A male classmate in high school, who is now very successful in his career, said he would be my lover. He is a very manly man, and many female students yearn for him.

Lovers are not what many people think. They are lovers after sleeping with each other. Love is a beautiful word. It is beautiful, elegant, noble and lasting. It is a feeling of walking on the edge of friends, confidantes and lovers. It is more romantic than lovers, more intimate than friends, and has more body information than confidantes. Friends trust each other and lovers tolerate each other. Lovers are the natural result of all these factors. It may be because of the trust of friends, and then the appreciation of confidante. Because there is no way, it can be called a lover. But not a real lover. A true lover is the beauty produced by distance, the yearning at arm's length, the secret love that no one can share, the only one besides his wife or husband, and the perfection of icing on the cake. Lovers will never disturb each other's lives.

The beauty of lovers is based on extramarital affairs. Love is not your own. He has his own life and work, his own friends and his own place to go. You can't ask him to be with you every day. One date is enough for you to remember for a long time. Meeting again is just an endless wait. Isn't marriage a three-year pain and a seven-year itch? People with delicate feelings will think that marriage has passed the shelf life like touching the right hand with the left hand. Litchi is fresh and beautiful. If you eat it every day, you will feel tasteless. As the saying goes, a long-lived orchid room doesn't smell its fragrance, but a lover is a bit like a peach blossom in April, which only lasts for one season. Whether you appreciate it or not, it will fade as scheduled, and you will have to wait until next year when you want to see it again.