What kind of weight must a woman have to make another man, after the age of forty, still dream of her every night and wake up unable to calm his mind? They married young, one at nineteen and the other at sixteen. That year, they were both naive, like two blank sheets of paper. Yet on this blank paper, they together painted the initial tenderness and peace of life. He was reluctant to marry, thinking only of self-cultivation, but it was the arrangement of the elders in the family that forced him to yield. However, after marriage, he discovered that her calm and wise nature perfectly complemented his passionate and straightforward personality. He loved to express himself flamboyantly, chatting away as soon as he met someone, while she always quietly sat behind the screen, listening silently, only to softly remind him at night: "That person today talked a lot but was insincere, do not form a deep connection." At that time, he may not have cared, but many years later, when the winds and frosts thickened, he realized that every word she spoke was incredibly precise. While he read, she sewed quietly beside him. Occasionally, a brief response from her could perfectly fill in the lines of poetry he had forgotten. It was then that he realized she had already silently understood his world. The time they spent together was not long, only eleven years. She passed away early, leaving behind a young child. From then on, his life no longer had someone who understood, steadied, and protected him. Until one day, he dreamed of her. In the dream, she was still as gentle as ever. When he woke up, the sky was already light, and there was no one by his side. Thus, he finally took up his pen and wrote everything down: "Ten years of life and death, both vague and uncertain, without thinking, it’s hard to forget. A lonely grave a thousand miles away, there’s no place to speak of the sadness. Even if we meet again, we should not recognize each other, dust on the face, hair like frost. At night, a quiet dream suddenly returns home, a small window, just combing her hair. Looking at each other without words, only tears like a thousand lines. I fear at the place where my heart breaks every year, on the night of the bright moon, at the short pine hill." #Gate ETH十周年理财专区# #USD1理财年化达24%# #中美经贸会谈#