It is like the return of an old friend.

The first acquaintance with the king is like the return of an old friend.

This is a slogan on a cigarette during the Republic of China, with a touch of melancholy and a trace of beautiful mood.

The first acquaintance with the king is like the return of an old friend. It is like meeting a person in the faint time, bowing his head, looking back, in a trance, seems to see the old friend coming slowly from the depths of the years, inexplicably happy in his heart. When I woke up, I found that I was not an old friend, but a person I met for the first time. A touch of loneliness, shallow joy, entangled in the heart, lingering.

When I went to the antiquities market, I saw this cigarette case in front of an old shop. It, called Camellia, is the name of a cigarette. It is really poetic. Camellia lay quietly in the glass cabinet, the corners a little yellowed, looking at it through the glass, as if separated by a thin layer of old time.

Camellia, is a lady's cigarette, the moon white cigarette box, printed with a red camellia, layer upon layer blooming, naked red, like the burning cigarette butts in the moonlight of the night. Next to the flowers, it is written that the acquaintance with Junchu is like the return of an old friend. Beside the burning camellias, these two poems are indifferent and silent, but they are more thrilling than the fiery camellias.

The owner of this shop is a rare old man who has had a lot of character since the Republic of China. According to him, during the Republic of China, many celebrities and women were infatuated with this kind of smoke, just because it was like getting to know each other at the beginning of the monarch. In the wind and dust, there must be people with temperament. So many women, standing in the turbulent dust of the Republic of China, holding a cigarette, looking at the people in front of them, their eyes are lonely, I do not know whether they are missing their old friends or thinking about today.

It was evening when he came out of the antique market. In the pavilion at the head of the bridge, I saw a woman leaning against the pavilion, slowly smoking. In the setting sun, the woman was holding a thin cigarette, and the light golden twilight fell on her, stunning and amorous feelings. Gently spit out thick faint smoke, floating in the evening wind, the whole person has a lonely ancient meaning, an inexplicable amorous feelings. Perhaps, in the Republic of China, those women who smoked camellias cigarettes were the same, lonely smoking, looking at the first acquaintance of today, lonely nostalgia for the past.

Old friend, old friend. Anita Mui also sang about her old friend at that time, condensing the past into a plum blossom on her lips. Listen to Anita Mui sing "like an old friend", light and slow, the voice with a strong sense of ancient vicissitudes, as well as the flavor of the old days. As soon as I opened my mouth, I felt that the years were rolling in like a tide. This is something that others cannot learn. Later, when he Yunshi sang the song, it did not seem to have the meaning of an old friend. It seems to be an old friend, but unfortunately, it is today's person, the bright moon at that time, and today's colorful clouds, not the old friend of that year.

It seems to be an old friend. Only Anita Mui understands.

Anita Mui sang "like an old friend." as soon as she opened her mouth, she was shocked and moved, pulling you into the depths of the old time. She tasted like an old friend, but it was lonely and sad that no one came. A sentence, is to pour out to the old friend, a sentence, is telling the story of yesterday to the time.

It seems to be an old friend. When we chase and where we will get together again, it seems to be an old friend. Leave you or me and grow old in the world. Singing like this, memories have been mixed with time scattered all over the place, a touch, full of eyes, all the time of the dead.

Looking at the poster of Anita Mui singing this song at that time, in black and white, her eyes drooped, her eyes were silent, and she held a cigarette in her hand and put it to her lips. Cold and gorgeous, lonely and lonely, in such an arrogant and cold style, she is nostalgic for her old friend.

My friend told me that we are not the first acquaintance in this life, but meet again in another life. Speaking of which, it's really romantic and beautiful. Think about it, in an ordinary time, encounter a person, feel familiar with previous lives, there seem to be inextricable stories between each other. The first acquaintance with the king is like the return of an old friend. It is precisely this kind of feeling, metaphysical, not clear, Tao does not understand, only care about the soul, care about the soul.

There is a friend who likes photography very much, especially women. She took a picture of the woman, the figure is very thin, lonely eyes, seems to come out from a certain period of time, a lifetime fragrance, a glance in the past. Like an old friend, a friend of the past. Come here in this way, quietly, as if the old friend had returned.

She showed me a recent picture of herself in black and white, cold, clear and gorgeous, like a woman coming out of the painting. Her vegetarian hand held an actor mask, covering half her face, with a touch of strange witchcraft, frightening and soul-stirring. The exposed half of the face, extremely white, like moonlight sprinkled on the lonely snow, with indifferent coolness.

Look at this picture, the heart seems to stop for a moment, as if thousands of memories flow by like smoke clouds. Is it an old friend of a previous life, looking at me through reincarnation? Or, through the years, I saw the old friend of the previous life?

What an old friend. She came from a previous life, like an actor, fell into the wind and dust of this life, still temperament, still moving.

The first acquaintance with the king is like the return of an old friend. In the end, still, still full of nostalgia for the past, previous life, this life, the afterlife, are my old friends ah.