Paper roses drenched by rain

A piece of paper, after several folds, has become a flirtatious paper rose

A trace of rain, do not stop, broke a beautiful love.

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The film in a long dream always plays the love of the afterlife. In the world of love, I can't sleep only because of that love. One by one, miserable poor people, let a love word worry white head. We, always in the lonely spread of the road, missed the most brilliant moment.

These days, inevitably, what I hear most is the story about Valentine's Day. When did this statement and practice begin on February 14? Valentine's Day is another Valentine's Day without a lover. As usual, it's no different.

Walking in the streets, slogans about Valentine's Day can be seen everywhere. Do not understand, why, now people's high-profile and straightforward. Is it dazzling, showing off, sincere and hypocritical? Each has his own way, and each has his own thoughts. Looking at the neat row of roses, it really doesn't please people like me who hate flowers. What's more, the strong smell of flowers everywhere has angered people like me who are allergic to the smell of flowers.

Constantly, trying to escape from the atmosphere that doesn't belong to me. All the way, keep running, the afterlight will still sweep to that pair of people who are passionately in love. Look, the girl is holding flowers in her hand and her face is brimming with sweetness. It is not in, to announce their happy destination to the world. Even his own bystander also followed the blessing.

All of a sudden, my thoughts were pulled back to February 14 of a certain year. On that day, the light rain was continuous and the wind was blowing slowly, which unconsciously made the people walking on the street a little cold. Similarly, bored wandering, bored looking around, idle let themselves forget how long that section of the road walked. In this way, walking around, but, I do not know when, an inconspicuous wet paper rose stuck under the shoes. Looking back, there were all kinds of paper roses scattered not far away.

Unconsciously, I leaned down and picked up the wet paper rose I had trampled on. Inexplicably sad in my heart, I don't know whether it is for this inanimate paper rose or for the unknown story placed in the paper rose. Looking at this scene, the story under the paper rose should be more or less mournful (my secret reverie).

Real roses, always in full bloom, take away the hearts of too many lovers. However, no matter how beautiful and bright the flowers are, there is also a moment of withering. The flowers bloom and fall, but it is unintentional to leave or stay. Just stinging the hearts of the people who are endowed with affection! Paper rose, paper rose, thought that will not wither you, will continue that deep love, strong meaning. But never, expected to be wet by the rain, and then to bear my merciless foot.

Love, what is love and what is love? It is the spark of love that collides between the heart and the heart, and it is the feeling of trust between people. Love is love, love is giving and giving; love is mutual attraction and admiration between two people. I do not know, in today's world, is it still inheritance, the kind of let us yearn for the purpose of holding hands and growing old together? Does platonic love still exist? The beauty and goodness of all this is just a hover between belief and unbelief, and it can only be decided in a moment.

The night is still so quiet. It always banishes the soft plot into a singing Andante. Get your hands on the fleeting years, even if the youth is far away. The nostalgic poem has been yellowed a little. An old love song, some shallow words, an old object, can always arouse our hearts to follow. Gently chanting, secretly carrying, passed, stopped, put down, remember, to the final discovery, in fact, there is nothing left.

I wonder if there is a sequel to the story behind the rain-drenched paper rose. To write down these words is just to remember the inadvertent thoughts. Also can be regarded as the coming Valentine's Day in the future, say: happy Valentine's Day, wish all lovers in the world can finally get married!

Author: Dongxue QQ:896489530