What do you think is gentleness? Whisper? Thoughtful? These three stories will completely subvert your understanding.
"Poetry of Hundred Flowers": In full view of the public, why did Yun Jinshi, the favored son of heaven, stuff a hot red rose into "tomboy" Wen Wen's bottle of cold mineral water? He gave up the perfect goddess and chose the "boiling temperature" that protected him at all costs under the rough shell of his childhood sweetheart. This is not a romantic fairy tale, but a shocking interpretation of the essence of "gentleness" - love, only recognizing the hot truth in your bones.
"Fish": Yu Xincheng, a girl as lonely as a trapped animal, tightened her grip on the glowing "broken light" fish in her hand, the urge to destroy burning in her fingertips. The painter who gave her a glimmer of light and left quietly, ignited hope and then extinguished it with his own hands? Grandpa's old palm suppressed her madness, and a whisper was like thunder: "Let it go and tell other fish that it is dangerous here." This silent letting go is a deeper redemptive tenderness than companionship.
"Let Go": Huahua, a flower-loving boy, fell in a pool of blood, and the hydrangea petals in his arms were dyed dazzling red. He became a vegetative state, feeling the tears of his lover and the despair of his parents in the abyss of consciousness. When he heard that the "cornea" could allow others to "see flowers", he exhausted the last strength of his soul and held Xiang Yi's hand back - this was not a signal for survival, but a silent instruction across life and death: "Look at the flowers for me." The seed mixed with blood and flowers finally broke through the ground in spring. To be gentle to this point is to use life as a candle to light up the everlasting glimmer of light.
Intention: gentle