Changshengdu

He once thought that having endless years was the most generous gift from God; he thought that he could travel across the mountains and rivers of the world, see all the prosperity of the world, and no longer have to fear separation or regret that he could not fulfill his wish in time. We once walked together in the misty rain, watched the sunrise and sunset together in the south of the Yangtze River, made tea and talked together under the moon, and we were together in the dusk, staying together year after year. But time will never be merciful, and her black hair was stained with white frost, which eventually turned into a handful of loess and was buried under the peach tree they had planted together. That peach tree blossomed every year and had luxuriant branches, but the person who planted the tree would never come back again. He has seen wars raging, people living in dire straits, relatives separated, and lovers farewell. Those he once cared about, those who accompanied him, all left him one by one, leaving him alone to bear this loneliness for endless years. Like a traveler forgotten in the long river of time, there is no starting point and no end in sight. He could only watch helplessly as the people he cared about, the people who had accompanied him, streaked through his life like meteors, leaving behind a brief moment of light, and then quickly fell into darkness, and he was not even qualified to reach out to save them. It turns out that immortality is never a gift, but the cruelest curse. It gave him endless years, but it also took away his right to have "forever".