[Beautiful Essay] Flowers Bloom and Wither, Meeting Again by Fate

Everyone comes into this world as a fleeting passerby. Some people we encounter are forgotten as we turn away; others we brush past, yet we inevitably look back and keep them in our hearts. The moon waxes and wanes, people experience joy and sorrow, reunion and separation; this matter, since ancient times, has never been fully perfect!\ Life is full of vicissitudes. With the waxing and waning, the gathering and parting, do these experiences count as the deepest suffering of the heart? Why do farewells always fill the heart with endless melancholy and endless grief? There will always be moments when one doesn't want to eat, sleep, speak, or even breathe—afraid of each separation, yet each one is unavoidable, the parting is inescapable!\ Actually, I am especially grateful for every encounter in life; they always allow a person, whether emotionally or mentally, to gain growth and achieve dreams to some extent. I still remember the initial melancholy and sadness, the unbearable emotions, and now the calm composure and serene demeanor. Ultimately, in our hearts, it is the journey of experiencing trials, which both I and you will eventually forget. Time tells me that the age of unreasonable fussiness has passed, and it is time to be sensible.\ In life, no one can escape emotional entanglements, be it friendship or love. But many times, the years passed, the moments of togetherness, ultimately cannot withstand the passage of time, the erosion of years. A flower blooms for a season; before it can be tended, it quickly withers. This is roughly the journey of life. There are always mountains to climb, rivers to cross, winds to face, and rains to endure. In the end, people still scatter across the world, nowhere to be found. Occasionally thinking of them brings nostalgia and sorrow. For those who drift further away, I only wish them new beautiful sceneries to experience, moments of emotional impact, and joy. As for those years that have passed, they settle in our hearts as the most beautiful memories. Sometimes, fate is just this marvelous: what you want to hold onto, you only realize at the end that it was just a fleeting dream; what you never thought to compete for, is inhaled like air without notice, and when you want to let go, you realize you cannot escape it, cannot abandon it, cannot release it.\ Life's bitter and sweet experiences, the heart understands, but the pain is kept silent, felt alone, because we know life will not always be smooth. There are emotions that are sometimes melancholy, sometimes tangled, yet the entanglement remains unsaid, hidden in the heart, because we know that life will not always be perfect. The heartbreak, the pain, let us witness the myriad experiences of the world.That bitterness, that sorrow, let us fully taste the myriad flavors of life.\ Yet, when the music ends, I do not leave. To gather and to part is just the ordinary; without separation, how could there be a reunion? I cannot help but ask this.\ Can words retain the memories of fleeting years, those moods, those imaginings, that can only remain on paper, including the sadness mixed within the years… Quietly thinking, one ultimately becomes fragile. When looking back, a person secretly sheds tears; sometimes, one just wants to sit quietly, stare blankly, and then tears flow inexplicably…\ Sometimes, what should not linger must leave hurriedly… To stay where one should linger, perhaps, is another kind of growth. Neither sad nor joyful, neither noisy nor disturbing. 2014 will eventually pass, only those diaries captured the shadows of all times…\ Time hides a faint happiness, only because there is a shallow remembrance…\ If you can shout twenty-one times every day, 'I don't need to be troubled by this little parting,' you will find that there is an incredible strength in your heart. Give it a try! I once read this sentence in some book.\ Although we cannot stay in the past, nor can we return to it, we can still cherish and recall the past. Life is like a cup of tea, bitter and sweet, sour and colorful. Let us feel life and accept life, my dear friend!\ Though far apart, true friends are still near at heart. Do not worry about having no comrades on the road ahead; in the world, who does not know you!