Writing about love, it's unclear whether it's difficult or easy to articulate. Just because "Lust, Caution" became so popular, I haven't watched the movie yet, but I've already taken a look at some online features about it. I can't help but imagine, if I were Eileen Chang (Zhang Ailing), and for thousands of years my name would be forever linked with someone like Hu for future generations to comment on, I'd feel an aching headache even as a ghost. The phrase "how can one bear such feelings" has probably been around for over a thousand years, indicating that our predecessors understood long ago: love is unbearable! It seems that living life without any attachments, having only oneself, is the cleanest and most straightforward way. But understanding this truth, what good does it do? Mortal beings, clinging to worldly desires, are perhaps freer in their ignorance. Suddenly, I remember a dream I had the other day. In the dream, one by one, my closest loved ones abandoned me. Brands of breast enhancement essential oils, female postdoctoral students running charity projects and accumulating heavy debts nearing 500,000 yuan, in the end, the vast world left me standing alone. I was actually forced to smile and turn to young adults in their twenties, saying, "Come over to my place, I live alone, there’s a take-out barbecue shop and convenience store downstairs, perfect for parties!" The moment I woke up, I felt boundless desolation. I also recall how ten years have passed since I first started to understand human emotions. Nowadays, when discussing love, I’ve reached a certain level of enlightenment: I can hold his hand while admiring jewelry under the counter lights, happily searching for "a diamond that lasts forever" as a symbol of our love; at the same time, I often find myself awake at midnight, gazing at the serene face of the person lying beside me, calmly questioning myself, "If I were to leave him, could I still live well alone?" If the answer is undoubtedly yes, I simply turn over and continue sleeping. However, if the answer carries some uncertainty, I inevitably spend some time carefully imagining and planning: if one day I lose him, how will I face the difficulties ahead until the fear gradually subsides, allowing me to continue dreaming. Wasn't it supposed to be different? When I was a young girl just blooming into womanhood, though I was but a drop of water, my love was overwhelming, fearless, and resolute, ready to follow him through poverty or wealth, across mountains and seas, unrepentant even in death. Now, looking behind me, people aren’t old yet, but my heart has already gathered dust. I've found that outwardly I'm becoming stronger, but my soul is gradually sinking lower, longing for someone's compassion like withered grass in the wind. Life is truly bitter and exhausting! There are so many unseen corners in my heart, filled with so much blood and tears! Since then, I've never told anyone, yet I foolishly hope someone understands. I fantasize that love could be like a big cotton blanket, soft and warm, enveloping me completely, shielding me from all the沧桑and pain! I wish the heavens could discern right from wrong, delivering thunderous justice to slay my adversary! But I am proud after all! How could someone of phoenix-like quality ever degrade themselves? Is there even a need to be humble? The brilliance of a large diamond shines brightly, and happiness seems like a visible path ahead, adorned with flowers. On this path, there is already his handsome figure, his strong will, his remarkable talent, and his young, invincible hand tightly holding mine... I must cherish it.