Among millions of people, meeting the one you are destined to meet; across millions of years, in the vast wilderness of time, neither a moment too early nor a moment too late, but simply encountering each other—connected and warmed by mutual understanding—what kind of fate is this? Understanding is the most beautiful connection in life. — Preface
A gentle drizzle passes through a serene summer day, washing away the dust of time, moistening the heart, and leaving a touch of coolness to the season. The wind weaves thoughts into the plain white pages of time, filling sleeves with hidden fragrance. In these shallow moments, the petals of time quietly bloom, perfuming the years of delicate fingers; a water-like sentiment mists a curtain of quiet dreams, lightening a stretch of time between fingertips.
Seasonal changes, the fleeting splendor of years—these gatherings and partings along life's journey are the landscapes rolled out and re-rolled within life. Some encounters are destined to linger in memory; some people are destined to leave a deep impression; some pasts are destined to fade into the distance. Perhaps we cannot change the circumstances of life, but we can choose to cherish them, leaving behind warmth born of mutual appreciation. Understanding is the most touching warmth amid these unpredictable meetings and partings, the gentlest thought within this tranquil beauty—it is the most beautiful connection in life.
The distance between hearts can be both vast and close: it can be the separation of thousands of mountains and rivers, or it can be an intimate connection as near as heaven and earth. Sometimes, it is merely the distance of understanding that separates us. All encounters in the world are due to fate; we should be grateful for every connection. The moment eyes meet, it carries more warmth than all the world combined. Understanding is a tender flower blooming in the heart. A piece of writing gains meaning when someone reads it deeply; a song resonates when someone listens; a person becomes happy when someone truly understands them.
Understanding is telepathy; it is giving; it is mutual resonance of souls; it is hearts leaning on each other for warmth; it is souls gazing at each other, giving off fragrance; it is one heart appreciating another; it is one emotion delighting in another. It originates from love, begins with affection, and emits a subtle fragrance. One simple "I understand you" surpasses a thousand words, moistening the heart, the emotions, and the eyes, letting us cherish that warmth for a long time. Sometimes, understanding matters more than love.
Understanding can turn the farthest distance into closeness, transform deserts into oases. It can touch the softest places within, causing withered hearts to bloom with the flowers of time. Because of understanding, hearts are no longer distant; emotions no longer harbor suspicion; people no longer feel cold. Because of understanding, an encounter becomes gentle; blossoms on the roadside brighten; the years between fingertips become fragrant.
True understanding is not about reading facial expressions or painstakingly guessing the other's thoughts. It is a kind of mutual comprehension and resonance between hearts, a deep默契 (mòqì—unspoken understanding) from the soul. If you understand me, hold me tightly when I'm sad; if you understand me, stay by my side when I'm lonely; if you understand me, give me a smile when I'm isolated; if you understand me, offer your shoulder when I'm helpless. To understand you means placing your hand in mine, placing my heart upon yours. The one who loves you may not necessarily understand you, but the one who understands you will surely cherish you. Deep understanding is, in itself, a happiness for both.
Understanding is so beautiful: like a spring in the deep mountains, clear and sweet, nourishing the soul; like the fresh green of early spring, natural and refreshing, adorning life; like an orchid on a floral letter, tranquil and fragrant, pleasing to the senses; like dewdrops on morning grass, crystal-clear and untouched by dust. Understanding is the embrace of blue sky and white clouds; the entwining of breeze and flower scent; the silent nourishment of gentle spring rain; the full embrace of morning sunlight.
Mountains understand water's tenderness; clouds understand wind's freedom; wind understands flowers' allure. Understanding is the crimson hue beyond the drizzle and dust; the worldly bond within apricot shadows; the waiting by green mountains and clear waters; the backward glance at the broken bridge outside the post station; the soul connection of "high mountains and flowing water" meeting a kindred spirit; the lingering farewell of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai walking eighteen miles; the gaze across the river between the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl; your promise of tenderness, my vow of eternal remembrance; the regretless endurance against the weight of time; the mutual contentment at first sight in life. Your single backward glance, met with my moonlight filling the city—without a word, we are already forever in each other's hearts,今生来世 (this life and the next).
Xue Xiaochan said: To captivate a city, one must first captivate the heart; and once the heart is captivated, one has surely fallen in love. Every life becomes richer because of another person; every lonely soul becomes warm through love. The greatest happiness in life is discovering that the one you love also loves you. The understanding between lovers means that when life hits rough patches, when the soul grows weary and tired, I use tenderness to soothe your scars; I use warmth to wipe away the fatigue on your face; I use love to light the lamp guiding you home—it is the beautiful bond of walking hand in hand.
I came into this world simply to meet you—someone I can love and understand. That is the most beautiful thing in my life. Love is shallow time; growing old together with you brings peace of mind. Understanding is time like flowing water; in this life, being quietly warm and accompanied by you. Sometimes, what we need is not solemn vows or romantic moonlight and flowers, but the warmest companionship. When time has worn away the years, when life has shed its glamour, when all splendor has faded, the one beside me—truly understanding me—is the one I cherish most. After traversing life's countless mountains and rivers, in the smoke of the mundane world, my greatest happiness is your simple words: "I understand you!"
Understanding you, I am willing to share life's beauty and emotions with you; understanding you, I am willing to face life's storms together; understanding you, I am willing to warm your years with love; understanding you, I am willing to spend life's fleeting time with you, using unwavering commitment to declare our vows, using mutual support in hardship to express the emotion of being together. Holding hands in this life, I will write eternal brilliance into your memory. A牵挂 (牵挂—concern), much joy; an understanding, many past connections. Even without words, warmth fills the heart. Meeting someone who understands you in this life must be the result of five hundred lifetimes of glances in a past life. If you understand, please cherish it.
In the river of life, because of fate, we keep meeting; because of love, our hearts always stir. Every encounter, no matter how brief, is accumulated karma. I firmly believe that a certain kind of meeting in this world happens not on the road, but in the heart. With the pen of time, I write the most beautiful encounter into my heart; with the paper of years, I treasure the fragrance of our first meeting all along. Because of understanding, there is tolerance; because of knowing each other, there is cherishing. Love becomes beautiful because of cherishing; family bonds warm because of reliance; friendship lasts because of cherishing. Smiling with warmth, moved by an encounter—this journey of mountains and rivers is ultimately filled with lingering fragrance because of understanding.
Deeply understanding: life holds much beauty, but we keep missing it; time holds much precious fragrance, but we don't know how to preserve it. When the wind rises, hidden fragrance fills the sleeves; when rain falls, true feelings overflow; on cold days, sunshine brings warmth; where there is love, fragrance lingers. Life doesn't need complexity—simplicity is enough; life doesn't need extravagance—plainness is enough. Life, one mountain after another, one river after another—no one can hold back the fallen flowers of late spring; no one understands for whom a slanting sunset lingers. Cherish fate, learn to be content wherever you are. Accompany every spring, summer, autumn, and winter with the rhythm of a smile; walk through every waxing and waning moon with a calm heart. At the end of fallen petals, don't seek dazzling splendor—just a tranquil peace. The scenery in the heart is the unchanging landscape of life.
Deeply understanding: not all encounters lead to knowing each other; not all knowing can leave eternity in the window of memory. All estrangements in life will one day be submerged in the long river of time, leaving deeper or shallower traces; all pasts will, under time's polishing, gradually fade away. Life gathers because of fate; warms because of emotion; we understand because of experience; we cherish because we understand. All experiences are a gift from time—the moments of chance meetings and heartbeats; the smiles that once lit up life; the warmth within reach—all ultimately perfume that lingering crimson of the past.
If possible, let love overflow, flowing into warmth, and in the passing years, promise a spring of warmth and blooming flowers. Carrying the freshness of sunshine and dew, embracing the fragrance of flowers, toasting with time, laughing at the past with the freedom of the wind; being content with the tranquility of lotus, between spring blossoms and autumn falls, hoping for peaceful years. After traversing the long journey of time, may we, having tasted the smoke of the mortal world, still use a pure heart to guard the beauty of life as it was at the beginning.
Because of understanding, the pages of time settle with fragrance; the spring of life washes the soul; the scent of time permeates the past. Thank you for the encounter, adding emotion to time; thank you for knowing each other, bringing warmth and brightness to life; thank you for the experiences, adding vitality to the years; thank you for life, allowing me to build fences and plant chrysanthemums in the dusty years, planting all my joys and sorrows. This journey of mountains and rivers ultimately radiates a gentle, moving warmth because of understanding.
Please believe: after traversing the long journey of time, there will always be a landscape made beautiful because of us; there will always be a smile blooming for us; there will always be an encounter that beautifies the entire past; there will always be someone who knows your joys and sorrows, understands your warmth and cold. All the twists and turns of encounters exist for one purpose: to come into this world and meet the one who understands you. All the past is worth cherishing; all experiences are a form of understanding. Understanding is the most beautiful connection in life.