a woman to reveal a transformed and incomparably brave warrior.
We see a pitch-black room, but when we go inside, we find that the ghosts and monsters we imagined do not appear. However, if we explore deeper, we will discover that there is a hidden world inside.
Yi Ling tightened the scarf draped around her neck, her breaths hitting the yellowed train window. Her once delicate fingers, adorned with red nail polish, now bore ugly, withered tree-like scars.
She glanced to the side slightly, then froze in shock.
That familiar figure stood stiffly three steps away.
"Continuation of life?"
She called out softly, but Hua Xusheng seemed not to hear her, staring blankly at the tracks beneath his feet.
"Continue life!"
This time, when he turned around, he saw the face that had once bloomed like a bewitching rose in his hesitant heart, only now it was slightly paler.
When former lovers meet, the initially passionate encounter is abruptly extinguished by their own hidden thoughts and anxieties.
"How have you been?" Xu Sheng smiled and lowered his eyes slightly to look at her.
"Me? I haven't changed much. Maybe it's because I've been away from home for too long, and all the ups and downs have completely changed me. How about you, Miss Yan?" She knew they were already married, and with all the changes, her once calm heart was now filled with a bittersweet feeling.
"She...is dead."
Looking at his forced smile, Yi Ling's lips trembled slightly, and she murmured, "Dead... How could this be? She was so young."
Xu Sheng wanted to say something more, but he pursed his lips and swallowed it.
They had such unbearable feelings for each other; they clung to each other, passionately possessing one another before her late husband's portrait.
Now, one party has suddenly realized their mistake and wants to take the blame, but their clumsy actions have only brought the relationship back to an awkward state.
Hua Xusheng felt that no matter how many love poems and lines he read, his attitude towards love was still weak and pathetic in the face of cruel reality.
He looked at her and noticed the change in her. The arrogance and unruliness of those former rich young ladies had faded from her. Her coarse cloth clothes and a scarf with loose threads accentuated her bright, sparkling eyes.
In its simple beauty, nature naturally contains the boundless charm of a bright future.
"You're going to Beiping?"
"Hmm. Perhaps I still have some value to contribute to this country. I never imagined this would happen before. After being immersed in the glitz and glamour of high society for so long, I almost lost sight of a more meaningful path ahead."
"Then, just consider it as if I've woken up."
While on the train, Yiling fell asleep leaning on Xusheng's shoulder.
Just then, the sky began to clear, the gray clouds dispersed, and her nostrils were filled with all sorts of cold and unfamiliar smells in the air. But she smiled from her sleep, and the scarf covering her face fell down. Hua Xusheng smiled along with her.
After the gloom and the passion, it's like being in a valley where spring is in full bloom. After taking a few steps, you can hear birdsong, hear the wind, and feel the exhilarating joy of letting your mind wander.
Shakespeare said, "Love is a smoke blown up by a sigh; a spark purified in the eyes of lovers; a wave stirred up by the tears of lovers. It is also the wisest madness, a bitter taste that chokes the throat, and a sweet taste that lingers on the tongue."
After experiencing all these mixed feelings, people became less attached to separation and instead focused on their own will, becoming stronger again.
When they parted, the two people, who were leaning against each other in the car, looked at each other and simply nodded.
"Take care of yourself."
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