There is a passage in "Split Brocade" that says, "There is no so-called history, and there is no precipitation, so everything about it is light and fluffy, like the duckweeds on the water in a summer pond. They are green, but they are crowded together and grow lively, but they have no roots. They float. When a wave comes, they disperse. Everything is replaced, so we start all over again."
The heroine Fu Shengxin in the book is like duckweed on the water. No matter how many times she fell in love, there were more times of deception and betrayal. How many times she thought she had finally found support, but in the end it was just a bigger wave. Then, the excitement dissipated, and the vigorous love of the past turned into bubbles, another bubble of love. The story in the book may have been blurry for a long time, but the few sentences in it make people think about it for a long time and linger in their hearts. Mountains and rivers change, and people's hearts change. What can we persevere in? Is there any?
That's why I continue to write great articles, even though I know it's a bit confusing to follow a dog's tail. But unfortunately, after watching it for a long time, it is still unforgettable and makes me depressed. Only by resorting to writing may I be able to express some of my worries and hatreds.