Love for a month: 100 words.

The most beautiful love is that two people walk hand in hand through those gullies, hills and valleys, through hardships and hardships, and finally usher in a hopeful dawn in the dark. The simplest happiness is the belief that two people stick to each other, never give up, and strive for progress. Happiness is just a feeling, and what touches us is always true, sincere and sincere!

There is always some love that cannot be forgotten, and there are always some people who can't get it. There will be sadness and regret in love, but everything can fade away in the past years. Even if the memories of old love have been planted in my heart, I can never return to the gradually hazy past.

The love that bloomed in the maple leaves in October was full of acacia, and finally did not survive the winter. My love died alone in the cold wind and flying snow! Snow buried my love and dead leaves in the ground, and the purple butterfly that once danced has long since disappeared. I collected my troubles bit by bit and put them into the frozen river.