When I write down the title, I can't help but be suspicious and look forward. Whatever it is, I first set my mind clear, and then I write myself, which is a pastime...
Love, this word, in middle age, is no longer an unattainable dream, let alone a sacred and inviolable forbidden area, but a river to feel the vicissitudes of time and the joys and sorrows of life! I wander here, I am here to rejoice, I am here to bear the unbearable lightness of life...
Some people always think that only pure and innocent people are entitled to feel love, otherwise it is an offense to heaven and ethics. I believe he has his reasons. I also admit that marriage and love also require commitment, no matter how trivial the trustworthiness may be in this society where wealth is supreme; however much it is necessary to keep it, no matter how breathless it is in the race against the new and the old; it needs more passions that transcend the mortal dust of reality, no matter how much material life mocks the spiritual life; and it also needs the sublimation of emotions, no matter how difficult it is for the desire for pleasure to survive the short and long undercurrents.
Unfortunately, marriage is not a salvation remedy, and rarely a declaration of happiness. We can all rejoice in finding a white-headed and old partner for ourselves, and we can also smile at the quick completion of capital accumulation and early enjoyment of the richness and leisure of life, which is really bad, and can warn ourselves from the suffering and failure of others: marriage is our last siege, she is not complete, but it is a realistic and rational Yangguan Road. However, when did we quietly put the haunted Prince Charming and Snow White into fairy tales? Is this the misfortune of a fairy tale, or our own sorrow...
Admittedly, the law of two eights tells us that the success rate of any choice is only twenty percent. Let us suppose that marriage is for happiness, and that the truly happy ones win only twenty percent in the sea of natural and man-made disasters, and the rest stand in the siege of the city by gravity, cursing and mocking the naïve and stupid fairy tales, either returning to the sensory thrill of the trading game, or watching the wheat field, waiting for the years to erode the soul.
Then love, too, is nothing more than that. According to the law of reality, her pros and cons are undoubtedly high-risk stocks in the second board market. Widows are the first to bear the brunt of unthinking, but natural and man-made disasters have made them (they) heartbroken, and it is rare to find a moon near the water, afraid of the sadness of the destiny of heaven. Numerous new generations and divorced armies, wandering alone in the wilderness outside the besieged city, who understands it! Thousands of miles of frost, reorganizing mountains and rivers for future generations, how easy is it to talk about? Is it the tiredness of the siege that makes people long for love, or the resurgence of love that makes them inspire morale to return to the city, or the unwilling but can only continue to wander the soul, like a lost dog? The fairy tales in our dreams, our beautiful expectations, what kind of pain should it be?
Ever since humans began to possess, castles have arisen with contention. Ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, the tall castle, while cutting off the wilderness and the enemy, began the story of the xenophobic control of the human world. The castle offers security, but deprives it of liberty; it offers rest, but it can shackle loneliness. As a besieged marriage, what did she offer and what did she make us lose? And longing for free and romantic love, what do you offer to him (her), my lover!?
As soon as we enter middle age, love and marriage officially part ways. After experiencing the years of burning passion, after breaking the waves and setting sail to start a family, after experiencing the enviable experience of happiness, sending away the heyday of the nuclear family and beginning to welcome the empty nest family. The crisis of middle-aged emotions and marriage is a common issue facing mankind, and we have to think about a heavy question, can we always accompany us with steadfastness and true love? Is the love we expect in our dreams a divine alliance with marriage?
Middle-aged love is full of both rational and emotional conflicts, but also full of passion and the challenge of the status quo, her fuse is the immortal dream reflected in the mirror of our soul, and the spark that bursts out in reality. We can seal the dust, we can also strangle, but we must not despise her. Because there is no essential difference between her and our feelings in the spring; and after experiencing the long journey of marriage, whether it is like the new or the old, whether it is scarred, whether it is a dream that is difficult to extinguish, the resurgence of the flame of love is not the original sin, let alone the secret joy, but our ancient and sincere feelings, in the heart call to the distant mountains.
This spiritual singing is not only to face our unbreakable ethical and moral condemnation, but also to face the hardships of material life and the recasting of spiritual life, which is enough to deter people; what is even more difficult is that the heavenly edge after our re-election is not the beginning of another prison practice, or the fusion of old and new, or a sad injury?
The rebirth of a country or nation after disaster is a high price that requires the lives and ideals of countless people to be destroyed. And a person's emotional and marital crisis after the rebirth, but need to face love again, and then abandon or give up on her. People have sorrows and joys, the moon has clouds and sunshine, and middle-aged love, in the conflict with marriage and emotions, mostly ends in the struggle of emotional training, the result is always bitter, and the dream is a broken mountain and river.
What makes us search? Is it a delightful intercourse of spirit and flesh, or the joy of licking calves, or the respectful and respectful eyebrows holding hands, or the beautiful and clear pastoral night song like water? Is the middle-aged love after the burning passion once again caress the emotions and marriages that make us exhausted?
When human beings experience their own emotional training, the eternal mountains and rivers are still silent. I often climb high and look into the distance, and I look at the magnificent mountains and rivers in the distance, which is an unexplainable feeling. Extreme lightness bears heaviness, feeling the contemplation of the shortness of life. The arteries of the mountains and rivers, the rivers, are flowing, pouring out joy, but also taking away sorrow, releasing sludge, splashing purity. Clear water caresses your amorous skin and calms your fiery heart. All worries and troubles, temporarily released by ice, spontaneously, is a comfortable love ripple, this is our original feelings, how will she face the marriage and love of the world...
When people reach middle age, dreams are rarely still, passion is rare to burst out, but the years have dyed our green hair, eroded our feelings, played with our heartstrings, and traveled with our lives. Will we expect and tolerate, that beautiful middle-aged love like water? I am reminded of the lyrics of a popular song, "Eliph and Senem":
From childhood, meet you at the foot of the Tianshan Mountain
We were the happiest people under the heavens
Senem you are the most beautiful pomegranate flower in the flower bush
Elifu I was the lonely Aka in Baghdad
The nightingale song accompanies her every night
But the sound of my piano drifted in the distant Baghdad
I was banished to the end of the world for love
It is possible that in this life and you have become a myth
I search all over the North and South of the Heavenly Mountains and I will find you Senem
Whether it is trekking through mountains and wading through thousands of hardships
The garden cannot grow snow lotus flowers on the Tianshan Mountain
I can't find happiness in this life without suffering
2002.6.20