If you love, please love deeply

There is a feeling called missing, and there is a kind of giving up called Chengquan. Life will inevitably meet with pain, in fact, the pain is not terrible, terrible is the heart betray themselves, become an accomplice to the pain. Even at the end of the world, only peace of mind is safe.

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If you love, please love deeply; if you abandon, please thoroughly! Don't be ambiguous, hurt others and yourself!

Leaning against the secluded window, I read a book on a cool spring night. I happened to see this passage of Bai Luomei: in the green years, we have to love passionately. Even if you will make yourself scarred, even if everything disappears in the twinkling of an eye, you should have no regrets about what you have done. No one can be indifferent when he is young. If there is little relationship between people, how can there be a glamorous process? People in rivers and lakes, when fresh clothes angry horses, bright and brilliant every day. Do what you want to do, love the person you want to love, regardless of right or wrong, regardless of the result. Is that all right? I also want to love like this.

It's just that in this world, desire is rampant, not love. The essence of love is worry and suffering, which need to be trusted and taken good care of. Love is selfish and cannot be shared. The more you love, the more you care. When your heart becomes smaller than the tip of a needle, you must be in love. What is crazy about love? As I said, to love you and love you is to exchange your heart for your heart and warm your heart with love. What we talk to each other is the voice of our hearts, what we communicate with each other is our hearts, and what we nourish is precious life. Outside the window, so quiet, thoughts come slowly, fill in the narrow chapters, the memory of the sea, and ripples, but the scenery dyed with fine dust, scattered in the horizon.

We often fail to grasp the opportunity when we should love deeply, and often care too much about our own feelings and ignore others in front of the person we should love. Also stubbornly think that they are right, love life, perhaps it is not a reasonable place, but a place to talk about love. But everyone knows the truth, but when they really encounter problems, they often forget these truths. Love, is accompanied in each other's hearts, a paragraph of text, a love, will be in the mind of the deep memory, this is the soul of dependence, is the indelible intersection of life.

The world has a disturbance, the interpretation of too many grudges, in the face of everything, no need to entangle, vicissitudes of life, this is impermanent. No one can stop the replacement of the four seasons, streamer scattered, since do not love to let go, let go of the past, close the door of vanity, let troubles away. There is not a saying called: there is love wind in the tide to come, mercilessly send the tide back. Things in life come like shuttles, just like the tide comes and returns. Come and go, where do I go? As a result, Enron gives up and sticks to an indifferent one. Life may be a sigh, but also a figure, the continuation of a dream. Happiness, in fact, has been around, but you have been forgetting.

Love is light and does not disturb each other's world; love is quiet, and the heart that knows each other is the warmest feeling. Those who love you, understand your pain, understand your tears; those who love you, love your heart, love you, this is the perfect drama point for life to integrate into another life. Life in the world, the short life is very precious, the past clouds and smoke should be let go in time, you, there is no reason to be calm, if love is gone, there is the next flower. Since some things can not be retained, please do not be humble, who can retain who is attached to forever? Never mind, love is just a process of owning, the end of life is naked to come, naked to go.

The departure of leaves? It is the call of the wind, but the abandonment of the tree. The tree has been happy to hold the leaves in its arms, but the former leaves can never return to the side of the tree. Love a person, once very attached, when love has become a thing of the past, the end is as dazed as a tree. Love is actually very ordinary, is an accidental encounter, is a poem without embellishments. When the extravagance of desire and greed becomes strong, we can't hold happiness. Happiness becomes stingy, but a little pain is remembered. Love is not terrible, what is terrible is that there is not enough love, and what is more terrible is that not enough love is still reluctantly.

If love words were only lies cashed occasionally, wouldn't I become a joke waiting for love in the world of mortals? Anonymous once said: the soul is not where it lives, but where it loves. When love comes, it is happy, but the ups and downs are the bitter scenes constantly staged in the love story. Who is whose watchman? Who is whose forever? The vicissitudes of life waiting, just lovesickness? Haggard, if love is just blindly belittling oneself, it is better to turn around gracefully. If fate is only destined to meet, can not defend each other, would rather choose to be the most familiar stranger.

Slowly know that a lot of things can not be found. Happiness comes from memories, while pain comes from the gap between memories and reality. Perhaps no one can understand the sadness of roses, be on guard against others, but be alone. No one can understand how much it has been hurt to grow so many thorns to protect itself. If your pain is not because of me, then my sadness will not be because of you. Today's strangers are due to yesterday's familiarity. Some people disappear into strangers without saying goodbye, familiar strangers and strangers disappear.

Just because one more look in the crowd, can no longer forget the face, dream of accidentally meet one day, from then on lonely yearning really began to surge? If you love, please love deeply, if you abandon, please be thorough, don't be ambiguous, hurt others and yourself! Love me, please give me your hand and hold my hand until the end of my life

Author: Ai Yufei