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I have tried to explore the mind of a woman, a pure, beautiful, delicate mind, a place that seems unable to accommodate me, a vulgar, vulgar, vulgar vulgar man.
When I read through every character she wrote, I realized that a woman who is as full of fantasy about the unknown as I am, who is hopeful about reality but forced to be helpless, who is like a fledgling bird longing for the blue sky and strength, but who can only wait quietly in her nest, is like a hedgehog who does not easily give up her dreams and unloads her natural defenses. As she wrote in September 2013, "I expect the story in my dream to arrive as expected. I am waiting, for example, for a trip of my own, for the first birdsong in the morning, for the first yellow leaf in autumn, for the last bus home, for the one I miss."
Xie Murong, Bernard Xiao, Berkeley Square ...... every person and every scene that appears in her words, I want to go looking for, looking for a wisp of hair in the empty silence of the breath, looking for the beauty that I have lost for many years.
I have tried to explore the mind of a woman, a pure, beautiful, delicate mind, a place that seems unable to accommodate me, a vulgar, vulgar, vulgar vulgar man.
When I read through every character she wrote, I realized that a woman who is as full of fantasy about the unknown as I am, who is hopeful about reality but forced to be helpless, who is like a fledgling bird longing for the blue sky and strength, but who can only wait quietly in her nest, is like a hedgehog who does not easily give up her dreams and unloads her natural defenses. As she wrote in September 2013, "I expect the story in my dream to arrive as expected. I am waiting, for example, for a trip of my own, for the first birdsong in the morning, for the first yellow leaf in autumn, for the last bus home, for the one I miss."
Xie Murong, Bernard Xiao, Berkeley Square ...... every person and every scene that appears in her words, I want to go looking for, looking for a wisp of hair in the empty silence of the breath, looking for the beauty that I have lost for many years.
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