"Hidden in the Dust" - A few rays of sunshine from this folded world

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Dust returns to dust, dirt returns to dirt, and everything will disappear into dust. The love between Ma Youtie and Guiying makes us think more about being together and relying on each other for life, but some ordinary little actions can always arouse our new perceptions about romance and life - always under the mist There is sunshine slanting across the heart lake, no waves, but no lack of ripples!

'Hidden in the Dust' - A few rays of sunshine from this folded world - Lujuba

The definition of romance is never more than " red roses"

Under the haystack, the man planted a flower on the woman's wrist and said, "I planted a flower for you, made a mark, and you ran to It can't be lost anywhere." Wheat flowers have no gorgeous colors and no refreshing fragrance. Engraved on the wrist, it is reflected in the eyes and melted into the bottom of my heart. To Ma Youtie and Guiying, to Hemerocallis to to Li Huanying and to Jia Xiaoling , they have never been inferior to "red roses". Looking at the concentric locks of famous scenic spots, how many people really have to be locked?

'Hidden in the Dust' - A few rays of sunshine from this folded world - Lujuba

Who's not that donkey?

The grass donkey moves only in the palms of two people, and the real donkey rushes around the wheat field one after another all his life. And the horse has iron? Hard work, but it is difficult to have a safe nest, with "panda blood", donating blood time and time again, but no return. The sweater that was given away, he said, counted as money borrowed first; the ten borrowed eggs hatched into chicks, and the chicks laid eggs and had to be returned. The man is kind and generous, and he believes that only the steamed buns made by himself are full.

'Hidden in the Dust' - A few rays of sunshine from this folded world - Lujuba

There is a kind of love - love because of pity

Spring after spring, swallows come and go; before the house is pushed, I don't forget to carefully remove the swallow's nest, build a new house, don't forget to build a nest for the swallow, Thaksin believes that the swallow builds a nest nice family! And Yanzi never failed him! The woman was resistant or uncertain at first. She watched men build houses, move swallow nests, help people transport furniture, and donate blood. The woman's heart slowly melted. She turned into a lamp at the entrance of the village at night, and turned into a cold again and again. A hot jug of water. Women believe that putting a little bit higher on the right side of the happy word will definitely bring good luck to their future life!

'Hidden in the Dust' - A few rays of sunshine from this folded world - Lujuba


swaying some fulcrums in life

"While being blown around by the wind, what can Maizi say? Pecked by flying sparrows, what can Maizi say? Being bitten by his own donkey, what can Maizi say? What can the wheat say when it is cut by the sickle of summer?" Life is too difficult, in the face of suffering, in the folded world, how can there be more choices than tolerance and tenacity? Having iron is the fulcrum of Guiying, Guiying is the fulcrum of having iron, donkeys, pigs, chickens, and swallows. . . It is the fulcrum of the two of them. If the fulcrum collapses, it will be difficult to have the courage to move forward in this world.

'Hidden in the Dust' - A few rays of sunshine from this folded world - Lujuba

wrote at the end

Yu Hua said, an American folk song " Old Black Slave ", the old black slave in the song went through a lifetime of hardships, his family left before him, and he still treats the world friendly, Not a word of complaint. So he wrote " alive ", about people's ability to bear suffering and optimistic attitude towards the world. In "Hidden Into the Dust", in addition to suffering silently, what we see is more of a short and sour smile. The people behind

"Hidden in the Dust" are as humble as dust, because of love and love for a lifetime, looking forward to working on this land and harvesting a luxurious future. The reality is so cruel, just like a dream of a yellow beam, in the end all dust returns to dust, and earth returns to earth.

People will eventually hide in the dust. As far as life is concerned, living itself may be the most important meaning of life, right?

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