I use my heart to pluck a bright bloom from the May blossoms, inviting you into a painting. I paint a scene of meeting like flowers, watching them sway gracefully in the wind, fresh and elegant for you, vibrant and colorful for you; I paint a scene of willow branches conveying affection, at the ferry of longing, where reunions and partings linger, writing the cycle of love; I paint a scene of Jiangnan's misty rain, where expectations gaze through autumn waters under an oil-paper umbrella, releasing the fragrance of lilacs, beautifying a thousand years of romantic poems; I paint a scene of worldly joy, playing high mountains and flowing water, catching a light breeze in the strings, with a soul as pure as snow, relying on each other amidst the clouds and waters.
Trying desperately to please someone, fearing that a single mistake will make them dislike you—this is not love, but people-pleasing; feeling more in love after a breakup, feeling like you cannot live without them—this is not love, but unwillingness to let go.
An alma mater is a place we can criticize a thousand times a day, yet will not allow anyone else to say a single bad word about it.
If you fail to keep your word, I curse you to never find a seasoning packet in your instant noodles for the rest of your life.
If you charge forward using your usual methods and cannot overcome the obstacle, you will either vanish or become a swamp; you must let the wind lead you to your destination.
What is a spouse? It is warming each other every night and striving together every day; it is longing when apart and silence when together. The most important people in our lives may not do anything earth-shattering, but they will simply stay with you, watch over you, and protect you, walking through both blooming flowers and raging waves, from beginning to end, never to part.
Be a pragmatic person. No matter what you are learning, you must immerse yourself completely to achieve real results.
Forget the years, forget the pain, forget your flaws; let us never say goodbye.