Chapter 624: Who is more important to love and hate? 1
In just a few short months, people seem to have forgotten this once popular female star. This reminded her of the American movie Chicago and the ending song [nowadays].
nowadyas(now)
helifeyou’relivin’(you can be intoxicated in your own world)
helifeyoulike(you can live the life you want)
arryharry(you can marry someone)
butmessaroundwithlike(then, still cheating and cheating on people everywhere)
andthat’sgood.(isn’t it, great?)
isn’tit,grand? (isn’t it, grand?)
isn’tit, great? (Isn’t it great?)
isn’tit,swell?(isn’t it exciting?)
isn’tit, fun? (isn’t it fun?)
stays (but, unfortunately, nothing stays the same)
ge, you know(You should know that in fifty years or more, it will always change.)
but, oh, it’s heaven! nowadays! (But it doesn’t matter, because it’s heaven now.)
Chicago is a very realistic and critical movie, even the lyrics are like this, just like a novel by the great American writer Mark Twain. And life is like a movie and lyrics, everyone can choose their own path, their own life
, you can resort to any means, but you must be prepared to fall from heaven to hell at any time, because nothing will last forever.
Close the magazine, smile and look out the window. Nanjing, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties shrouded in mist and drizzle, has a unique charm.
The hazy Xuanwu Lake, Confucius Temple, Qinhuai River, Drum Tower... seemed to take her through a thousand years, back to the era of Champs Elysees pavilions and attic palaces, arousing her desire to go to Drum Tower Park for a walk.
Outside, the clouds are hanging low and the drizzle is blowing away. The Drum Tower is beautiful and mysterious in the thin clouds and mist.
When Xiaoxiao arrived in front of the Drum Tower, the rain suddenly started to pick up. The water fell along the eaves and outside the pedestal, bit by bit, like curtains and gauze. The Drum Tower was like a girl hiding in the curtains and gauze curtains.
Holding the pipa and half-covering my face, I climbed up to the Drum Tower along the bluestone platform at my feet and looked out over the surrounding scenery. Surrounded by flowers, red maples, green bamboos, and water mist, everything became ethereal and unreal, blurred and spectacular.
Time flew by, and she didn't realize that the sky was getting dark. She withdrew her gaze, took a deep breath of the historical air, turned around, left the Drum Tower, and returned to the Zifeng Building, which was no longer modern.