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Love, what is it?

Love, like a desolate leaf, hangs on a high plane tree, and a wisp of love's poetic soul floats through time and space to us! Gaze at the tall plane trees on the side of the road, the leaves of the leaves waving in the wind, through the red dust mist, through the vicissitudes of history, half of which is the fragrance of freshness, and the other is sadness.

The first story

The boy and the girl were at the same table for three years of high school, and the boy was left out to repeat the school.

Love, what is it?

At night, the girl chatted with the boy on WeChat and tried to persuade him to study well.

In the cold, the girl said, "Then let's talk about what is going on in your head every day?" ”

"The seventh word."

The girl was so shy that she immediately buried her head in the quilt.

The second story

Tall women are not in good health.

On rainy days, small men always hold up a large umbrella and hold their hands high.

A few years later, the tall woman was gone.

But whenever it rains, people can always see small men, holding umbrellas high.

At this time, people always have an illusion: as if there is a space under the umbrella, which cannot be filled by anything in the world.

Love, what is it?

The third story

The general, who was full of wind and frost, stopped and asked the tea lady on the side of the road: "Auntie, do you know where the girl who sells tea and dim sum who speaks very softly lives near here?"

The tea lady smiled and was full of frost: "She, married to a good family, has no worries about food and clothing, and I heard that she is living very well now." ”

The general sighed and took out a flower handkerchief from his arms: "Please help me return this to her, thank her for her tea snacks." ”

The sun sets, and the skinny horses are far away.

The tea lady carefully tied the flower handkerchief on her wrist, crossed her waist and shouted to the diners: "The old lady is happy today, all the tea is half price."

Love, what is it?

There is no life-and-death love between us, let alone a lifelong affection, but we have the constant concern in our hearts, all of us are the strangers in the world who are most familiar.

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