I see your beauty, but I prefer your brokenness

“Look, the reason why it’s called ‘Leave’ and not ‘Li Guan’ is that only when there is departure can there be opening.”

—— Huang Liqun’s "Room by the Sea"

Photographer Du Kefeng, who pursues the ultimate aesthetics, once said: "The most beautiful moments in life are when you lose everything." Like the broken reality, the silence after the black whirlwind stops, it is not entirely depressing. The tone is the poignancy dripping from it.

The unobtainable things leave a gap in the heart. Loss is the growth of that blank space, the growth of another memory, and the past covered with a film filter becomes intimate, charming, and full of beauty.

Standing in the distance and looking back at the past with sad steps, watching the wind blowing the branches and leaves, it seems that those who once caused you pain and made you struggle no longer hold grudges, and even become Soft forgiveness caresses it.

I always think of what the writer Qiao Ye said about the "broken beauty". She said: "Broken things are so imprinted with overlapping traces of life, so thick, so graceful, but It's so beautiful."

"Those who can be broken must have truly lived." Those painful and regretful pasts are proof of hard work and hard work. People always say that time heals everything, but that’s not true. The longer time goes by, the more profound and eye-catching the marks in life will be. After all, how many times can life be truly “broken.”

Sometimes, like a child who cannot remember his lessons, he repeatedly falls into the pain of love. He repeatedly cannot help but catch the snowflakes with his hands and watch them melt for a moment. But in life, you need to avoid it. What matters is not the pain and loss, but the sincere heart that is no longer open to love.

Winter is about to leave, along with those wet and cold memories. The past does not need to be beautified, "it is gently forgiving the future." Allow yourself to lose control occasionally, accept the real embarrassing moments, and see clearly those days that have quietly become the past.

The blooming of a flower lies in the broken heart of the flower. And with the arrival of spring in your life, what kind of loss and brokenness are you enduring?

Excerpted from Reading Poems for You