Love is a word, made of ten strokes, the meaning is perfect, and the supreme in the world is love.
Ordinary sentient beings, lightly falling city, is said to be clear water on its side, out of the water hibiscus blue falling water.
I am a layman, I don't like the opening statement of the crepe crepe, now the society is full of materialism, the pace of daily life is fast and fast, and everyone's work life is different. Rich people, rich troubles, poor people, running for life. This is man, never stopping, never ending, until life dies. In such a life, will you feel too tired? Composed of everyone, a vast country of billions of people. Tired, we stop and rest for a while, empty our hearts, and close our eyes to look back at the most sincere love.
What is love, the love in your heart, the love in my heart, the words of love are innumerable. You work the construction site, you struggle for your family, you work hard in front of the computer, you work hard for the future life, you quietly wait in the commissary for the arrival of the next customer, in order to earn some living expenses, you work the desk, for a better future, you smile at the highway intersection in the face of the oncoming vehicles, hello, good afternoon. You stand guard at the border, for the peace of the motherland... Everyone is working hard and dancing for the love in their hearts. Why are there still some people who sit and eat mountains and skies, eat mixed and wait for death, muddled, do nothing, and even become moths in society. Life is varied, not envious of the rich, not laughing at the poor, greedy and hateful, people's feelings.
There are only two kinds of love for you, and the people you love. We must live well, even if it is ordinary, even if it falls into a desperate situation, there is hope in life, and those who love you will be at ease. We can complain, we can go to verbal abuse, but can those things change anything? Do your own thing, be kind, be a person with a heart, life will get better and better, and love will be more fruitful.
