What would someone who loves you look like?
Seventeen or eighteen-year-old love is not the same as twenty-seven-eight-year-old love;The love given by parents is not the same as the love given by lovers;Friends who drink together are not the same as friends who don't need to be in touch too much.
In the impetuous world, we hurriedly hurried with our heads down. The book says that when there is no dynamic, they are living well. That's true, but it doesn't seem to be quite right. We go back and forth between self-healing and breakdown.
Sometimes, someone saves us. Sometimes, we save others.
I like the city of Kunming very much, in fact, I have never set foot there in person, but I am inexplicably happy. It's just because of that simple idiom: the four seasons are like spring.
The lover's gaze is ** and warm.The eyebrows and eyes of those who love you are gentle, and when the eyes fall on you, it is like the sun in winter, it is not heavy, but warm. It's a little easier to say, it's a little more ordinary, but that's all there is to it, and that's enough.
It's as simple as this: in the wee hours of the morning, when the damn supervisor still has no clue about the plan you want to change, she will hit **, and she will not be able to sleep. I didn't understand before, why ordinary days like this, there are still people who are willing to eat.
Yes, we don't know the depth of that gaze. Late-night wine and early morning porridge can't really tell whether it's good or bad. But what is not disputed is that in this world, it is water that you can't get tired of drinking, what you can't get tired of looking at is the mountains, and what you can't live is ordinary and ordinary days.
The lover's movements are gentle and subtle.The person who loves you moves gently. At the dining table, you eat with a big grin, and the naughty rice grains jump on your face, and she gently brushes them away for you. In your sleep, your brows are furrowed, whispering, she gently helps you cover the quilt, smooths your sorrowful brows, and gently strokes the head of the ** like soothing a child.
A favorite sentence is that people will meet two people they love deeply in this life, white moonlight and cinnabar mole. After a long time, the white moonlight became a grain of rice stuck to the corner of the mouth, and the cinnabar mole became a bright red mosquito blood. Yes, love without being able to do it is our norm. It's a pity that the middle of winter has arrived, and the person who puts the insulated box in the down jacket and stomps his feet under the office building to wait for you, only needs to gently put it in your hand, which is worth countless words. When you walk alone on the dark street, the timidity reaches out to hold your hand, which is an infinite sense of security.
Love is time, cruel and moving.
Love is an ability, it's just that many people lose it unconsciously. Or, the heart that is patched up and full of holes has already said it all. Love is never a fairness, even if it is a matter of each other.
Hey, it's me, if you had one more ticket, would you come with me?”
Accompany me to go shopping once a month and eat crabs once a month" "Tianjin Jiutiao River, crabs are cheaper than rice".
I have been a staunch materialist all my life, and I hope for an afterlife."
Time is like a thread, cutting everything, the joy of reunion after a long absence, and the sadness of seeing parting, are enough to make people uncomfortable. The pain of cutting flesh with those blunt knives, the suffocating pain.
Your eyes are not lakes, why do I feel the humidity of a lake when I sit next to you?
Dear stranger, Xiaofeng blesses you in Guangdong, may kapok bless you, those fiery warmth, is your happiness. In fact, Xiaofeng still doesn't know what marriage is, and he doesn't understand why so many people who don't care about themselves seem to be stupid. But so what, the distant mountains are foggy, the water is murmuring, we are ordinary in love, ordinary in joy ......