The flowers fade and the red green apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds. The willows on the branches blow less, and there is no grass at the end of the world.

Swing inside the wall, outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful people laugh inside the wall. The laughter gradually faded into silence, but the amorous was ruthlessly annoyed.

Recently, the 63-page PPT file on the derailment of a classmate at Xi'an University of Foreign Chinese has caused a stir on the Internet, which is embarrassing. Their love story seems to be undoubtedly a tragedy. I suddenly thought of the imperfect love story I wrote, which knocked on the door of love and then walked away consciously.

It may be absurd, but for the lover, how can there be tragedy in love? Like, how can autumn be a tragedy for spring?

The rapid development of social economy, the continuous acceleration of the pace of life, and the continuous breeding of multiple values have made it too easy for modern people to get lost in reality, often stopping at the wonders and beautiful scenery on the road and forgetting where they were going. Only absurdity, and it must be absurdity, leads you back to the original view, forcing you to see the inherent difficulties of life.

According to my shallow and ignorant understanding, young life is spring. Perhaps brave, perhaps hasty, reckless or impatient, they must stir up the spring, with its fanaticism, with its arrogance, with all its uninhibited amorous manners, and then go through one of the many summers, the exaltation of life, the instigation of instinct, the torment of love, and the brilliance of which is helpless by the boundaries of the flesh.

If it is really the ugly girl who creates the beauty, the fool cites the wise, the coward sets off the hero, and the sentient beings transform the Buddha. It occurred to me that we should give more compassion and love to those who have a disability in their soul than they are to those who have a physical disability. I still don't have an answer.

It's just that for those who have been hurt by this disability, maybe letting go is the real attachment. It's just that I still suddenly think of Director Ang Lee's words in my mind: "As a husband and father, you can't naturally gain the respect of your children's wife, you have to do something to work hard to gain respect." The same goes for the woman.

But regrets are common in the world. Maybe after half a life, I will suddenly look back and find that life itself is a process of constantly de-enchanting, de-enchanting beauty, de-enchanting wealth, de-enchanting power, de-enchanting love, maybe they are just like that, it is their own flattery that gives it a distorted appearance that it should not belong.

In the name of love, human beings have been looking for each other since ancient times, watching the days and months to see the changes of personnel, but in the end, it is not difficult to find that love and destiny are the highest state of love.

The drizzle is like a song.

The fallen leaves are like a dance.

You see, when the autumn wind rises, crazy rock and roll will inevitably be able to gather into the language of love.