Painful one-way street, I drive against the flow

Author: Bai Yinguo
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Publish Date: 2005-05-01
Features: I have always believed that life is not a tragedy, but a tragedy is a part of life. What we must accept is the constant farewells. Farewell to youth. Farewell to tears. Farewell to love. Often, I don’t want to think about anything, I only care about love and time. So, I keep entangling myself between the two. It hurts, and pain is a one-way street. None of us will walk back. So, I sing to myself: If I wake up tomorrow morning and find a strand of white hair, consider it romantic, don’t think of it as hardship. This is a book filled with love, every chapter fragrant and alluring, yet everywhere hiding thorns. He likes to set up a scene in the dark first, then slowly draw back the curtain. The reader can glimpse the performance he puts on on stage, but it’s only in the very last moment that the truth dawns. We follow him, watching one love after another entangled. Hating and being moved. Bai Yinguo has a unique grasp of words. He can arrange unrelated words together to create a stronger expression. Just as readers have described him—he is a person who can perceive emotions with any part of his body. Read carefully, and what we see is not just the stories invented by the author, but also his attitude toward emotions—love is a one-way street that hurts, and I’m driving against the pain.