"You can't see the drizzle in wet clothes, and the idle flowers fall to the ground silently." Every time I read this sentence, I can't help but lament the loneliness of the drizzle and the idle flowers. When the misty drizzle falls on Luo Shan drop by drop, who says the feelings are not overwhelming? Otherwise, why would the whole dress be soaked? When the soft flowers dance and spin on the bluestone road, who says this feeling is not heroic? Otherwise, why would the entire secluded path be covered? However, they are "invisible" and "hearing silently".
——Excerpted from "Dry Rain and Idle Flowers"
How can I love you so that you can feel it?