Young love is like crystal——— although fragile and fragile, it is also more crystalline, clear, pure, beautiful and precious!

Young love is like crystal——— crystal has to be polished out of rough stone by sharp weapons!

Young love has to go through the ups and downs of life and grow up with difficulty from the chaotic soil of youth!

Today's love comes too easily, too colorful, but less obsessive, although because of attachment makes love precious, but my persistence has become a burden for others, to quote a female writer: "We lift love, but also use love to lift ourselves and each other, when you are in love and in love with others, you are no longer a pile of flesh and bones, but a blooming soul!" ”

When the person I loved so much when I was a teenager appeared in front of me again when I was thirty-five years old, can we carry out our love for each other to the end? Can we put it all behind and have a good love?

The years of flowers, as pure as water!

The poetic years are not as chic as poetry!

Easy years but no easy days!

There is no trace of wings in the sky, and I have flown it, and people are always afraid to look back, and often look back. Looking back, is the road you have traveled straight or curved? Are the footprints deep or shallow? Take a look at the ups and downs of yesterday and grasp the future of tomorrow. The heart that has long been dead and has no hope, but now it can't resist the temptation of a pair of eyes, and always hopes that everything that was originally plain will no longer be dull!

In many things, we can never know whether a choice is right or wrong until the end. Life is not made up of all kinds of fateful chances, but sometimes: certain choices are indeed a bet between us and ourselves, and many times the only thing that frustrates us is what is beneficial, I am afraid that the only thing that is beneficial is experience and lessons, after all, people cannot fall in the same place several times!

And all this seems so insignificant in the face of true love! I'm not a qualified gambler in the face of fate, it's not that I'm afraid of losing, but I don't have any gambling money at all. What should I bet you on my tomorrow? I'm really willing to be a moth to the fire and break my bones for you. What do I love you with my bruises now? Even so, I still choose to give all this "love" to you, and completely integrate you into my limited life!