Frankly, when I first read this poem, I was deeply touched by it. I have cultivated forty thousand roses in the courtyard, and every morning, I sit in the doorway reading a book, and people passing by will praise my roses, and some even want to pick one or two. I ignored it until one day, smiling like a crescent moon, and asked me what I was reading.
I understand that these 40,000 roses are your friends, and ask me what the meaning of this is? Why does everyone think it's romantic, but I don't? I thought for a moment and said, maybe it's because I'm willing to run ninety-nine steps for you, as long as you take a step forward, do you understand?
Everyone's trigger point for love is different. Some people fall in love with each other because they have a pair of beautiful hands and a handsome face; Some people like each other because they take the initiative to relieve their embarrassment at a party. There are also people who feel emotional because in the cold weather, the other party casually takes off their coat and says, "Put it on". Some people like each other because of the 80% similarity between each other's ** singles and themselves. There are also people who like each other because they spend half an evening browsing their circle of friends. Everyone's love trigger point is always bizarre and unique.
Recently, a friend told me that there was an ambiguous little milk dog in the WeChat circle of friends, and he clicked more than a dozen likes in a row, which is too deliberate and easy to be fooled. And I just seem to want to be noticed by the other party. Just like the poem wrote, everyone else saw the roses in the garden and even wanted to pick them away, but you saw it, and while reading the book, I smiled and asked, "What kind of book are you reading?" "Because I am seen, I am willing to give you all the roses in the garden.
In the past, I would be happy that someone noticed me, whether it was friendship or love, it seemed to stem from the other person's concern, asking me, "What's wrong, are you in a bad mood?" I always cried out loud in my heart while saying it was all right, as if a little elf had whispered to me, "It's him, I'm going to be with him." Nowadays, however, I am more inclined to like someone because someone has noticed a sparkle in me, because there is always some subtle compassion hidden in my heart.
That's why I always say I'm nothing special, just an ordinary person. Someone said, "I think you're different from everyone else." I was always deeply moved by these words. But in retrospect, maybe the other person's concern was only lip service. Maybe the other person's compliment is just a routine, because liking someone just because of a little detail often hurts a lot, you know?
There's actually more to this poem, you leave with 40,000 roses, and people say you're here for those 40,000 roses, but I'm sure you're not the same as people passing by. That day, your smile became as intoxicating as a mandarin duck, but I still saw a slight change - there were no more 40,000 roses in my yard, but I lost you in my heart. I have a spacious yard that is big enough for 40,000 roses, and every morning I sit in the door with a book in my hand, waiting for the person to take 40,000 roses, and when you come back, many people say it's so sad.
Maybe this poem, we only need to look at the first paragraph is enough. You saw me, the story of the roses I gave you didn't happen, you didn't take 40,000 roses and didn't come back. However, the reality is often like this, because of a little candy, desperate for yourself, in the end in exchange for the disappearance of love. When I first read this poem, I fell into a deep thought, I want to tell everyone, don't give yourself to someone because they are good to you. This practice is unreliable because love will disappear, so be sure to keep some love for yourself.
While he was thinking like this, I kept thinking, isn't it a good thing in the past to die for the sake of one person? We all know that love hurts, sweet and bitter, but at a young age, we are willing to take risks for that touch of sweetness, no matter how it ends. It was as if I just wanted to be with you now, but then we got hurt and learned to be realistic, and we began to calculate whether it was appropriate or not, whether it was worth moving forward. We have become more cautious, safer, but also more tedious and lonely.
Love is incalculable, and if you are afraid and hesitate to love, it will be difficult to win in life. However, love and marriage are inherently a big gamble, and we may not have enough leverage or the ability to win. But if we can't invest easily, we may lose this big gamble, and in the end we may lose not only love, but also mood.
We need love to fight against boredom, against loneliness, against nothingness. Although it is not a necessity of life, it is a sugar that we choose voluntarily. Therefore, you might as well find your favorite moment, whether it is a brief moment or a lifetime, as long as the moment in your mouth is sweet enough, it is actually enough.
Maybe love is indeed a big gamble, but if you don't try, how will you know that the next lucky person will not be you? I used to like the words of a blogger on Weibo who showed affection: "In front of you, I disarm and surrender, with only one sentence, please be kind to the captives." "Therefore, the next time you meet someone you like, meet someone who has moved you, I also hope that you, like me, will still remain bold, courageous, surrender without hesitation, and trust that person will treat the captives well. Maybe this time, it's a lifetime.