Eighteen is a dazzling age—a period of passion, joy, and deep reflection, standing at the crossroads of one's past and future. May you have a wonderful eighteenth birthday!
Young man, will you wait for me? Wait for me to style my hair, to shape my brows, to paint my lips, and to take your surname. Young man, will you wait for me? Wait for me until my hair reaches my waist, my brows resemble willows, my lips are like sand, and I put on a crimson wedding dress for you.
The autumn wind rises, and fallen leaves return to their roots; the still water flows east, and the moon shines on a lonely night. To many, autumn brings a sense of desolation and loneliness. Many feel the "melancholy of autumn" in this season, lamenting the impermanence of life.
Perhaps when facing hardship, we feel intense pain and want to give up on life. But we will persevere. No matter how tearful or helpless we are at the beginning, time is the best medicine to heal all hidden wounds.
At the end of life, a wife asked her husband, "Every time we eat fish, you give me the head. I know you like the body, but you don't have to give it all to me every time." The old man replied, "Ah, I love the fish head most, but I couldn't bear to eat it, so I suppressed my desire and gave it to you..." I do not like this kind of life. Many people believe they are sacrificing silently for others, but in reality, it may just be a mutual misunderstanding. What we give is often what we think the other person needs, when in fact, it is what we ourselves want to give. Many people live trapped within these shackles of human sentiment and emotional blackmail.