"The migratory bird flying south stopped migrating because it admired a withered flower, but he witnessed the most beautiful death; the stop-and-go wind lost the gentlest rain because it embraced the homeless catkins; a cloud carrying an immortal missed the scorching sunshine because it retreated, but he will eventually embark on a higher journey."
Life is often like this. We rely on a few good memories and a brief longing for the future to calmly get through the dark years in front of us.
And in the current darkness, we are lost, sinking, miserable, tossing and turning in love, and even raise a gun to point at the young man in our heart.
But we also grow in love and become soft in the embrace of love. Who can judge whether these misses and misunderstandings are regrets or luck? All encounters will always wait for time to give the correct answer.
Sad or beautiful, regretful or happy, there is always an ending to look forward to.
But we are still lucky in the end. In our unique youth, we fell in love with such a gentle and beautiful person, and gave that full love to a worthy person. Even if I didn't get any response, even if I was in so much pain and never felt relieved, even though the love was bloody, even though the love was inferior in the eyes of others, this is a feeling that cannot be given to the second person. If the love is worth it, our youth is worth it.
Even if there is no result, it is still a wanton youth.
I used to say things like "a good deck of cards is ruined", but it took me many years to realize how arrogant and condescending it was. Living is just a process of waiting for the story to come to light, but you have seen her later.
"You have loved before, you have loved wrong, and you know how to be rich."
Intention: Live well, be serious and happy.