I always thought that only in the movie can we see the moment of life and death, and even if we sacrifice our lives, we must leave the last hope of living to our lover. It was not until one day that we read the documentary report that we truly believed in the world that there is such a heroic love legend.
A newlywed couple went on a wild outing. The husband unfortunately fell off the cliff and hung on the long green vine. The wife tried her best to save each other but failed, and hung on the green vine with her husband. The green vine drooped little by little in the sound of breaking. The wife said to her husband with tears in her eyes: I want to leave the hope of life for you. You must live well in ... After saying that, you jumped and jumped into the canyon.
She is like a beautiful angel, leaving a gorgeous arc when she slides down the abyss. The arc is a beautiful note, the end of life, and the starting line left for life. Her leaping was better than the bold words of the sky and the earth.
What is love? This is a question that countless people have asked countless times over the past thousands of years. It seems simple, but the answers are very different. What is love like? When I was young, I was vowed to make a vow under the moonlight? The mutual support and affection in middle age? In his 80s, he held his hand and grew old together.
What is love? A angular stone was slowly polished by the best machine of time without any edges. When the initial passion was burned by the years, it cooled down and turned into a symphony of life after the Blue Danube. Love will be dragged into the mode of family affection by the second hand of time. Love is legendary, but family affection is dull; love can be romantic, but family affection is permanent. When you are in love, you will ask; if you love or not, you will think after marriage; if you are in love or not.
I am still thinking about the wife who jumped off the cliff. Her traces are forever frozen in the romance, because the moment of first marriage is the season of love. Before she could enter the mode of family affection, she is a legend, a legend of love. May the wind sway the green vine, remember her loyalty, and may love the green vine to seal the sad and documentary immortal legend in people's memory.