Mr. Yang Jiang said: “The biggest catastrophe for people in middle age is the peach blossom catastrophe. Meet someone who likes and loves very much. I want to forget, I can’t forget; I want to see it, but I can’t see it. In the heart, moved by emotion, it is a lifetime of concern. ”
When people reach middle age, they think that life should be stable, and their hearts will not be easily turbulent. But fate sometimes likes to joke, an encounter that shouldn’t be, all of a sudden it will mess up the heart, making people happy and sad, and the heart is like knocking over the five-flavor bottle.
Francesca and Robert Kinchai in the movie “Dream of the Covered Bridge” did not meet until middle age. Francesca is trapped by all kinds of trivial things at home, and her life is as dull as a glass of boiled water.
As soon as Robert appeared, it was like a gust of wind, “whirring” into her world. In just four days, their hearts and hearts were close together, and their love was so passionate.
But in the end, they were forcibly separated by reality. At the time of separation, Francesca sat in the car, watching Robert’s car drive farther and farther, her eyes were full of reluctance and helplessness, as if her heart had been pinched hard and hurt badly.
This kind of feeling of wanting to forget but not forgetting, wanting to see but not seeing, is really too torturous, like a thorn in the heart, no matter how you pull it out.

In “Love in the Time of Cholera”, Alisa’s love for Fermina waited for fifty-three years, seven months and eleven days! The book says, “It was the last breeze that blew through him, and he listened to it for the rest of his life in order to keep it.” How distressing to say this!
There is also the classic sentence “The only pain I feel about death is not being able to die for love.” What a deep love it must be to say such a thing!
When people reach middle age, they think they can go on without panic, but when they suddenly meet the person who makes their hearts move, the feeling is like a big stone being thrown into a calm lake, and with a “plop” sound, my heart is full of ripples.
Just like the poem said, “The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was in the dim light”, just at this glance, the whole person fell in, and from then on, the other party’s every move, a look, a smile, can make their hearts jump up and down.
Every time I think of that person, my heart itches, sweet and bitter. Those times spent together, even if they just sat quietly together for a while, or chatted casually about homely things, are as precious as treasures when I think about them now.
How many nights have I been lying in bed tossing and turning, and my mind is full of the shadow of that person. I want to try to forget this person, but memory is like a little monster with claws, the more I try to shake it off, the tighter it grabs, and it is overwhelming.

“Love, first and foremost, is an instinct, either born or never.” The peach blossom catastrophe encountered in middle age may be this uncontrollable instinct.
The sentence “I am willing to spend my life waiting for you, even if it is until the end of the world.” “Maybe many people have thought so in their hearts when they encounter the Peach Blossom Tribulation. I want to see that person, I can’t think about it, even if I look at it from a distance, I feel better than holding it in my heart all the time.
Every time I go out, I look forward to meeting each other at an intersection suddenly, and when I see a back that is a bit similar, my heart beats “thump”, thinking that the person I have in mind is coming.
But the reality is always very cruel, looking forward to it again and again, and being disappointed again and again, that feeling is like falling into a deep, deep black hole, surrounded by darkness, and you can’t find a way out.
Some people may say that when people reach middle age, they have to learn to control themselves and let go quickly. But those who have really experienced it understand that feelings are such a thing, how can they say that they can let go of it. This is not weakness, this is the truest side of human beings.
Dear friends, have you ever encountered such an unforgettable peach blossom catastrophe? Are you also torn between wanting to forget and not being able to forget, wanting to see but not being able to see, and feeling particularly entangled and uncomfortable? Tell us your story in the comments section.