It's finally finished.,No matter how well it's written.,It's a platform for your own emotions.,In fact, this work was written before.,It's only recently posted.,Because it's really meaningless to put it there.。 In fact, this story is far away from me, now I, life is very ordinary, very ordinary, 9 to 5 work life every day, it is also comfortable, the understanding of love, now I may not be as extreme or ideal as I was at that time, more rational, share my feelings, and resonate with everyone is also a very meaningful thing.

The year and the time are gone, the intention is to go with the sun, wake up with the morning sun outside the window, sleep with the moonlight outside the window, and the day passes like this.

Sometimes I think about how I have a steady stream of emotions, but it's actually because of a love word.

It's just that as I grow older, I have a different understanding of love, and I also have the connotation of my own love.

Because of people's rational thinking, it will judge whether it should love or not, or more comprehensive factors to judge whether it loves or not, but in fact, love is the voice of the heart, but when this feeling of love goes against its own rational thinking, it will subjectively abandon this feeling of love. For example, when someone notices that you are not in love with him, you will pause, and then immediately say how is it possible, he has nothing, and he is an average person, how can he love? And then you will think in your heart whether you really love it, sometimes people are like this, they don't know that they love when they love.

reminds me of the classic line in Journey to the West...

There was once a sincere love in front of me, I didn't cherish it, but when I lost it, I regretted it, if I could do it all over again, I would definitely say three words to that girl, I love you, if you have to add a deadline to love, I hope it's 10,000 years...

I think this line is classic and resonates with many people's feelings, I didn't cherish it when I had it, I felt that everything didn't matter, but I realized how precious it was to lose it.

There is such a man, when he is sincere to the girl and sincerely dedicated, the girl arrogantly looks down on him, but when he really loses, he is uncomfortable, and the result may be that she reminisces, maybe she can't let go, and she is entangled all her life, just like an old minister who has returned from the sea, a female classmate finally died in depression when she was in her fifties...

And in the constantly frustrated love, this man also gradually changes, no longer innocent, no longer believes, or more cautious, rather than painful, it is better to have a cynical mentality. That's when he meets a girl who wants to be with him for life...

The man felt that he had finally found true love, but gradually discovered that this girl was actually a person who had been hurt by love, and she had long disbelieved in true love.

Sometimes the man is entangled, sometimes he is working hard, sometimes he feels that it is not worth it, and he has wandered in confusion. It wasn't until he really wanted to divide that the man knew that he loved in his heart, and he firmly chose to go on, because he felt that he had found his inner voice, and that initial kindness...

We are always rational about how to do it, but it is easy to ignore the inner voice. Love is an eternal topic, and as Shakespeare said, there are a thousand kinds of love for a thousand people. Why copy yourself like everyone else?

Some people may think that two people are intimate and sweet, that is, happiness, but they don't know that when they quarrel, they are like enemies.

Maybe some people feel that they have no worries about food and clothing, they have everything, and eating and playing together every day is happiness, but once they lose it, it is like the sky falling.

But there is also a kind of happiness, that is, although it is not so sweet, but to do one thing together, to assume their respective obligations, to struggle on their respective platforms, to gather more and less, but there is that love in the heart, temporarily hide it in the heart, and express it in real time, but it will last longer...

If you complain that others don't love you, first ask yourself, what do you have that others deserve to love? Try to make yourself good, or become attractive, so that you should be qualified to be loved by others...

Why do people always complain and care about how much they get, and rarely care about how much they give?

If you become very good and love very innocently, even if you don't get love, you will get your own recognition, because you have done your best, and the feeling of regret should be that you can do a good job, but you don't work hard, and you won't regret it if you work hard, and what you get after how many years is the balance of the heart...

It suddenly occurred to me that love without asking for anything in return is responsible for one's own love, because of the feeling of love, isn't it worth working hard?

Maybe the process of effort is more important than the result...

One day,

For the mission,

I fell in a pool of blood,

Watching his own blood slowly drain out,

I don't ask for much honor after death,

I just feel like I'm dying,

I don't have the right to choose the nobility of life, but I have the right to choose the value of death...

One day,

For the sake of lovers,

I lost everything,

I don't ask for anything in return,

If she had another choice,

I will leave silently and no longer drag her down,

That is responsible for the faith of one's own love,

Because love doesn't mean you have to have...

One day,

When the light of twilight shines into my life,

The old self looked at the sea,

I recall the course of my life,

I don't feel like I'm wasting my time,

In my limited life, I have worked hard, I have struggled, I have paid, I have loved,

Do you have a smile when you look at it...

If the real soul exists,

I hope that one day,

Which girl passed by my tombstone,

will say that though I don't love him,

But I know he's really good...

Or rather,

When I found out I was in love with him, he was no longer there...

If there are tears left,

It's sure to be full of flowers...