罗俊·胡适德说：“谢谢，有时深夜是人类心灵最为强大的一味催化剂，它可以瞬间引导人的主观情绪。而这种所谓的主观情绪通常都是与‘悲戚’、‘忧愁’这些词语有着直接关系的本命题。我不知道自己是否是感性抑或是天性，还是老人那种“浸泡了太久江南这种介质使然”的论调。当深夜时翻阅一些书籍，或者是某部电影时，一些催动人内心情绪的画面总会让我有种突然间想要大哭的冲动。而事实是，我确实很大程度上会被那种情绪所牵动，从而导致自己无声的泪流，甚至满面。事后我总会感到极为沉重的歉疚，为这种自认为的懦弱而感到无限羞耻。”
罗文通常在夜里翻看郁达夫旧体诗词，念给老人听，其中隐约传来的一句“钟定月沉人不语，两行清泪落琵琶”，又浮现在罗兰·京尔格的耳边，瞬间让我变得无限忧愁起来。时常带着种近乎戏谑成分的口吻向友人们调侃“只恨我晚生了一个世纪”。是名士们的风流，还是多情，这些眼下我们无从得知，唯一可以揭示出些许信息的也只有依靠那些得以幸运遗留下来的书籍。这是历史不变的本质，也是一种昭显命运论调的必然。我无法得知民国文人们的风流多情，那种近乎于颟顸似的推测，基于理性层面上来说似乎总是那么的幼稚，那么的苍白乏力。但是不得否认：任何人心中都有一处软弱的空档，它的四周被层层障碍覆裹着。当被外界某些不经意的介质所触及时，总会很自然地解开那些凌乱的保护色，从而窥探到其中的本质。
罗俊·胡适德 说道：“这种现象也许是人类的悲哀，更是被现代人极为采纳的不可知矛盾，矛盾从来都是无法正面解释的。哥特式的论调被广泛的吸引，究其本身而言，也许是种臻于可逃避式的客观因素。人为何会难以去正视自己的本心、会不断地通过一些特定的方式以此来逃避？我无法给出答案，也许这个话题已经不断上升到了哲学的范畴之内。尘世之下的风雨中逃不过一朵盛开的花，我们不断将厚厚的障碍物掩盖上自己那处原本极为柔软的地方。世界上从来没有相对的事和物，不断为自己掩盖的时候，厚重的障碍物总会磨破柔软的心灵之花，然后开始流血，直至愈发沉重。为何我的眼中常含泪水？不是我爱得深沉，而是伤痛之处不断传来的知觉。当我们的双眼中再也流不出一汪清澈的泪水，那种纯洁如同甘泉似的泪水。那么你和我，彼与他，又如何来正视这个原本就已污浊的大千世界呢？”
老人突然开始感到有些害怕，也许我不断阐述的同时，也正在不停往自己心灵上覆盖、堆积，从而掩饰了真正的自己。我深切明白自己的伪装，以及为自己戴上的不同型号类型的面具。缘由为何，似乎明了但又极为模糊。后现代的意识束缚住了太多的东西，而我也不能幸免，以及你，还有他。抽完一支烟后，深夜下寂静而又喧嚣的都市，一盏灯，一支烟，一本书，也许还有一群你。
Hushide · Junluo said: "Thank you, sometimes late at night is the most powerful human mind blindly catalyst, it can guide the person’s subjective emotional moment, while the so-called subjective feelings are usually with the ’grief’, ’sadness’ of these words has a direct relationship between the proposition and I do not know whether it is emotional or is it nature, or the elderly that "soak too long south of this medium dictates" argument, when late at night to read some books, or a film, some reminders moving picture of the inner emotions always make you want to cry I felt a sudden impulse. the fact is, I really would be largely affects the kind of emotions, leading to their silent tears, and even sounded and afterwards I always feel very heavy guilt, for this self-perceived weakness and feel infinite shame. "
Luo wen fu style poem usually in the night look at the word, read to the elderly to listen, which vaguely heard of a "bell given month do not sink language, two lines of clear Leila pipa", has emerged in the Jingerge · lanluo ear, I instantly become infinite sadness together. Often with a species almost joking tone to the composition of the friends of ridicule, "I hate a century Younger." Celebrities who are romantic, or sentimental, which now we do not know, the only way to reveal a little information and only rely on the legacy of those books to be lucky. This is a historical constant of nature, is a Zhao was the inevitable fate of an argument. I did not know people’s romantic passionate Republican paper, like the kind of near-han speculate, based on a rational level, it always seems so naive, so pale and weak. But shall not be denied: no one has a weak gap, it is surrounded by layers of barriers to follow-wrapped. When the outside world some of the media inadvertently touched, there will always naturally unlock the protection of those messy color to get a glimpse into the nature of them.
Hushide · Junluo said: "This phenomenon may be the human tragedy, it is unknown adopted by most modern conflicts, contradictions are not always positive interpretation. Gothic style of argument is widely attracted its own study and words, perhaps the kind of reaching to evade the type of objective factors why people find it difficult to face up to their hearts and opening up, will continue through some of the particular way in order to escape? I can not give the answer, maybe this topic has been rising to the philosophical scope. earthly escape the rain under a blooming flower, we will continue to cover up his own thick barrier that was quite soft at the place the world has never been a relative matter and materials, continue to cover up their own time, always worn heavy obstacles flower soft heart, and then started to bleed until the increasingly heavy. why often with tears in my eyes? not me dearly, but the pain of office perception has been heard, when our eyes never Liu Buchu in a puddle of clear tears, the kind of purity as the Oasis-like tears, then you and me, he with him, and how to address this had been polluted Boundless it? "
The old man suddenly began to feel some fear, perhaps I have been described, but also in his own mind is constantly on the cover, accumulation, and thus hide the true self. I fully understand their disguise, and put the different models for their own type of mask. Reason why, it seems clear but extremely vague. Post-modern consciousness bound hand too much, but I can not escape, and you have him. Smoked a cigarette, the night under the hustle and bustle of the city but still, a lamp, a cigarette, a book, perhaps a group of you.
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