no sweet love, a lingering flower, a poem before the moon, a poem for
the heroine, no fish, falling geese, shyness, shyness, flowers, alluring beauty, and the
hero is not a talented, suave diamond king, the fifth man, and he doesn't
even have a name.
This means that
their experience stems from the fact that life
has a high rate of "sit-in"
like a mirror, where,
men and women, do
you see yourself? Did you cry
at the end of the film ? are you afraid? Reunion may not be all joy, and looking back may not be full of tears. Like the movie, a touch of sadness and sentimentality. There is a bit of depression, but it does not belong to the complete sadness and despair of life and death like the 2012 language. I just feel really helpless, and I feel powerless in my chest. Beauty has been thrown into the arms of others, and handsome man has begun a new life. But it is the arrangement in the dark, it can be said to be the gift of God. The plot is constantly rehearsed in the heart, and the memory becomes more and more vivid in the mind due to the constant recall. At that moment when no one arranged, the man picked up the champagne and walked to the woman's side. It seems like a conversation between a strange man and a woman, but it is an old love that has been known for nearly ten years but has not seen each other since the divorce. It's just that I was young and vigorous and didn't know how to cherish. Even if the person who has been tossing and turning for several days and years appears in front of you again, even if you have already realized that that person is true love, if you don’t get it, you will regret it for life, if you can’t be together, you will never forget it. Even the feeling of missing out on missing love becomes a nightmare. lingering. But what can be done? Humans can't even give a definition that satisfies everyone, and how can they tell what is true love and what is false love? What is true, what is false? How many people live in loveless marriages. Being together is nothing but a ritual. Just like food, some people have no love for food, but only use it to wrap their stomachs and regard it as something that can provide sustainable energy. Isn’t it still the same three meals a day?
Love is just an adjustment in daily life, it can't be extravagant. It's like wearing ten-centimeter high heels and hanging out for a while. The next day, you can still walk around the streets on a flat bottom. It's like having a drink and enjoying the blurred feeling of being slightly drunk. Sober up, read books, listen to songs and do homework online. Life is a routine, and there is nothing else to follow. It is rare for creative ideas that no one can live and die. Love is the little surprise of this boring life, the chemical reaction you see, the longing, the deer bumping, and the self-deception of "I am the happiest person".
Love is also a possibility of life, it is lucky to have it, and it is life to lose it.
Any passion ends up being dull.
Any action is ultimately inaction.
Dust to dust, dust to dust.
We cannot escape the laws of nature.
It’s better to miss seeing each other, thinking about the kindness and truthfulness, thinking about the fact that I used to deceive myself and the deer rambling into innocence, thinking about the girl I used to be in love with spring, thinking about the foolishness that I used to blushing and heartbeats, in fact, Not bad. . .
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