When I was having dinner with my friend yesterday, she suddenly put down her chopsticks and looked at me, saying that I don't think there is any passion to eat with you. I was stunned for a moment, well, I repent.
The scene of Liz enjoying the pasta is particularly heart-warming: spinning a fork to deliver a dollop of pasta to her mouth, the sauce smears her lipstickless lips leaving a nice red, and she experiences the cracked face between her tongue and teeth. The tactile sensation brought by it, a smile of satisfaction and enjoyment emerges.
I agree, people who don't know how to enjoy a good meal are sad, they don't have a grateful heart, and they don't know how to convey happiness and share the beauty to those around them.
In the movie, Liz's girlfriend wants to lose weight, is troubled by the swimming ring she has grown, and refuses to eat pizza, Liz said, "count the calories of each food, and then confirm how many self-loathing ingredients come into the bathroom with me, I I don't care, I have no interest in being overweight, I'm just fed up with the guilt, this is what I'm going to do now, I'm going to finish this pizza. Then we're going to the football game. Then we'll come tomorrow Let's have a small date, and then we will buy ourselves a large pair of jeans."
Yes, women who love themselves and love life are the most beautiful, no one is perfect, but believe me, in the romantic room, Song Hye Kyo envy the long legs of beautiful women And the expression of pouting her mouth in front of her little thick legs in the mirror is really charming and cute.
Pray dances to the gods,
you look at the world, the killing sound is shocking, what are you doing? Those who earn money despise those who study, and those who study despise those who make money. Literary youths despise stubborn and angry youths, and stubborn and angry youths despise literary and artistic youths. While scolding the dark side of the officialdom, cursing corrupt officials, and desperately going to take the civil servant exam, fighting for love with the second generation of rich, and fighting for life with the second generation of officials. The rich look down on the laid-off, and the laid-off curse the rich. The online world is colorful, and people are wearing masks and rushing forward without fear, all the way is pulled out hair, trampled shoes, and knocked out teeth. In the real world, people are busy making money. On the surface, they are trembling and inwardly trying to deceive themselves. The distance between people is too close, and the distance between people and God is too far, too close. shape. We never see the world with open eyes.
The world is like a crowded subway, everyone hates it, everyone has to squeeze up, and every time, I am squeezed so hard that I lose my focus, I want to scold my mother, and I want to take off my high heels and knock "their" in the face.
And prayer seems to be a word that never appears. On Thanksgiving, it's just a parallel sentence that begins with "thank you". Noisy, restless, the louder the louder the more fear in the heart, there is no space to pray, meditate, and think. The things that should be loved, the things that should reside in the heart, are so far away from the world. This remoteness, this paranoid remoteness, this remoteness that has nothing to do with escape but with depth, makes me nostalgic.
Love crossed the chasm of time with a graceful attitude.
Who said that since I was 16 years old, I was either in love, or I was looking for love on the road of lovelorn, so in fact, they did not know how splendid loneliness is in life.
Every relationship has its own beauty, every relationship contributes its own joy and, of course, its own suffering. It has its own dark nights, and its own beautiful days. Yet this is how a person grows: through darkness, through light, through sweetness, and through bitterness.
I don't know when the problem arose quietly, maybe it got lost and just hit us. We accept that we have nothing to say because we don't want to live without each other even if it's embarrassing, and then we can live together like this. Sad, but glad we didn't part.
It is because they have adapted to each other, are content with stability, and are afraid of destroying this long-established relationship. Just habit, just inertia. So we turn a blind eye to the problems that arise, we avoid and pretend we are good to each other. We are together, like a donkey, turning around, grinding time into powder, then kneading the dough with the powder, making steamed buns, dumplings, noodles, eating, full, and satisfied. We don't talk or ask about all possible bad topics. So we won't be apart and be happy that we didn't.
We all want things to stay the same and live in pain for the sake of stability, just because we are afraid of change, afraid that things will break.
Destruction requires considerable courage, because most people cannot face the ruins in their hearts. But, as Liz's e-mail wrote, destruction is a gift, and destruction is the road to transformation. Even in this eternal city, Fort Augustus taught me that we must always be ready for an endless process of transformation.
Breaking up is really hard, like quitting drugs.
The most restless thing when breaking up is not knowing whether such a giving up is stupid or tenacious. I don't know if this abandonment is because of you, or because of the ignorant and time-resistant ambition in my heart.
Then go farther, go to another city. Begin with your alone life this time, the loss of someone leaves a hole, this time don't try to fill it, let it be, it's hard and laborious...you're going to feel very sad, very depressed, Let it be, but learn to live alone. I'm not saying that you have to be alone all your life, but first you have to learn to live alone, and then look at our relationship from a distance, don't run away from problems, wait to be tamed by time, alone, without you. Rediscovered the joy of life; washed the chaotic body and mind; obtained the balance of body and mind. Being alone with myself, and finding yourself in the warm atmosphere of someone else's wedding, will you still fill my heart?
Love is sharing, love is not a need but a luxury. When love is a luxury, it is beautiful.
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