Most of the young people's first lovers are women who are older than themselves. The children are half old and not young. The green apricots are half-ripe, sweet and sour. They need both maternal love and sex. The big woman happens to have two jobs.
Like a white daisy, the leaves hold up a few drops of cold rain, so autumn is especially suitable for her.
Love is very good, but you can't lift it up. The result of lifting it up is to turn yourself into a hostage of love. Both young and old can become hostages. The power in love is too mysterious.
The growth of boys is always very slow, and their growth is always accompanied by the cruel departure of their lover. Overnight, they are completely different. Love is never satisfied, always regret.
Love turned out to be such an involuntary thing. This time, the longest time.
But he still refused to go with her in the end.
One's heart is whole at first, and what is missing cannot be made up for by the presence of others. Less is less. Empty is empty. Can only be filled by numbness.
You blame me for making you a 12-year-old, for ruining me in your heart! In the face of your accusation, I finally understand that you never loved me, never. You blame me for turning you into a child. You forget that you were always just a child, before and after meeting me.
She grew up with him, but she was getting old. One has yet to know how to love and cherish, and the other burns out early.
She tasted the freshness of his youth.
He could only touch the smell of her twilight.
Still beautiful. Fabulous. Can't be beautiful. But that beauty is a dying flower. It was the one she held to the tip of her nose—it seemed to open just right, but it shattered when touched.
They are so in love. There is just no way to be together.
In the face of love, even the most arrogant people began to care about each other, begging for that little bit of humble love. Get it, not get it, lose it, don't lose it.
They don't want much, just a little bit of each other, but the other party can't even give that little bit. The humble request, the humble desire, the humble handing over all of one's body, mind and soul into the hands of one person. Helpless how to know the other party is also incomplete.
After reading thousands of sails, I fell in love with the beautiful young man under the flower tree alone.
If there was one plant to describe him, it would be the poppy.
The kind of red gorgeous flowers, strangely fluttering in the wind, the soft petals stretched, and the fragrance of the people. Fatal temptation.
Only this time, he destroyed himself.
Years go by, people are still there, and my heart still misses.
In the turbulent world, a gust of wind can take away the past, and the wrong and right in love, regardless of the difference, have no meaning.
The object of love will change, but the way of love is taught by that person, and it has become a part of oneself and cannot be let go.
She looked directly at herself in the mirror, her face was old, her eyes were old, her heart was old, and her future was also old.
Only madmen are happy. Because love does not need any material shape, does not need any entity to support, and does not need any reason.
He is a complete "child" who never grows up and has no ability to grow up.
Men always make mistakes. There is no man who does not make mistakes. The only difference is whether the object of his mistakes is you.
The story goes back to the beginning. If you haven't met.
Don't fall in love with a man younger than you, because he will be your "student", and students will graduate one day.
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