一开始只以为淡淡，不慌不忙的生活，安静又一天一天，就像是暑假的我一样吃吃睡睡度过。
还是有波澜有离别，描写出来仍是淡淡，可是悲伤和空虚是无穷尽的呀，是啊。。想起那首歌 the sound of silence
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one deared
Disturb the sound of silence.
“Fools” said I,”You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.”
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper’d in the sounds of silence.
"回忆不在照片里啊"突然让我有些伤感，是啊，回忆在心上。
一开始只以为淡淡，不慌不忙的生活，安静又一天一天，就像是暑假的我一样吃吃睡睡度过。 还是有波澜有离别，描写出来仍是淡淡，可是悲伤和空虚是无穷尽的呀，是啊。。想起那首歌 the sound of silence Hello darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone, ‘Neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence. And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, People hearing without listening, People writing songs that voices never share And no one deared Disturb the sound of silence. “Fools” said I,”You do not know Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you, Take my arms that I might reach you.” But my words like silent raindrops fell, And echoed In the wells of silence And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made. And the sign flashed out its warning, In the words that it was forming. And the signs said, The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls And tenement halls. And whisper’d in the sounds of silence. "回忆不在照片里啊"突然让我有些伤感，是啊，回忆在心上。
读完这部剧，就会了解到怎么才能和自己和解。原生家庭虽然有伤，成年独立的人可以脱去原生家庭的羁绊，重生过来。从爱自己，关心自己内在，呵护取悦自己的情绪，慢慢就会好起来的
他放弃工作，抛妻弃子，只为追寻绘画的梦想～他是自私的，没有责任心，但也很无辜，他的眼中不仅没有别人，甚至没有自己，用他自己的话来说“我必须画画，就像溺水的人必须挣扎。”他是个被梦想俘虏的人～一个人如何看待生活的意义，便也决定了他选择生活的道路～
每个人都经历了不为人知的故事，每个人都拥有自己无法言说的伤痛。 一方面我们会塑造记忆去欺骗，另一方面时间会带给我们遗忘。 这部剧刚读起来感觉很无厘头，直到每一个人的故事相遇到一起，才发现每一个人都有自己无法说出的过往与痛苦。 可喜的是，每个人或许都拥有伤痛，可是还是尽力地去生活，去用温柔对待别人。而在每个人都体贴温柔别人的时候，不经意间自己也被别人的行动温柔了。 这种串联到一起让人越看越治愈的故事，适合每一个嫌入焦虑与痛苦的人。 总会有一个人来到你面前温暖你！
可怜的、孱弱的、猜忌的、偏执的、被毒酒迷幻了灵魂的孩子，你到墨水河里去浸泡三天三夜——记住，一天也不能多，一天也不能少，洗净了你的肉体和灵魂，你就回到你的世界里去。在白马山之阳，墨水河之阴，还有一株纯种的红高粱，你要不惜一切努力找到它。你高举着它去闯荡你的荆棘丛生、虎狼横行的世界，它是你的护身符，也是我们家族的光荣的图腾和我们高密东北乡传统精神的象征！
编剧通过介绍看剧的好处告诉读者需进行每日必做的主动看剧而不是爱好消遣的被动看剧，其中A4学习法还是挺受用的
我们只是棋子，而且是卒子。这个世界是由比高层更高层的人在运作，小卒子什么都别想，一步一步往前走就是了，不需要想其他的事。
发现越是这样伟大的作品越是不知道如何形容，高考前读的最后一本剧，当时读到一半，后来每次一想到要凭着残存的记忆从中间接着读就觉得心累。刚好碰上在家上网课凭空多了大把的时间，就又津津有味的从头读起了。支配了我整整一周情绪的《Ausflug, Der》，读完依旧难以从中抽离。这部剧写战争，写社会，这爱情，写历史。即使是生活动荡战火纷飞的时代，编剧笔下的爱情依旧伟大而坚韧。不会因为以浩荡的历史为背景就使情感变得微不足道。一个个小人物跃然纸上，爱马甚于子的塔尔顿太太，唯唯诺诺的佩蒂姑妈，脾气暴躁的方丹家小子……更不用说斯嘉丽，玫兰妮，瑞特，阿希礼，越往下读越觉得似曾相识，像自己或是像身边的某个朋友。感觉自己好像也成为了亚特兰大的一员，成为了南方的一分子，为她背水一战，为她惋惜，爱她，恨她，渴望征服她。不是happy ending虽是必然，但也没把结局写死，让我依旧可以选择相信，幻想有一天，瑞特再次见到斯嘉丽，那份被埋藏心底的爱被唤醒……