Understanding and companionship

    *Regarding piano music,

    it's been a long time since I've listened to Richard Clayderman's piano music. I unexpectedly heard it today, and first I was pleasantly surprised, then deeply moved. It reminded me of bygone days, of people and events from those days, and of my youth that has vanished and will never return. What saddened me was that every piece, every melody, was so familiar, yet I couldn't recall the title. It was as if a once-familiar old friend stood before me, and I was overjoyed but couldn't remember their name. My heart raced, fearing their disappointment, so I tried desperately to remember, to guess, but to no avail… All the pieces and names were out of place, including my once-favorite "Starry Night." At this moment, accompanied by this gentle piano music, I closed my eyes, and a wave of sadness and melancholy washed over me. I finally believed that those things we tried so hard to forget were truly forgotten; those things we once cherished were forgotten in the very process of cherishing them… I finally believed that nothing in this world is immutable. Even

    beautiful faces are altered by time.

    Old memories will be replaced by new ones.

    Old pains will be covered by new pains.

    Old times will be buried by new times...

    *Regarding coffee shops

    , I often have the opportunity to go. The old Garden coffee shops are a given; every time I went, I was in a great mood, and I really liked Garden's slogan—"I love coffee, but I love coffee shops even more; I love coffee shops, but I love Garden coffee shops even more..." The newly opened Bluebird is also good; I always get a small gift. The first time I went to Yi Yang, I didn't really like the environment. The opening music wasn't my favorite piano music; the piano was just sitting there, no one playing it. The waitress kept nagging about recommending their new products, and I impatiently said, "Let me see for myself first, okay?" She left reluctantly. I ordered a cappuccino, but the design wasn't the heart shape I like; it was a leaf shape. The sugar wasn't their special kind; it was just the white sugar on the table... However, later, I accidentally found many Yi Yang bookmarks in the storage bag on the bathroom wall, and a Yi Yang brochure given to me by the waiter, which made me discover the unusual charm of this place. My favorite quote is: "Life is your own, but its meaning lies with others." (A sentence omitted here.)

    A few days ago, I met up with an old friend I hadn't seen for two years at Lanqi Restaurant in Changji. I loved it from the moment I stepped inside. Not to mention the beautiful chandeliers and unique flower arrangements, nor the handsome pianist, nor the authentic coffee and pizza, even a simple greeting from the waiter brought immense warmth. We ordered a latte and a cappuccino. Without hesitation, the waiter handed me the latte and gave the cappuccino to my friend. Haha, indeed, I seem like I should prefer an unsweetened latte, but I actually prefer a cappuccino. Just like I don't look like a math teacher at all, but I am, or I seem like a carefree and unconventional woman, but I'm adept at capturing the most delicate emotions... indifference and warmth, hardness and softness, melancholy and optimism, etc.—I am a complex and contradictory embodiment of all these. My friend has known me for 13 years and knows me very well, yet she can't quite put her finger on it. She talked about my childhood, saying that my current personality is largely due to my past experiences, which is true. Back then, I received too much pampering, so now, ordinary love doesn't really feel like love to me; only extraordinary love can truly resonate with me. "

    Once the ocean has flown, now it's dry"—this is the bitterness of my love; "Except for Wushan, everywhere is just clouds"—this is my compromise with fate.

    *Regarding insomnia

    : It's four in the morning, but I'm wide awake. A cappuccino without sugar keeps me wide awake. Tonight, I'm destined to be sleepless. I think of countless sleepless nights, watching the seconds tick by, waiting for the sky to gradually brighten, only to realize that waiting for dawn is a lonely thing. I finally understand that the old days are gone, and those companionships you took for granted are like the Last Supper—you'll never have them again in this life.

    The most precious and beautiful feelings are understanding and companionship.