Talk About Love

Dormitory chat, speaking of love. A friend disappeared for several days, and later she learned that she stayed in the dormitory all day long because of breaking up with snacks and rolls of paper on the table. And she looked at the sensational Korean TV series with tears and snot. When I saw her, she curled up on the seat with a pillow in front of her. Her hair was yellow and messy into a pile of withered branches and fallen leaves. The computer is still playing sad stories as always. The whole dormitory is covered with a damp depression like rust and the sluggish sunshine outside the window. I knew how lively, lovely, optimistic, cheerful and beautiful this friend was at ordinary times, and I was really surprised by her appearance which was shown in front of others in such a decadent and sluggish way. Maybe it was because that women were too emotional, and they couldn’t get their feelings back after they were placed out. Therefore, this friend who always smiled brightly would say to me in a low voice: I’m really not willing to give up. I watched tears flow out of her big eyes, slowly down along the outline of her cheek, shaking at her delicate chin, and then dripping. At that moment, I also seemed to feel sad. Perhaps, this is the pain that love should teach us. When I was young, I always had beautiful fantasies about love. I imagined that he and I should have a beautiful encounter. If life is just like the first sight. The first time I saw it was in the misty water of West Lake, on the slightly wet bluestone bridge, holding a oiled paper umbrella, Xu Xian gently lifted Bai Suzhen. Or, at the moment Baoyu lifted up Daiyu, in the dark fragrance of her sleeves, the four eyes were opposite, which was the legend of the fairy flower of Langyuan which had been reincarnated for thousands of years. Another sentence was: I have seen this younger sister. Then, start the story of two people. Take yourself as the charming heroine in the love drama, and there will be a handsome and gentle prince. The Love Path of the two will be nine twists and eighteen turns, which is soul-stirring. When I was young, I was always extremely brave and pure. I was looking forward to being soul-stirring to be unforgettable. However, nowadays, the young heart is gradually rational and mature after the annual rings of years are polished. The fantasy feelings of Young Girls in Flower season have faded away. They don’t expect thrilling feelings any more, but they always believe in love. Perhaps, we still have a wonderful first meeting, but this first meeting was in an ordinary party, in an ordinary group activity, in a simple trip out, in countless lives, we met each other, then met each other, and finally fell in love. I met you, you met me, so we had our story. This story does not need to be special or vigorous. As long as the story belongs to two people, it is meaningful even if it is simple. Once another friend told me that her love in middle school was very warm and sweet. She said that when two people were together, they would lie on the lawn behind the classroom in a quiet afternoon, doing nothing and breathing the fragrance of the soil with the green grass. I will listen to the sound of insects and birds together on the lake full of Catkins and in the Light Night breeze. He would smile at her with a cup of steaming soya-bean milk under the dormitory in the winter morning. Before falling asleep, she would receive his phone call, with a warm voice coming out, saying a simple good night. When she said these memories, her face was full of happiness. This is the love in my school days. In the beautiful age when I was in love, there was a unique purity and romance. Very common things can be moved to a mess. In hot films and TV plays, young men and women are talking about sad or happy love one after another, on campus, in society, in family, the love on the screen shows their joys and sorrows, but there is always a feeling that makes me look at the flowers through the fog. We say that there are more unknowns in real life, which is much more complicated than films and TV plays. But at the same time, the love in life is much simpler than the bizarre coincidence in the play. How to treat it is only idealism. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. 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