Chapter 9 Love

We always gather less and leave more, like the two sides of the strait. Like the two banks - just because there is a vast river constantly flowing between us.We love that river so much, so much, that we stand on the shore. Standing on the shore, I love, no one forces us, we stand on the shore by ourselves. In spring, I love that the willows will cover this bank with green, and the beautiful green ribbons will hide in the green waves of the same color and swim slowly to the other bank.There are Ping Ping in the river, there are algae in the river, there are cloud shadows and skylight in the river, it is still the river in "National Wind·Guan Sui", and I will always swim to you.

I swim to you, I am meeting you, swim to me - with the same soft willow.We meet in the heart of the river, our myriad threads hold hands secretly, at the bottom of the river. Just because there are rivers in this world, there must be two banks and green embankments on both sides.I don't know why we stand upright as two banks just because we insist on a river, facing each other every year and turning green, let the earth be endless, we work together to support a river, and care for the thousands of miles of mist. There is always the same wind, the same rain, and the same water level on both sides.Zha Jiangcao evenly distributes red to both sides of the bank, and the bird's wings give both sides the same whiteness. In autumn, reeds and reeds are exposed and cold, giving us a similar desolation.

Suddenly found that we belong to the same land. Even though they were dug open by the river and confronted, they never separated. When spring comes every year, in March, which is so tender and distressing, we can't help stretching out our arms and secretly linking them at the bottom of the river. How could you be so stupid when you were young? Definition of "person"?The definition of "love", the definition of "life", the definition of a "philosophical term" that I just heard... At that time, I always carefully looked at the left palm and the right palm again, or, from a tortuous emotional line, estimated whether the emotional river was breaking the embankment.Sometimes, I solemnly hand over a face to a person, and peek at the scenery of a lifetime from the nose, mountains and eyes.

Strange, when you were young, why did you want to know everything?Definition, and destiny.When I was young, I never thought that people have the right to live without knowing it. Suddenly one day, we grew up because of love. To know that tomorrow's wind and rain is not important, the hair on the handle can be a wind flag, when singing, why not pour the mountains and rain into the lamp, the wind and rain are not important, the important thing is to find a shoulder to bear the wind and rain together. Suddenly one day, we forgot all the definitions we had memorized, we lost the mountaineering guide, we even forgot ourselves, forgot all that, just because we had climbed the mountain and settled in a curved valley.Thousands of springs attract thousands of moons, ten thousand orifices invite ten thousand winds, and in the boundless solemnity, we also become solemn.

And after many years of hand in hand, we have superimposed each other's palm prints on each other's palm prints, our eyebrows are connected into mountains with the same name because of the same frowning and stretching, and our eyes are reflected into continuous waves because of the same sight. One piece, what kind of physiognomist can understand the secret of such two hands, what kind of prophet can clearly explain the fate of such two faces? Qiang Bi once defined, what does Baiyun call his destiny, who has seen the flowing water scorched by the boulder approaching?How could you be so stupid, when you were young.

When we fell in love—in the beginning—I felt for a moment that I was elegant and ethereal, as if there was a new me floating away from the old one. When we fall in love, we stretch out tentacles from every inch of skin, every thread of thought, to explore the world, embrace the world, and we begin to believe in our own extraordinaryness. People who love each other don’t have to stay together day and night—it’s said in the novels, the men and women in the novels are old in the blink of an eye, and they never live together. What they leave us is Poignant memories. But we are real people, we are not novels, we have to live day and night, we have to live in the same time, we have to live in the same space, we have to stay together, care about each other, so I give up Soar, return to the world, and be vulgar with all vulgar people.

If the result of loving each other is that we are ordinary, let us be ordinary. If the journey of love is to change us from a celestial horse that roams freely to a horse that bears the humiliation and bears the burden all the way to a rugged horse, let us accept it. If the trajectory of love always degrades the golden boys and girls above the clouds to ordinary people in the fire of marriage in the world, let us be willing.We only have this life, and it's our only bet, and we're going to bet on living together.We only have this life, and this is our only drama, and we have to share the same stage.

So, we got married. So, we run a nest and live in it. In the kitchen, there is a dining room, where we have a drink and a peck. There's the living room, where we have our mutual friends and their spiel. There is a bedroom that doubles as a study, and each person's books stand on each person's bookshelf, but the bookshelves are connected to each other and stand upright as a wall, and even our completely different books are asking for each other. There is a room with children, waiting for us to read stories to a pair of sluts every night, and cover them with quilts that they are always kicking.

As for the mountain alliance we made?What about the water covenant we crave?Let it wait, we'll go someday, but for now, we've chosen to be conventional. Stick to life, stick to the ordinary, mountains and forests can be apartments, electric bells can be poems, let us follow the customs.