On October 4th, halfway through the National Day holiday, standing on the street, looking at the endless stream of people, I suddenly thought, how can we know exactly who is who's lover?
I think that only in the dim light of the café, only in the quiet music of the bar, can you see at a glance who is who's lover. Because in life, lovers are vague, confused, and even more hazy and chaotic.
The lover is a shadow, a dream, a rainbow, an possessed demon, a dementor demon, a cup of poison that can make people sleep all night without thinking.
The lover, not the wife, not the husband, he goes beyond the family, despises the norm, and despises ethics.
Lovers, born only for love, their hearts come from a pure land.
If dreams are the lover's sky, then poetry is the lover's home, and in the home of poetry and dreams, they cry, laugh, grieve, rejoice, and whatever happens will resonate with each other, and their hearts are completely glued together, like another self.
They are worried about each other's stomachs, thinking about it, that kind of attachment is really inseparable, which is why there are so many lovers in ancient and modern China and abroad.
Lover, a love word, runs through history and pervades the rivers and lakes.
If you want to ask your lover why you have such charm, it is because there are many unspeakable words in real life that can be said freely in front of your lover.
In this numb society, the comfort you can't get can be compensated by your lover.
When the other half of the child you have children for you faces you, does not want to speak, but can get a good communication with the lover, he will give you confidence, let you feel the value of existence, let you live with dignity and taste.
Lovers will not want you too much, money bungalows, dragon liver and phoenix gall, in the eyes of lovers are dirty transactions, they only need love, as long as a wisp of thoughts, a blessing, some secret meetings, a little caress.
Lovers have surpassed the red dust for materialism, they have abandoned utilitarianism in the city, they are gods, gods in the river of love.
A lover's gift, just a chocolate, a cup of coffee, a bouquet of roses is enough, a knowing smile, a fascinated look, a deep snuggle, this is all there is to lovers.
They will not care that you have a wife or husband, and they will not eat their vinegar, because the lover firmly believes in his own attraction, understands that he will not exist for family trivia, nor will he live for chai rice oil and salt, they have romance, warmth, charm, fashion, they will conquer you with entanglement, with true feelings, get you, they will force the ordinary ethics into zombies.
Today, when I sing the praises of my lover like this, there will be people who will be unhappy, and there may be people who criticize my statement with the way of Confucius and Mencius, saying that the lover is a third party, how immoral, I want to ask, is it moral for a couple who love themselves to die and lose their feelings?
Pure emotions based on love, led by love, and spirit as the kingdom of heaven are the progress of society and the resurrection of human nature.
Rainbows respect all emotions that come from the bottom of their hearts, even if you correspond to animals.
Rainbow hates hypocrisy, hates acting, and hates taking in the name of love, which is a blasphemy of emotion.
I love this world, and I am very fortunate that in this world, there are people who understand my feelings and look at each other in the rivers and lakes, we can't be lovers, but we are always worried and blessed each other.
I have an innocent love, he is desperate to break through the world, we seem to not belong to this materialistic society, our emotions are clean, lasting and eternal! I love the world because
There are people in this world who love me and people I love, and we are very happy.
