Love does not know where it starts

"The ginkgo biloba that night was swaying gently in the night breeze. In the clear light, it looked like a picture of many years." A mountain in a small courtyard luxuriant ginkgo tree, a period of entanglement half a century of human ghost love. This past life, can not seek, love to leave, the man's ghost love to the depths, suddenly back under the ginkgo tree, only to wait for this life has forgotten his lover. Ginkgo Biloba, Ginkgo Biloba, a short story by female writer Xu LAN, is a good medicine in a world where true love is becoming increasingly rare.

I came into contact with this work because of her adaptation of Love Has an Afterlife, which was directed and played by Yu Feihong himself, which could be called the Chinese version of Ghost. During the watching, I could not be moved by the plot of the film, and I had a sour nose several times until I wept at the end. Maybe love has always been such twists and turns of things, always difficult to complete, you love her when she does not love you, even bear the belief of vendetta. You kept a distance from her, even willing to shave her hair, morning bell and evening drums, vegetarian clothes and vegetarian food, looking forward to Buddha can save their own, but later, the proud woman, stubborn eyes, day by day gradually for you soft, you never expect the smile unexpectedly appeared in her mouth, for her monastic and how, still not for her to keep under the ginkgo tree 53 years. The line "Tea is cold, let me refill it for you" is used 15 times in the film. No sign of languor, a sound, but more can not stop sad sad.

"Ginkgo, Ginkgo" cleverly blends a somber and eerie atmosphere into its long, intermittent dialogue, and the woman knows from the start that she is talking to a ghost, but she is undeterred. And the deep feeling in the eyes of the ghost that flutters away, she only remembers his lover from a previous life. She quietly listened to the ghost's past life stories, sometimes confiding her inner thoughts, one by one unintentionally let the emotional changes become more clear as the story progresses gradually. The days in the temple are their most beautiful time, the retribution will eventually come, when everything happens, everything has been irredeemable, until the killing, blood under the ginkgo tree where they are sitting in the present world. The blend of plot and atmosphere in the novel is so exquisitely sad, the thick love that cannot be opened, the ironing of the reincarnation of the crazy, all blend into a place, condensed into countless readers' eyes tears.

"Whose blood, drop by drop, sinks into the roots of the earth, whose eyes gaze sadly upon me, dreaming, waking, in the past, in this life? When I turned around, I saw the monk, smiling at me with tears in his eyes." To make a pact under the ginkgo tree for 53 years, she would still be surrounded by the best friend in the world, calm and happy, and he is content, safely choose reincarnation. The next day, looking at the hospital overnight dead ginkgo trees, the woman finally if the enlightenment, reflecting the rising sun, finally burst into tears.

Legend has it that ginkgo biloba is a particularly long-lived tree. Once rooted in a certain place, it will stick to it for generations, and love? If love has the next life how good, how can people in love miss again. On second thought, if it is not the love can not be together, go round and round and not to ask for more people sigh aftertaste. Love, the dead can live, the living can die. Love, there is no afterlife and what? Love does not know, but a deep.