Life is Ultimately a Series of Joys and Partings
At this time of year, someone would always come to find me for a drink. This person was very strange, and every time they came from the east. This habit has lasted for many years. This year, he didn't come. I knew he wouldn't come, but I still waited. I sat in the living room for two days and two nights, watching the constantly changing television screen, and I realized that I had been at home for so long, but I had never seen the whole screen.
After this year, I had a nickname called 'West Solitude'. Anyone could become lonely just by trying 'fasting'. I used to think I was different from other people who practiced fasting, but when I was lonely, everyone was the same. It was like a matter of one's fate, like flowers falling, like remembering the past, like the beautiful and poignant winter snow, but still no sign of the person I was waiting for. Su Ma Shun told us that the most beautiful meeting is not about the past, and the best parting is not about the return date. I wish we could both be fine and live separately, and look forward to the future. However, people are always greedy and curious, and afraid of being alone, hoping that the parting would have a deadline.
The people who drift apart have different fates. The promised return date, how many can actually fulfill it? Promises are like wind, who knows where the love will go next. Life is a series of reunions and sadness, and our hearts are limited, we can only accommodate a certain number of people, happiness and sadness are also limited, so when you left, I waited for you to return, just for the joy of our reunion.
'If love lasts a long time, why would it be in the morning and evening?' But we are ordinary people, just like young men and women in time, we cannot be as detached as others after parting, we want to stay together eagerly, love each other until old age, no matter if the mountains have no edges, the heavens and the earth are combined, as long as we are together, everything is fine. However, your long-awaited return became a stone pressing on my heart. If I could, I really wanted to follow you.
Some people ride horses across the world, their traces are unpredictable, some people get lost and return, stabilize their lives, and some people always stay at the doorstep, watching the four seasons change, recalling the past years like water, in the noisy world, they quietly wait, waiting for a return or a passerby? As time goes by, it's hard to distinguish, only knowing that there is a place in my heart for someone, always remembering that someone said we should grow old together, drink wine and talk about life until we are old, watching the details of human life flow.
Enough, enough, it's love, hate, and love in this mortal world that makes us like this, if we can let go and be open-minded, why should we be so entangled? Life is a series of joys and sorrows, why should we be so obsessed with waiting for someone who will never return? The fireworks are brilliant for a moment, the whole sky is blooming beautifully, and when you are with your loved one, the whole world is frozen. However, time is always flowing, separation and loneliness are inevitable, so he never came again, perhaps because he had already gotten used to the loneliness of the deep night and wanted me to get used to the loneliness of the years, because life is a series of joys and sorrows.
