"I still want to have a vigorous love"

Recently, I met a Ms. Dong.

Shhh, don’t get it wrong, greasy old men like us who are about to enter middle age will not have any romantic encounters.

Miss Dong is Lao Bai’s school girl. She has just entered university. She loves literature and enrolled in the Chinese Department with enthusiasm. Recently she has been particularly obsessed with "Love in the Time of Cholera" and is always lamenting in the WeChat group. : The so-called love is nothing but desire, pain and unwillingness.

When Lao Bai saw it, he thought, let’s not let another young middle school girl obsessed with novels in the world, so he borrowed the name of studying literature and formed a bureau, planning to let Dong and I... We all know each other. After all, she and I both like to read Márquez's works.

I couldn't laugh or cry and said to Lao Bai, "I'm talking about Lao Bai, although we all watch Marquez, what I watch is "One Hundred Years of Solitude", which is totally different from this little sister's hobbies. No." Lao Bai rubbed his hands and smiled awkwardly, "That's more or less the same. Besides, you read a lot of romance novels when you were young, and this middle school girl is waiting for you, the master, to speak up and save her. "Na."

I looked at Lao Bai, and then at Miss Dong who was full of expectations next to me. Come on, let me pretend to be fat, even though I have had a double chin for more than ten years. .

I don't really like this book "Love in the Time of Cholera", but after all, in order to make girls happy when I was young, I read a lot of romance works by Yi Shu and Zhang Xiaoxian. Faced with all kinds of things about this Miss Dong, The issue of love literature is still barely dealt with.

I looked at the time, thinking that I had to find an excuse to slip away quietly. Zelda on the switch had just been updated to Chinese, and I had to open a new game to explore the continent of Hyrule.

Miss Dong held her chin in her hands, looked out the window calmly, and said to herself, "They say that in college, if you don't fall in love, you will regret it. I also want to have a vigorous love affair." Love." When she said this, her eyes were bright, clear and pure, just like the eyes of the little prince looking at the four-thorn rose.

I looked at the light in her eyes, and I seemed to see that when I was a teenager, when I was young and frivolous, I would make unrealistic promises. At that time, I seemed to have said, "I want to have a vigorous love."

In the past two or three years, all the words I wrote focused on life. The weight of such a heavy word in life makes each of us unable to straighten our backs. Wherever there are poems, paintings, calligraphy and flowers, there is only firewood, rice, oil and salt left.

As we grow older, we seem to get better at drinking, and most of us drink bitter wine late at night. We all seem to feel that all the worries in life can be solved by drinking it all in one drink.

But what about love?

Love may have become a luxury for today’s fast-paced urbanites.

I gently asked Miss Dong, "What do you think love is to you?"

Miss Dong thought for a while and replied to me with a poem by Gu Cheng, "You When you look at me, you are very far away, but when you look at the clouds, they are very close.” I smiled, after all, she was still a literary young man deeply involved in novels.

Love is such a little thing, it’s so hard to describe.

The Biological Society believes that the foundation of love is based on biology. There is desire between you and me, which produces dopamine and norepinephrine. Naturally, we become confused and obsessed with pleasure, so we feel that there is love. Economics would say that love is nothing more than a complementary non-durable consumer good. We have spent all the opportunity costs, but we may only be chasing that tiny amount of diminishing marginal utility.

Miss Dong interrupted my academic report, "Stop, stop, senior, these theories of yours sound too unliterary and can easily make people sleepy. Here is some useful information."

I smiled and slowly replied, "Love, it comes with high mountains and long rivers, but it is only a longing."

When we were young, we always fantasized about love and heard all kinds of pretentious confessions: companionship is the longest confession, the moonlight is beautiful tonight, you are the third kind of beauty, etc. The sense of ritual is the most essential thing in love, but if you listen to sweet words too much, you seem to have become immune.

Jay Chou said, love comes too fast, like a tornado. That's great, because many of us have never seen a tornado in our lives.

Young people’s love goes so fast. The milk they just bought last month is in the refrigerator and has not yet expired. They have found a new partner. In fact, all of this can be understood. In the age of the Internet, all our processes are like being put on an accelerator. The public information of you and me is clear at a glance. If it is consistent, swipe right to follow the further development. If you don’t like it, swipe left to leave. After all, the next A good partner is still waiting for me, but I can’t waste any more time and money.

So, today with the highly developed Internet, the love between men and women may start with the sentence, "A date?" This is a weird world with highly developed technology. It seems that we have all improved our efficiency. However, the pressure of life and work is so great that we don’t seem to have time to get to know and understand someone well. So, in order to save time, we seem to have become too superficial. A lonely and unfamiliar life, and a living body that needs comfort, so in the end, the love in the metropolis just evolved into two people who can embrace and comfort each other all night long.

Miss Dong was silent for a while, and then asked me, "What is love?"

Love has thousands of beginnings.

I met you when I was a boy. You were eighteen years old at that time, with red lips and white teeth. Your curved single eyelids made me throb when you smiled. I think my ability to tell cold jokes must have attracted you, otherwise why didn't anyone else laugh, but the smile in your eyes almost fell out.

When you were middle-aged, I woke you up with a kiss. At this time, you, a MILF, were still passionate. You angrily scolded me for always buying things randomly and not knowing how to budget carefully, but You will secretly buy the games I like and make up reasons to reward me. How can you be so cute when you are blinking and thinking of excuses? No matter how stressful life is, when I see you every night when I go home, the waves in your caring eyes are enough to melt all the snow in the mountains.

When you were old, I supported you, but now you have gray hair and a stooped back. You have forgotten the stars, the sun and the moon, and those love words about the peach blossoms in March and the horizon tomorrow. Every time I When you go out, you always follow me to the door and keep nagging, "You are getting older, so be careful and don't act like a child." All you think about is firewood, rice, oil, salt, and what your children and grandchildren like to eat when they come home at night. Those unforgettable love between children and children has all turned into careful instructions to me. I stare at you affectionately, and my dry and trembling hands brush over your silver thread. Do you know, that is the taste of our love when we were eighteen.

When you and I first met, we were passionate. At that time, the autumn mood was strong, and the warm wind gently blew your black dress, and your smooth black hair could not block your eyes. The light that loves to laugh.

The best moment in love may be like this.

Falling in love at first sight and falling in love again are the most beautiful moments of love. I remember the bright sunshine that afternoon, the strange-shaped clouds in the sky, the hydrogen balloons that were sold well on the street, the children who always loved to run around, and you with a particularly beautiful smile.

When I was eighteen years old, I thought, in this life, I want to have a vigorous love.

However, now, I think, for the rest of my life, I still want to have a vigorous love.

If possible, I will still be as affectionate as the first time I met you, from a young boy to an old man.

I hope you also have your own, a vigorous love.

Happy Valentine’s Day to you.