Youth is often accompanied by melancholy; in this season, we learn to feel sad. If the years are peaceful, we should nurture our body and mind; if times are dark, we should undergo more trials. The most confusing aspect of life is not that no one understands you, but that you do not understand yourself.
We bow to Heaven and Earth, and from then on, we endure the wife's temper; we bow to our parents, and must also please the mother-in-law; the couple bows to each other, and from then on, we tighten our belts; entering the bridal chamber, I kneel on the floor while she sleeps on the bed; sigh, I am a sheep and she is a wolf, marriage is a long sentence of life.
Some things are not as easy to give up as we say. What we imagine is like a star in the sky, never to be picked. You can only look up at it, using this most laborious posture, to gaze at its sparkling beauty. Can letting go really be as simple as releasing an object?
A person comes into the world alone and will face death alone. One evidence of this loneliness is pain: when you are in pain, others cannot truly empathize; you can only endure, experience, and face it alone.
The spring rain is inherently romantic. In March, the wind softly warms my temples and eyebrows. The March rain whispers of intimacy under my umbrella. I follow the footprints of spring, walking alone amidst the brilliant reds and purples.
I love how you furrow your brows gently, like the soft sand sinking lightly by my feet as I walk by the seaside. Liking someone is when you play scissors and I play cloth; Loving someone is when I play cloth, and you hold my hand with care.