Couples\nliving separately. One side is like an old waterwheel that keeps turning by the\nriver, with bamboo tubes pouring out water to irrigate the fields next to each\nother; the other side is like a kite flying in the vast sky. Sometimes they are\nfar away, Sometimes they look like swallows flying back with a light breeze.\nHome is a beautiful co-constructed vision, we guard the old waterwheel and hold\nthe vague kite string. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The\nyears are unforgiving and you occasionally feel tired. The endless routine of\nyour life is no longer a novelty, and the various constraints of family or work\nsuddenly make you want a warm haven for your soul. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You\nstart to tighten your kite string; you start to call out from afar. You want to\nshare the minutiae and sweetness of every moment of your life with your loved\none, who is working hard on his dreams ; you want the encouragement and warmth\nof love from your family. We both need to do better for each other, yet we\ndon’t understand each other’s emotional needs very well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You’ve\nbeen working in a job with little prospect and have recently considered whether\nto change to a job that would increase your income, at 35, an age of\nuncertainty. You leave early and come home late, you still have to look after your\nchildren’s lives and schoolwork, and worry about your parents’ health and mood.\nYou only feel a moment of relaxation and authenticity when you take the\nunderground. You don’t share vulnerabilities and complaints with your other\nhalf. You wait for your lover to say a word of shushing or virtual joint\nsharing from afar. The power of words is often underestimated, and in your mind\neverything may be that simple. It’s not that you can’t understand your\npartner’s busy schedule, you just can’t bear the thought of being disconnected\nfor long periods of time. You don’t believe that your lover doesn’t have any\ntime to spare, and you gradually become overly concerned about your lover’s\nreplies. How many big things do you think there can be in this world besides life\nand death? Weak water three thousand only take a dipper to drink, silence makes\nyou suffer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You are\nbusy at work all day, your career may be on the rise, and the messages from\nafar always make you feel unrealistically harried. You feel that family is only\na small part of your life and you don’t want to reply . You don’t even call\nfrom afar for a few days, you want to be alone, you want to do something you\nthink is interesting. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Time\nslowly allows misunderstandings to arise. You blame your other half for not\nhaving a family concept, asking for warmth, chatting at home, cooking a small\ndish for your family, plain company is happiness, your lover just can’t\nperceive it; you blame your other half for not being a strong career backer,\n“chasing after you” all day long, unable to jump through the\nemotional sound loop, you say this is a kind of spiritual bondage. “The\nold waterwheel by the river has become a windmill in the paddy fields, and Don\nQuixote, who is “scarred”, has lost his language. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You are\nvery disappointed; you are aggrieved. You say that love has changed. You say\nthat love has faded. You can’t be alone in your own world, let alone in the\nworld of your lover follow nature. You have no qualms about counting the faults\nof your other half. No one can understand other side. And other side\nunderstands other side. You are stuck in an emotional quagmire for a long time.\nYou stand still and no one wants to take a step forward. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
At this\npoint, you decide to shift your focus and take care of your parents and\nchildren, or you remain indifferent and continue to work to your heart’s\ncontent. You show your happiness in your circle of friends, but you don’t\nreally care how many people follow and like you. You find yourself with a void\nin your life that needs to be filled. You’ve never been afraid of being alone,\nbut it’s a little frustrating and tedious when the good things are not shared\nby the people you love most. You hug to yourself late at night, wishing you had\nsomeone to drink to quench your thirst for you. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You’re\nstill not used to the distance. Adults should be able to mend themselves. Don’t\ncare that you are a speck of dust, you still have love to build bridges. You\nare catching in the river of life, you are running on the one-way road, let’s\ngrow into a peach tree.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Couples living separately. One side is like an old waterwheel that keeps turning by the river, with bamboo tubes pouring out water to irrigate the fields next to each other; the other side is like a kite flying in the vast sky. Sometimes they are far away, Sometimes they look like swallows flying back with … <\/p>\n