In your life, close, very close to you, there exists a person.
He is never cherished by anyone, never loved by anyone, always living in a world of pain. He also wants to have many friends who care, and a wonderful girl to like him.
When such a person uses your happy life as a mirror and lives a completely opposite life as a comparison, do you also feel an impulse to give him a helping hand?
It's like a benevolent aid, with the act behind it carrying the thrill of saving.
But you know, you will not always reach out like this, nor will you willingly be bound by an obligation that appears out of nowhere.
In your heart, you repeatedly say: This really has nothing to do with love. I am very grateful that you made me feel a kind of honor, but truly, this has nothing to do with love.
It's like every coming-of-age movie having a heartbreakingly sad ending. When the melancholic music plays, a theme emerges that signifies trauma and hope, growth and regret.
Everything seems unforgettable.
(Saved in My Original Column 1) 'A Heavy Movie, A Light Life'
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What is mine will eventually be mine. I am ultimately just a passerby to you. You never truly loved me. It was destined that nothing would ever happen between us. Destiny, destiny, it's just destiny. No matter how I try to cross the distance, no matter how I try to get close to you, you will still leave me. I miss you so much, I really, really miss you, I really, really want to see you.
Not longing for the fleeting splendor of the mortal world, not writing about the troubles of the mundane life, not sighing at the desolation of the world, not stirring sorrowful feelings, only hoping that in the twilight years, I can sit quietly in the garden under the moon, leisurely watching the flowers bloom and wither, and talk about the fleeting years of life with a smile.
Not disturbing is the best way to handle it. But the regret in my heart cannot be erased for a long time.
The red spider lily blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years. Flowers and leaves do not meet for a thousand years. Fate ends and fate begins, dancing gracefully. Flowers do not understand words but nod their heads. Buddha saves my heart, Buddha sighs in emptiness.
Flowers bloom on the other shore, yet the shore does not exist; the soul falls into the Forgetful River, yet the river still flows. Drunk, unaware of the vast mists and waves; in dreams, faintly seeing the cold lights.
A tree of peach blossoms, an old site, all of these are so beautiful and elegant. When the wind and sand arrive, I forget, forget the words of the flowers falling petal by petal, forget those old sites full of sorrow, even forget you, forget the profound joys and sorrows with you, forget that time will eventually be like water... silent... and now, I know, my heart is missing a mouth, that crack is not deep.
There are three sufferings in life: the first suffering is that you cannot get what you want, so you are in pain; the second suffering is that even when you get it, it is nothing special, so you feel pain; the third suffering is that you give up easily, and later realize that it was actually so important in your life, so you feel pain.
A river of bright moonlight, looking back, who is missing. A cup of turbid wine, meeting, who got drunk. A year's spring affairs, the peach blossoms, who have turned red. A glance back, in mortal ties, who did I meet. A touch of telepathy, true feelings, to whom were they given. A word of care, to the ends of the earth, who was it sent. A bout of desolation, a letter of fish, to whom was it sent. A curtain of dreams, leaning on the railing, thinking of whom. A night of frost wind, snow and rain sent to whom. A low song, talent and passion, who was infatuated. A kind of longing, idle sorrow, given to whom.
Alone I wander the world with the dust and wind, everywhere north and south are wild grasses and flowers; Do not blame the spring for being once wasted, the midday sun and autumn moon are even more elegant.
Self: Without a sense of self, your life becomes bland and tasteless. Childlike heart: No matter how old you are, your heart cannot grow old. Music: Without music, your life is incredibly dull. Romance: Occasionally being romantic, that feeling is like a bird flying. Elegance: An elegant woman is a beautiful and confident woman. Reflection: Before you get angry, give yourself ten minutes to think.
Flowers bloom along the path, intoxicating the dusty world, enchanting the wind and moon; in dreams, flowers fall, causing grief to the beloved and thinning the fair cheeks. The east wind is weak and the hundred flowers wither; flowers fall in dreams—who knows how much? Half-rolled curtains, the beloved murmurs in sleep, saying: each petal holds sorrow, each leaf carries pain. One day we meet, one night we part; looking back, flowers are no longer flowers, dreams are no longer dreams. When the brilliance fades, who is it that still gently counts the fallen yellow flowers everywhere? Fallen flowers form a tomb; who is it that still silently sweeps the spring's scattered petals?
Gallop: If you are truly tired, then rest; you must learn to treat yourself kindly. - Purity: Be a lotus that grows from the mud yet remains unstained. - Courage: Be a brave spirit, not fearing that the storm will tear your wings apart. - Lovable: I firmly believe that a woman is beautiful because she is lovable. - As a person, one must first maintain their true nature, because only then can one be relaxed and happy. Secondly, one should not be greedy, should not make pointless assumptions, nor should one indulge in unrealistic fantasies. - In this dazzling era, many people are becoming increasingly confused, unsure of how to live. One should not lose oneself in blind imitation. I believe that in a restless environment, one must maintain their true self. Maintaining one's true self does not mean clinging to the past or resisting progress, but rather being good at discovering one's strengths and preserving one's uniqueness. - One must endure solitude to ultimately enjoy prosperity. Between people, it is not only appearance and youth that matter; sometimes, experience and wisdom are even more important. A person with experience and wisdom is like a masterpiece that has endured through generations; although it may be worn, it is more valuable, unique, and irreplaceable. - Those who understand life are both ambitious and accepting of fate; they are strong in adversity, cautious in joy, aware of their sufficiency and insufficiency, take action where necessary and refrain where not, and happiness arises naturally in this balanced way. When a person finds their own love, their own role, and their own place, their charm becomes unstoppable.
Orderly when busy, natural when idle; many coincidences in favorable times, many inevitabilities in adverse times; accept gains calmly, accept losses happily; remain indifferent when praised, stay composed when criticized. Comprehend these eight states of mind, and life will be carefree.
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