Love is a momentary move, it is a glance that understands your eyes, a knowing smile on your lips, a staring look when you look back suddenly, a scent of hair when you brush your shoulders.
When love comes, people can't resist. One cannot resist irrationality. Love happens in the blink of an eye in an instant, but it just follows the emotion.
Her appearance made him know that he also yearned for that kind of warm emotion. Even if it was just light, when the two met in the rain, he gently draped his clothes over her body. Such subtle movements were actually the true expression of his heart at that moment. They walked in silence, talking casually, and the air was filled with the joy of knowing each other.
When encountering true love, the boy chooses to withdraw, and the girl chooses to take the initiative. She did, and she thought she would be able to be with him if she took that step between him and her. But this step is the cold winter, how far are you asking? It's so cold that people don't know it.
Love and artwork are sometimes similar. There is no standard beauty, no right pair.
People's emotions are always determined by their own subtle heart. Perhaps he knew that everything was just a short passage in the road of life, and it was just a chance encounter. Really together, will always be so happy and happy? Falling in love will make people feel good. As the days go by, all the real, unreal, down-to-earth, illusory things have to be put down... What a pity. Therefore, he must be a very smart person, a very beautiful person, a person who is very stubborn and cherishes his feelings. In his heart, he knew that he and she might be a good pair of lovers and confidants, but they should not be suitable for each other.
Before they met, they all walked the road of life stoically and silently. Especially him. In the shadow of time, the two smiled faintly and said hello. When time flew by, goodbye, it was the same.
Once, they came from different worlds. Once, after they met, she thought he understood her, she thought he would love her too, she thought she had seen through him, she thought life was warm and desirable, she used to be helpless The trend towards him... everything is like a dream, like a bubble.
Once a person admits love, he admits weakness. The former invulnerability immediately appears vulnerable, and the indifference on his face suddenly turns into loneliness.
Love, on the other hand, has a secret impulse to see as much beauty as possible in others, or to elevate them as much as possible, and it is advantageous and joyful to deceive oneself here. Love is to see more and more beautiful things in others with a secret impulse. In fact, many times, these are all illusions. While the illusion deceives you, it also comforts you. Heart.
She failed to make him fall in love with her, but she awakened his love fatefully, and awakening love is awakening pain, which is awakening loneliness.
Saw him, but couldn't touch him. Love is a distant illusion. The beauty of love burning like a flame.
She turned to stare at him - her eyes were clear and lonely. Her unwillingness, her decline, her nostalgia.
She was in love, he smiled, Luo Hua was intentional, flowing water was ruthless, a beautiful misunderstanding.
This is a lonely heart, so it can be preserved intact.
The more you love a person who moves forward, the more he makes him instinctively retreat, afraid of being burnt by fire, afraid of being fleeting. The person who always listens and is always tolerant makes him feel at ease.
Tagore said: The furthest distance in the world is not that it is obviously impossible to resist this kind of missing, but you have to deliberately pretend not to put you in your heart at all, but to use your indifferent heart to dig a line that cannot be crossed to the person who loves you. of the ditch.
The violin he loves won't hurt him, and man, will. Nor would he hurt his beloved violin. Only by maintaining a relationship with things can there be no pain. He sees life clearly, so he would rather give up the spiritual resonance with her, stay alone and enjoy it. Love can save loneliness.
Too loose and slack, too tight and broken. Only the ambiguous, not brittle and paralyzed heat is just right, great.
Just want to seduce you, not love you. It turns out that what everyone enjoys is never love, but flirting.
This flower is like a rose in the cold winter, blooming alone.
The flowers running at the forefront of spring are silent, as always, with a faint fragrance.
Acknowledging love is but the first step in the great event of love.
For love, life is still more impressionistic.
Why does he like her but not accept her love?
Life is unpredictable, when one loves, one does not realize it; when one feels, one does not love.
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