Love Words

In confusion, we have stepped on the threshold of winter unconsciously. Time seems to be frozen, walking so slowly and so hard. The calendar beside the window was densely graffiti into a mess by ink, just like my life track in this season, in a mess. The occasional memories are always full of sadness. When thinking about the heart-to-heart complaint without bad feelings, sadness is always filled with dark and scattered hearts. I dare not look through the words which were scattered all the way yesterday and Yesterday. Those marks are not recorded on the plain paper, but printed in my heart, the tattoo that can never be smeared in my life, and the beautiful scenery forever in time. I think the most beautiful thing in the world is the truth, goodness and beauty from the soul. The most real thing will never lose the most beautiful. No matter what kind of happiness, sorrow, hatred and hatred you experience, the beautiful things will be eternal. My heart has been warmed by this kind of warm feeling more than once. I am also very grateful to those people and things I met in the past of my life and have given me so many truths, having given me so many feelings, I gradually realized the true meaning of love in confusion. If the love between them lasts for a long time, will they be in the morning and evening? The ancient lyrics seem to show the true meaning of love in Zen, which makes me realize suddenly, but not to be entangled in a selfish pursuit all the time. If life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan? The unambiguous appearance in memory is always surging like the first sight. The blooming of that eye is doomed to pursue this life. The sad and beautiful love legend is always trapped in love words. Even if the beauty is late and shy to the bronze mirror, it is still persistent and does not change its original intention. Those words recorded attentively are a boundless net. I weave love into this net quietly. Every unforgettable moment will be a complex in my life, and I will cherish every heart in my whole life; every touching moment is a reality in the fate, and I am waiting for every second of tenderness with half-life madness. Love with words will be the peach blossom disaster in my life. Sometimes, I stick all my time in the words, for a knowing smile, because it will stretch the long-lost mind; Sometimes, I write my full thoughts into the letter paper, as a considerate guard, because it can understand the world of mortals. Sometimes, the heart will be so fragile that it can’t help a contemptuous look, a casual perfunctory word, or even an unintentional turn, thus falling into deep pain more than once; Sometimes, love will be so sensitive that I can’t afford to give a real promise, a warm hug, or even a shoulder-slapping encouragement. Therefore, I don’t expect life to give anything back, I only hope that a lasting companionship in time, with the support of my heart, will gradually end up. In the past, it was just a glass of wine. When I knew how to pour it into a glass and drink it down, I realized that what I was drunk was not time, but a stubborn heart. So tired and tired to carry a speech after drunk, so difficult and so difficult to raise the palm of the grudge, unexpectedly, what drips is tears, what melts is the heart, love has never changed. The plain and clean time is always making a life full of flavor. In the vicissitudes of life that have tasted all the joys and sorrows, there will always be a long-lasting sweet and mellow for you to taste the joys and sorrows of the end of the world, which is close, what is raised is the story, and what is drunk is the true feeling. In life, give love a gesture, I believe it will create a perfect state of mind; In life, give love a space, I believe it will be beautiful and happy life. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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