The south wind stirs the north and returns to the swallow, and the north water shakes the silver carp from the south.

How many weeds steal green, make up a season of spring sleep.

The fish jumps, the birds are happy, and the safflower and green grass compete for beauty.

Spring is near, looking at Bo Ying's lingering, the truth is pitiful.

When spring is far away, the hope is returning, and the night is also beautiful.

It is said that spring gives birth to spring, and the double butterfly is warm.

Who knew that at this moment, he was sad, miserable and miserable, and no one cared about it.

- "Spring Tibetan Words"

Postscript: We always say how to love her lover and give her happiness if you don't have money, which is beyond reproach, but many times we ignore too much on the road of chasing money, including the taste of happiness.

We didn't have a few phone calls, a few text messages, a few intimate words, and we rightly said that if we had money, we would have everything.

Have you ever thought that what she wants most is not that you can earn a lot of money, but that you can give her a moment of warmth and affection when she needs you, which is enough.

Many times, what we can give to the other person is what we want most rather than what the other person needs most.

We can walk thousands of miles, but we can't get out of our hearts, let alone that lover, but we blame all this on lack of money and power.

In fact, all this is just that we don't know how to love and not love.

And that love is to experience together, encourage each other, accompany each other and never abandon each other, that's all.

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