Eternal Burning

For non-religious people, it was just an ordinary day, and who's birthday didn't matter.

Stop watching ballet, come and play with us? I will sing a lot of songs, and I will sing them to you when the time comes.

I suddenly realized what seemed to me to be the perfect date — watching a ballet with a lover on Christmas Eve and giving out a gift that I made myself on the street late at night after the show. In his opinion, it may be too rustic.

He is a thrill seeker and loves extreme sports, how could I have thought he was interested in ballet?

It was incredible that he could be interested in me.

No, it's inconvenient for me... It was a carnival between him and his friends, I'm an outsider and a teacher, so it's embarrassing to go. Besides, it's really inconvenient.

There is nothing inconvenient, just sit there if you don't want to talk to others, and I will accompany you when you are not singing.

no need. Go play. I turned him down again.

Seeing that it was difficult to persuade me, he stopped trying.

All right. He said I could accompany you on Christmas Day.

I lightly smiled and said: OK.

Hanging up the phone and looking at the powerful male ballet dancer on the poster, I dialed the ticket hotline and bought a performance ticket with an accessible seat.

Christmas Eve happened to be Friday, and because it was still early, I went home after get off work and went to the theater after dinner.

When entering the venue, the staff will distribute a booklet to each audience, roughly telling the story background and creative inspiration of the entire ballet.

I read the booklet carefully. At about 9:30, the whole theater slowly darkened, and the voices of the auditorium gradually stopped.

The curtain slowly opened, and the first act of the dance began.

The prince lived a very depressed life since he was a child. His mother was indifferent and selfish, and never gave him any warmth. In desperation, he came to the lake to end his life, when a group of swans appeared.

The prince was attacked by a flock of geese, and when he was helpless, a beautiful male swan appeared and rescued him. He gradually became intimate with the swan, and he couldn't help but fall in love with each other.

The swan is strong, elegant and masculine, all of which are what the prince yearns for.

He played intimately with the swan and loved him with all his heart.

But it was dawn, and he had to go back to the suffocating palace for a boring ball.

To his surprise, he saw his beloved swan again at the ball. The other party was dressed in black and was still as elegant and charming.

He wanted to come forward, but the swan didn't know him, turned his head and made out with his mother.

The prince was completely devastated. His heart was broken, and the last thing he cared about in the world was gone.

Back in the bedroom, the prince was lying on the high bed, and reached out his hand in pain, reaching for the fantasy swan in the hope of redemption. But the swan finally failed to appear heroically again. He was attacked by the geese and fell down with scars at the highest cháo of the music, and the prince lowered his hand for help after that.

The queen was devastated when she found out that her son died, and in the mirror symbolizing the illusion, the prince was held in the arms of a swan, and his soul finally rested in peace.

The curtain was closed, and the mood was still in shock. Some applause came from the audience one after another. When the curtain was opened again, a group of dancers called the curtain, and the audience recovered their hearts.

On the way to the parking lot, my mood was still not fully recovered, and my mind was full of the prince and the swan.

All beauty is but an illusion, and cold depression is the cruel reality.

In the hallucination, the swan loves the prince. But in reality, he doesn't care about him at all.

According to Hegel, tragedy is the highest peak of literary art, while Schopenhauer believes that music should stand at the top of aesthetics. Combining the two, tonight's tragic ballet can be said to be the pinnacle of art.

As soon as the engine was started, Shang Muxiao's call came. The sound was a little drunk, and the surroundings were very noisy. It should be that the birthday party has not yet ended.

Teacher, come and pick me up... His voice was sluggish, and he could smell alcohol through the phone. I was drinking and couldn't drive.

I looked at the time, it was already twelve o'clock.

Where are you?

He reported an address, which happened to be not far from the Grand Theater, and drove for at most half an hour.

Wait, I'll be there in about half an hour.

He smiled inexplicably: OK, I'll wait for you.

After a moment of silence, no one hung up.

I simply connected the car's bluetooth and talked to him while driving.

How do you drink so much?

They keep feeding me. He seemed to have changed his posture, and there was a sound of clothes rustling. In fact, he only drank two or three glasses, but one of them was mixed with some kind of alcohol. When he drank it, he felt very sick, and now he still feels a little nauseous. .

How can you mix and drink wine, you are too stupid.

They are messing around, I'm very good.

In this way, we chatted with each other all the way. When we were about to reach the place, a uniform countdown suddenly sounded on the other end of the phone.

10, 9, 8, 7\u0026he

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