Maybe decades ago, maybe when everyone was young, just getting to know society, just coming into contact with a seemingly mysterious emotion, and this emotion is called love, and love at this time is beautiful.
Many writers have written about first love, about their first love experience.
That's really a beauty of life.
Turgenev wrote a novella, "First Love", which wrote in detail about the mental journey and feelings of first love.
British writers also wrote a novel, Letter from a Strange Woman, about a young girl's admiration and longing for a man she had only met a few times. The feelings are beautiful, deep, and difficult to give up.
Whether it is a crush or an explicit love, this is their initial emotional throbbing.
How beautiful this emotion is, fascinating, nostalgic, and obsessive.
This emotion may not be forgotten for a lifetime, and perhaps it will not appear a second time in a lifetime.
Because this kind of feeling is only suitable for young people.
Growing up, experiencing too much, seeing too much, experiencing ups and downs, dreamy hearts being washed away by reality cold and rough, all kinds of material pursuits make people tired, where is that kind of beautiful love?
I remember when I was a student I wrote a little novel about love. I don't remember exactly what I wrote.
One of the clips is of a small couple sitting under a big tree chatting happily.
The boy said something and said I just wanted to be with you like this.
Later, I showed this short novel to a classmate, who said that I also like this kind of love.
I felt that this was a kind of affirmation and recognition of his novels, so I was particularly impressed.
That kind of simple love, maybe I met later, but I am sorry and lost.
I've had wonderful dates, beautiful meets, and had pleasant conversations.
When I went out for the first time in my life to a strange city, and took a few hours on the train to meet a girl I had never seen before, my heart was very fresh, beautiful and exciting.
Along the way, I fantasized about what it would be like to meet at the moment of meeting; what to say after meeting; what kind of woman the other person would be...
And everything you see in the car is so wonderful.
Thinking of meeting this beautiful woman, I was not at all afraid of this strange city.
At that time, the heartbeat and admiration were because of the love for each other.
There is no lust and no matter around. It's that simple to like.
When you like it, there is no reason.
I remember after the first meeting, she said she was going to my house.
And did not stay in that city for a quarter of an hour.
I hurriedly bought a few pounds of apples and got on the bus.
During the shuttle' walk, I wanted to cut an apple for her to eat, so I asked her if she had a knife.
She said yes, and then took out a large knife from the bag.
I took the knife and was cutting the apple when I suddenly felt that something was wrong, wondering why she carried such a large knife with her.
I asked her, why do you carry such a big knife with you?
I was shocked to see her, and only later did she tell me that she had secretly brought a large knife to guard against me.
She didn't expect to peel the apple for me without reservation when I asked the knife to cut the apple.
When I look back on the past, I think about this and think how ridiculous and cute the original love was.
Nowadays, people have more ways to communicate and communicate, which is more convenient, but there is no love, or it is difficult to see love. That kind of real, unconcerned, heart-touching love, is it extinct?
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A girl in England, who is in her youth, went to a snow cave in the Himalayas and lived for 12 years.
- Meditation.
When she goes down the mountain, will she be able to adapt to this society? What can she do? What do you do to make ends meet?
You probably wouldn't think of it!
- She runs workshops to teach people to meditate!
