There are many kinds of love. For Ove, meeting her is special and unique. When I met her on the train, I really looked at her for ten thousand years. I was really happy to be able to walk through the long years together. I was silent but silently did everything. Losing her was like losing my faith in life. Finally bid farewell to the world, but returned to the first sight.
Comparing to the beauty of love, there are shameless robbers, savage arsonists, and inhumane "white shirts" in power in other countries. This man with obsessive-compulsive disorder is so kind that when he faints, he tells "Don't let The ambulance drove into the crosswalk.” He is self-disciplined and also requires self-discipline, not to maintain inner order, but to fight for the safety of the community, fight for the justice of the world, be ruthless when it’s time to punch, and never fight when it’s time to fight Compromise, in order to maintain justice and even learn to use gray means as a weapon.
In the end, people are still social animals. No matter how independent people are, they may not be so strong that they don't need any help. Only when their hearts are dead will they disdain anything. Keeping their vitality and giving roses to others is also saving themselves. So come on, although two pieces of flowers are folded in half, and the second cup of milk tea is half price, this world is still lovely, and one person can have double the beauty. It’s a big deal to drink two cups of milk tea.
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