All women like men with halos. On the way to work, in the season of frost, suddenly, such a strange idea came up.
Men tend to be rational, but in the face of monetary interests and women, they are somewhat confused.
In ancient times, men liked to ride horses, and modern people drove a reason. The mighty and indomitable fire on the battlefield for three months is strikingly similar to the calm and confident that soldiers in the business world are now coming to block. I'm so shallow, I can't really think of a beautiful word to describe such a man. I looked up, and in my heart there was a man who was admired and longed for like a god.
The roar of horses, the shouts of soldiers, the sound of horses' hooves like thunder, and the sound of "bells" hitting swords and swords resounded throughout the earth, and the yellow sand filled the sky and rivers of blood flowed.
The rolling hills radiate dazzling brilliance, the remnants of the sun in the west are as bright red as blood, and the figure of the man is lonely and sad in the scene.
Men sing wine, and affection is priceless. Men are silent, and they are used to burying the pressure in their hearts and welcoming their beloved woman with the warmest embrace.
Men want face very much, even if they are not beautiful enough, they must show all the good side to everyone. I look at men as if I were looking at myself.
Men are good and bad, aren't they?
Heartless men, but use women as a solace in their loneliness, saying some things that women love to hear. The woman just smiled, thinking he loved her and he was willing to give everything for her. So, the woman approached, intending to accompany him for the rest of his life. But the man does not think so, he has the so-called status, he wants to marry a woman who is virtuous and virtuous, even if the beauty is not enough to exchange for the price of a lifetime. Women forget, but when they endanger the social network he has established and endanger his relevant interests, he will be as cold as frost, eager to shake off this woman who does not know whether she is dead or alive as soon as possible, just like throwing away a hot taro, saying that something ugly is to throw away a rag.
It is difficult for women to reject successful men, it is difficult to reject men who are blindly good to themselves, and it is difficult to reject men with sweet words.
A woman can be very clever, but she is like a fool to a man she loves. The story between the prince and Cinderella is a fairy tale, not a reality.
Women, excellent men are used to worship, not to accompany you throughout your life, your beauty, is his glimpse, a momentary heartbeat, and a man's innate fascination with women. That's not love!
