<Beautiful Writing><If You Are Well, It Is a Sunny Day>
A person, a book, a cup of tea, a curtain of dreams. Standing at the crossroads of time, looking back at the simplicity and beauty of the past, feeling both comforted and sorrowful. Flowers bloom and fall, the wind sweeps the clouds away. Youth slips through the fingers like flowing sand; the stubbornness and recklessness of the past, after all, are so absurd and unrestrained. Amid the worldly clamor, one always wishes to lean alone by a quiet window in a serene and still space-time, savoring a pot of tea, carefully experiencing the passage of time and the aging of years. Time rolls on, life alternates, the world is endless. Love is a luxury; even knowing one cannot afford it, one still longs to possess it. She, Lin Huiyin, the white lotus many dream about. She loved three men: Xu Zhimo, Liang Sicheng, Jin Yuelin. Her love was rational, clear-headed, and calm. When love came in succession, she would make a brief stay, then leave without hesitation. Her resolute figure was supremely elegant. Because of this perfect idea, a talented man wrote her the most touching poems, while the other two quietly dedicated their lives to guarding her. One envies such a woman—confident and independent, brilliantly talented, exceptionally beautiful, gentle as water, quiet and indifferent. Always foolishly persistent, the body is merely a decoration; only the soul can be freely carried away, without needing to account to anyone. Longing for such love, a communication of souls, seeing the other as if seeing oneself in a mirror, unrelated to fleeting romance, only for sincerity. Carrying bright sorrow, melodious and as clear as the sea, counting the scattered loneliness on the ground. Because of a person, one falls in love with a city. Encountering someone takes just a moment. Falling in love with someone often takes a lifetime. It is precisely because of the heavy attachment to gains and losses that people become anxious and uncertain, breeding resentment and frustration, turning gloomy and heartbroken, losing all hope. Be a woman of calm and simplicity, live a steady life. Do not seek excessive care, do not hope for excessive prosperity, and do not mind how much happiness is felt. Just like Lin Huiyin's words, always without sighs or pain, always leaving only freshness and beauty. Watching every morning and dusk, silently counting the countless stars, savoring the beautiful scenery around. I stand in the golden wheat field, letting the breeze gently touch my hair, quietly waiting for the ordained destiny meant for me. He smiles, with understanding and gentleness, reaches out his hand to lead me along. We promise, a lifetime, never to abandon each other. A life, forever together.
