Dance

Author: Chen Danyan
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Publish Date: 2006-01-01
Features: I believe a woman's life also depends on the encouragement of some dreams. Such dreams may sometimes harm her, or even drive her life to the brink of ruin, yet they remain her inner. The process of growing up is inherently imperfect, including the initial artificiality in expressing and experiencing pure emotions. Life will gradually help you shed its superficiality. No matter how you gaze at the woman in the mirror, you can discover she has developed a sensual beauty. That beauty lies in the unspoken silence after knowing secrets, in the relief and abandon after something is shattered, and in the joy and panic of playing in the mud. Because you have given birth to your own child, you have discovered your own nature. A mother's love for her child is not something one is born with; it begins with responsibility, then sacrifice, and finally love—just like flowers bloom in the soil, love is born from full-hearted dedication. Love becomes evident only after it has faded. You and the one you love—whether you are still connected by flesh and blood or have become strangers—is revealed. A family is a place that doesn’t adhere to strict principles, for it contains the most chaotic yet tender and ever-changing emotions in the world. After thirty, those desires you pushed aside while busy with life begin to stand up in the face of time’s wonder. The person you meet is like a match, igniting your life. It makes you realize that your heart can still beat so intensely once more, that there are still many tender emotions in your heart that haven’t been lit, and that your life can bloom again. This person, yourself—when in love, that all-or-nothing gamble, that fire-like rush and loss of control, and the inner pain—love has never been just sweet emotions; burning pain is indispensable. Life erodes a woman in two ways: one is greed and excess, like attending parties every night; the other is exhaustion and wear, like hands that are constantly red and swollen from cold water. A woman at forty begins to accept life as it truly is while still marveling at it, understanding not to demand too much from it. Perhaps it is because she learns not to that she finds the joy of marveling. A woman’s thoughts are always intricate and convoluted, for they are too much, too fine, and too difficult to tend to, making them prone to annoyance. To avoid annoyance in others, and sometimes even in herself, most women choose silence. Life has remade your face, a face that bears the marks of your experiences. It has to do with how much goodness and how much evil lies within you. Understanding that love is a flower that blooms and withers, a woman’s attitude is not one of resignation but of lingering unwillingness. Her life from then on is one of striving and struggling in that unwillingness, in countless ways. Life is like this—times change, and so does everything. Describing the places a woman’s life will take her, sharing her thoughts and experiences of growing up! The hundreds of roses received in a lifetime may not be as wonderful as imagined, and the admiration for other men after marriage is not a shameful thing. This is a book for women. The young you once thought you were just reading about others’ futures, with some disdain. The young woman, having just experienced what was predicted, feels a passionate anticipation for what’s yet to come. The middle-aged you sees the joys and sorrows, the weariness, of the past, some of which are startling, some bring a knowing comfort, and you begin to understand the path ahead with familiarity, compassion, insight, understanding, and guidance. Chen Danyan shares with you the process, thoughts, and experiences of a woman’s growth.