I'm afraid I can't wait for love

I said a little too much, I hope you can finish reading him, because this is the root of my answer to your question, my friend, our life is neither salty nor light, and our love seems to be there. Love in the material age has long been corroded and stale. Can you leave a space to make your mind simple, so simple that only the shadow of the other person is left in the other person's eyes? Shuttling through the high-rise city, asking about the feasting and snuggling, can there be true love that belongs to us? And when we walk hand in hand under the high-rise buildings in the bustling city and smell the dust flying all over the sky, is that feeling not so sweet? When love is as simple as a hug, are you still building a mirage for yourself? No matter how strong a person is, there are times when he is weak. How many of those tough-looking people can read our inner loneliness? Who can really send us the Garden of Eden without the smell of copper?

The world is busy, and the pursuit never stops, which is nothing more than fame, profit and power. I am not a lover, and I can't be stupid enough to pursue that peerless and beautiful true love only in my dream country. Love is sometimes realistic. How extravagant it is to talk about love without bread! Without gorgeous clothes, we can still wear coarse linen, without a car house, we still have land to live in. At that time, I always proudly said: Even if we have nothing, we still have love! And love, like a kind of food, has a shelf life after all. When one day you suddenly find that the love you used to be proud of is just an empty and gorgeous appearance, to what extent will you be surprised at that moment? Hard-working love will quietly leave you. Is this world eternal? Even the stars will fall and the universe will be destroyed. After the passage of time, who still remembers that unforgettable hug? How long can a love last? Perhaps the essence of people is to love the new and hate the old, and fairy tales can only come to an abrupt end when the prince and princess live a happy life from now on. Because in trivial daily life, all the details are similar. How many touching movements can pots and pans make in the collision? I finally understand that the happy combination is not perfect, and the reason why love is beautiful is precisely because of its shortcomings. Can people who come together after several storms love each other for life? In the final analysis, respecting each other is just a maintenance of family ties. How many thrilling memories did you leave after soaking in oil, salt, sauce and vinegar during your escape? Love, only in plain, can last for a long time.