Walking on the road after work, the line of sight instantly freezes the picture, and two old people with frosted faces, waddling from the opposite side arm in arm, like a wave of wrinkles are filled with happy smiles. I wonder, is this affection, or is it love that I have heard a lot but can't touch? Look at the pair of old men, those faces have become vicissitudes in the years, those feelings have not been bleached by time, at this time, all the young couples on the street look so pale and humble. This is love, the love that has precipitated the years, not like some superficial love, and has nothing to do with love!
We, the young generation of today's society, are in the golden age of life, all day long mouths with love and love, we also loudly declare many times that I want to pursue love, and will tell everyone solemnly: I pursue the purest love, nothing else! I remember an elderly man once asking me: What do you say about love? I thought about it carefully, but I was dumbfounded. I am ashamed that I and my friends have been hanging on my lips all day, but I don't know how to explain it. Those who solemnly say, "I will pursue the purest love," do you know what love is? I wonder if the bleakness I read has something to do with this!
I have always thought of myself as a sentient person, and I will miss it, and whenever I walk on the silent road after work, I will miss a person, the girl buried deep in my heart, although I know that our distance is very far, far enough to be impossible to get closer, but I will still miss it very much. I felt like a loving person too, admiring her for making herself sweet enough to smile. I am a person with love and affection, I will miss and love, but I don't know if I am a person who knows love!
The girl buried in the left atrium went to taste the "hawthorn tree" of the old man, and I burst into tears, this story that happened around me; this is called the purest love in history. But I am not a very professional film critic after all, looking at the girl who is admired around me, I only know her sacredness, I don't know if it is because I read "Hawthorn Tree".
The occasional music of the cleaners sweeping the floor came from outside the window, which was beautiful and beautiful. It suddenly occurred to me that maybe it was not too wrong to pursue the purpose too much, and to care too much about the result would lose a lot of beautiful scenery along the way! I don't dwell on what that love is, I don't dare to explain what that love is, and I don't really understand what that love is, but I know that I will try to understand it, although I don't know if I will really understand it, but I will try to enjoy the process of understanding her.
The pair of old men who came to them could not hide their happiness with their faces full of vicissitudes. I was thinking that there is not only love for the beloved, but also efforts should be made to turn it into affection!
Chaotic words, chaotic feelings, always understand the family affection after the sublimation of love!