The Color Red

I still remember the moment we first met.

Her face was hidden behind a cluster of red flowers, and her eyes, bright as cold stars, captivated him instantly.

Wang Guowei once said that anyone who achieves great things or profound scholarship must pass through three stages.

First: Last night the west wind withered the green trees. Alone, I climbed the high tower and gazed to the end of the world.

Second: My belt grows looser, yet I have no regrets, though for her I grow haggard.

Third: I searched for him a thousand times among the crowd. Suddenly, I turned around, and there he was, where the lights were fading.

Is love not the same?

Searching and searching, traveling through dust and wind, then suddenly turning around to find that person still there, where the lights are fading.

Nothing in this world is more beautiful.

Theme: The best kind of love is the kind that makes you feel at ease.