I prefer this line: “Maple leaves branch upon branch, the riverside bridge veiled as evening sails linger.” This verse is attributed to the Tang Dynasty poet Yu Xuanji. The maple trees are lush and layered, covering the riverside bridge, making it hard to see returning sails for a long time. Longing flows endlessly, like poetry and water, like threads and strands; emotions drift like wind and rain, entangled like waves and red leaves. A season of maple red carries a curtain of heartfelt words. Thoughts twist and turn, finally settling gently, staining the red beans with longing.
When you truly love someone, that person often appears in your heart when you most want to forget them, and also when you are at your saddest and most lost moments. Yet you keep thinking and hesitating, never sure whether to share your feelings and troubles, because you care about the other person’s emotions and thoughts. However, the more you care, the easier it is to lose, and the more likely you are to get hurt.
Remember this: in this world, there will always be someone who dislikes you.
The essence of life exists within everyone’s heart. It is not merely rational understanding or cognition, nor is it simply external action. It is a feeling deep within the soul. Only when the soul truly perceives joy and sorrow does the meaning of life emerge. The happiness or sadness of the soul is not an abstract concept, but the most genuine and direct experience arising from within.
