After reading it, Tian Miao read another essay called "Pure Feelings, Love is Beautiful".

If you make me miss you, how can I live happily ever after?!

The moment I fell in love with you, my life changed. Because of love, I am excited, happy, and happy all the time. It's a feeling of growing all the time. Because of love, I have learned more truths and thought about more problems in the world.

You may not be able to give me anything, but you have given me the right to love, you have given my feelings to rely on, and my soul to rely on. I can't give you anything, but you just like to feel like me. As long as we look at each other from a distance, or see the occasional message from the other person, there is comfort.

Love is a wonderful feeling, a throbbing of sorrow. Love is pure and beautiful, and it cannot be destroyed by others with any words.

Love is beautiful!

Whenever I listen to sad love songs and immerse myself in sad melodies, the myriad threads in my heart are only you, and thinking of you has become a habit for me. The melancholy that has accumulated in my heart is sometimes unbearable, and when I feel helpless, I can't even find a way to vent. However, thinking of you is also a kind of happiness, which is expected day and night.

Happiness is waiting for your arrival; Sadness is also something you can't come up with often. I ignore people, and people ignore me. All I am waiting for is you, you are waiting, you are persistent, you are lost because of people, and you are the one who is endlessly worried! I don't know how much time has passed by my side, and I don't understand why I have such a deep attachment to you. You don't show up, I'll just wait, waiting for you to appear in my sight.

Sometimes I want to make a phone call to tell you I'm thinking about you, but I can't because you have your own things to keep busy. My finger has already dialed your phone, but I still don't dare to disturb you, I'm afraid of delaying your time.

Sometimes I even want to leave when I love you the most. In this way, there will only be good memories between us, and there will be no "what I ...... at the beginning", "no eyes ......", "meet people like you" in the future. How could I fall in love with a shrew like you" ...... "That's because you're a wreck......

Aren't these words in the mouths of those who once fell in love with the depths and chose marriage? Once the vicissitudes of life, the world changed, and the fog could not envelop the cold smoke of the decayed grass.

What is seen, what is not seen, the voice that has been heard, swaying in the wind and finally being lost.

There's nothing wrong with tragedy, life is meant to be a tragedy. Comedy only ends at the right time, the foil fragment of tragedy. Zhang Ailing knows what life is and what love is.

Maybe I've got a little bit of an idea. Life is to be deceived and deceived, and marriage is a stupid woman who prostitutes a bad man for a long time. This is the kind of thing that everyone regards as beautiful and pure.

Sanmao was happy, and then committed suicide. Looking at her text, I have a sense of déjà vu. Her purity, kindness, and dedication to love that began with her and accompanied her throughout her life were also the goals I pursued. But later, after experiencing the death of her husband, the withering of love and physical pain, she finally abandoned the story of red dust and drifted away with the flowers.

If there is only happiness in life, then life is undoubtedly very incomplete, but if a person's life is only pain, every day is pain, then what!

I've always had this thought, and the first time I told my mom about this was in 6th grade. As a result, the mother said that your child knows all day long to say that these love and don't love. However, I really can't help it, I develop early.

Later, I didn't tell anyone that those who love passionately could not accept my fallacy. Just when I was sad that I had nowhere to talk in these words, I met you. In ancient times, I had a dream, that is, to be with you, forever, although, until now, we are not, not together, because, we are not the same kind, I may be a grain of sand, rubbing for thousands of years, has not yet entered the body of you, the mussel in the river. I may be a tree, the barley under the mountain is this crooked river, my heart swims in the river, and the acacia under the blue sky is this crooked road. My dreams are in my bag.

Our faint love is unknown to everyone, and we ourselves seem to deliberately avoid it. We only see each other at most once a week, even though we are in the same city, but we are so far apart. We are all a little scared, avoiding love and avoiding others. Promises cannot be given, and together we are more just discussing ideals. Who says love has to be vigorous? Who says love has to be two people sticky together? Having common ideals and encouraging each other is the beauty of love for me.

I wait for complete beauty, and all I get is nothingness?

There are a few passages that say it well. One is: "Not every wave comes for the beach, not every star comes for the night, not every drizzle comes for the wheat seedlings, but I come for your love." Coming to this strange and dangerous world, just to meet you, just to live with you, without impurities but infinitely warm. ”

There is no reason, love, is love.

Happiness is happiness.

The second is: "Encounter unintentionally, but bring gentle and beautiful light to the dark life, quietly appreciate the surprises in the dark world, no one shares this mysterious and quiet moment with us." All the noise receded into the distance in an instant, all the worries disappeared, the little starlight flowed slowly around, and we finally fell asleep slowly, and a soft moonlight sprinkled in front of the window......"

I love the blue color of the sea. Even though I've only been to mangrove coves, I love the pure, bright colors. Blue, is a melancholy color, and I like this quiet melancholy. Who is in the sea, swimming and floating like aquatic plants, and the whole body and mind are dry and quiet? Girls are clear springs, and boys are full of water. You are my seawater.

Since February, the climate has already begun to gradually warm, and it is thought that the snow will not be seen again until the next winter.

Today, under the warm sunshine of early spring, a spring snow has quietly arrived, and the temperature has hovered around 0 degrees Celsius, but the spring snow has resolutely covered the earth. This time the spring snow is exceptionally white, what is white?

It is pure, it is snow, under the irradiation of the sun and the blowing of the spring breeze, the spring snow, still with its pace completely different from the sound of the rain crackling, floated to the ground.

The stubborn spring snow endured the trampling of people, however, it condensed into ice again and again, firmly occupying the ground, and they were nostalgic for the world! The prosperity and vicissitudes of the world, the joys and sorrows of the world, are all worthy of their nostalgia.

People shovel them, ruthlessly, don't drive them away, let them stay in this world for the last and most wonderful days, and finally, let them melt naturally and seep into the dirt......

The weather is finally getting warmer day by day.

February is my favorite time of day when Daiyu is born. February seems like a fairy tale, where there is both the cold of winter and the melting heat of spring. I suddenly feel that life is so beautiful, and life is so happy. Maybe it's because I met you, I'm sometimes inexplicably happy.

Maybe happiness is just a feeling, a simple thought, but in fact, as I wrote in the original article, we just need to be happy. Live for the people and things you love. It's as if the stars are always by the side of the moon.

My heart has been given a spiritual home. It's completely different from how I used to feel. I used to think that love was just a little extra hormone that someone suddenly produced at a certain time and in a certain environment. If hormones are produced at the first meeting, there is something like love at first sight.

I didn't feel it at the time, but I felt it when we met later, which means that there will always be hormones, haha, otherwise why would people break up, they can still love, and some people will fall in love for a long time.

Acacia red beans are my favorite fruit. I still can't forget the first time I heard that poem, 8-year-old me, the throbbing of my heart - red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring.

I don't know if lovesickness exists or not, you say, can it really make people sad to death?

I've been thinking about this question a lot. What exactly is Acacia? In this materialistic society, is there still lovesickness? For us born in the 80s and 90s, for us who are trying to marry, cohabitation, and for the fast-paced society, is lovesickness still important? Do you miss someone who is so far away from your life that you can never go back?

I think, missing someone, whether you admit it or not, you must be deeply in love with him, this love that never comes to fruition, how long can you last? You may think I'm insane, but, like the lyrics, longing is really a disease.

Love me forever, why is there West Lake water as my tears? Is it worldly or spiritual? In this era when girls who work hard with their hands can't catch up with the juniors, what are we missing? How long will my love last?!

I remember that when I watched "This Killer Is Not Too Cold" before, I didn't cry, but after watching it, I thought about it and cried. It's really touching, isn't it?

This unforgettable touch may be true love. It's a pity that when two people who are destined to meet at an inappropriate age and in an inappropriate environment, love can only be a beautiful and flashy fairy tale.

People who love each other can't be together, those who can be together can't love each other in the end, and they live all their lives without understanding each other......

If pain is disappointment, you can't get what you want. I think that what a person wants to get different from animals is only a special kind of love - pure love between men and women.