The Buddha Says Nothing - Partridge Heaven (Collection of Xing Zhang's Legacy in Western Yunnan)

Love and death are the same when they are at their strongest, but the vigorous love eventually calms down. Your love, your sincerity, eventually lost to identity, life, and daily necessities. You no longer believed that you had ever been young and green, and were forced to walk into a life that you could see at a glance. Your true love gradually faded under the wash of life. It turned out that it was lost to everyone. When the passion of love fades away, there is a deserted background. The freedom you want and the security you want pull each other apart, dividing love piece by piece under the gear of time. All the common experiences are like the dried salt stains on the apex of the heart, and finally turn into the dull pain hidden in summer and the conditioned reflection of countless flashbacks. You split yourself into two souls, one to long for love, one to stay away from love, cut open your heart, and what scares you is not the pain, but the sober pessimism. You even know that this relationship will end in vain, and the words will be broken, and you are so calm. You were still friends after you separated. When the relationship ended, he smiled and waved goodbye to you. You seemed to see the other person in your memories, still fresh and bright. You also smiled and waved to him. Maybe you will meet again in a long time. You spent a happy time together, too short for this lifetime. Very long, you will miss it for the rest of your life. When you meet again, you hold each other's hands. The other person's facial features are more sophisticated and sophisticated, and you are no longer tempted. You greet each other softly, like old friends. At that moment you understand that old love can return to the river. The new river bank is warm in spring and willows are green, and you don't have to wade back. Meeting old friends is like a clear river You always love seriously and lose seriously. You see the years you passed by gently. No fuss, no heartbreak, no more expectations. You know, that's the landscape you have to walk through This hatred lasts forever When you revisit your old place, it's still that pool of spring water. In April, when all your beauty has faded, you suddenly understand the meaning of that love. At least he brought it for you Memories of "leaning against the door and looking back, sniffing the green plums" Bland, so bland. I can't define you. I may be a rumor maker or an outsider, but I just watch. I am trapped in the memory of others and even fictitious memories of others. But I see that your love/friendship is something I have never felt before, pure, untainted, and sacred. The moon and sixpence, the fish and the bear's paw, freedom and firewood, rice, oil and salt. Stress, energy, work, time They are so mature, really, I'm sure, they didn't make a fuss, they really understood, they really loved each other, they really loved each other well, they took the initiative to let go, release, smile, hug, and say goodbye Contradictory to what we often hear about breakups. This is too casual Why? If you don't want him to be a prisoner of love, in a certain sense, you are not BE, but He. Your love is so great, it is fulfillment, it is expectation. You stand side by side with gratitude and forge ahead. You don't want to linger to see him sad. You really love him, he is so excellent, and he, your heart, does not have to be compromised for anyone. The greatest love in the world is never possession, but: "I want you to fly higher, even if there is no me on that road." It's not a tragic ending, but a heroic exit. They don't cry, fight, or torture each other. They gave each other the freest love in the most mature way. Concept: Xing Jiadong and Zhang Yi