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river water is exhausted (idiom); fig. at the end of one's tether
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Flowering to understand the young man, adult gentleman. Many years ago, he met her, dark and translucent eyes, with a calmness that can not be ignored. She was gentle and kind, like a roll of plain cloth, simple and real, they fell in love at first sight, and swore an oath. Many years later, he met another her, she is like a river of still water, but also like a tidal wave after the evening sun faded. He did everything he could to stir up the still waters of the river, but was never able to calm them down again. She believed it was a gentleman's agreement, but was unconsciously lost in this absurd and long entanglement, like a lonely boat on the sea, boundless, no way to cross. Time is innocent, years are gratuitous, is he waiting for her unraveling flower, or is he trying to hold the gentleman's orchid in his hand? (Invited by First Heart)