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Love is a kind of sorrow, from the separation of each other, the thoughts and thoughts in the heart; love is a kind of family affection, seeing each other is like your own blood; love is a kind of attachment, relying on each other to comfort and heal;
Love is a kind of complacency, snuggling in the bed as unrestrained as animals; love is a date or a nest, as noble as a revolutionary spirit, as cheap as dust, dust flying everywhere;
What is love? In fact, nothing is it.
Love has nothing. It may be nothing in itself. Gifts and love are just external sustenance. If people are gone, things are just shells. Love may be entanglement of interests and considerations for survival.
Love is empty, but the feelings are full. You must always yearn for love, because you yearn for beauty. If you don’t want it, you cannot give up. Yes, you must have a bit of upward imagination.
Love may be: choice-persistence-receiving fate-end; maybe it is: choice-leave-together-snuggling-hugging and healing; or it may be: like-admiration-attention-year-old; maybe your love missed it when you accidentally leave...
No matter what, the love in the story always tells about love that grows old together, telling that no matter how sad the love is, separation is considered a dream. Maybe love is just one minute, I see you, and you also like me - the spring in my eyes, maybe love is three hours, and we will meet together to have a fast food, maybe three months, three years, or longer;
Every adult has his own "love" in his heart, and he will not speak, or he will not speak, or he will not speak;
Love may be just an imagination, it exists in other people's lives, and in entanglements and reality, other people's love is more fragrant?
What if he doesn't matter, love can be regarded as time, time is love, she verifies everything, watching life grow old, time is shrinking and floating; see love as a state, love is a self-righteous event, she has no fixed pattern, no image, no state, and no packaging;
Everyone has different emotions for everyone, she cannot copy or imitate, love is not a number that can be accurately described by percentages, and love is not a bed The performances are all the time; love is the help of you and me, and it is also the battlefield of silent companionship;
Maybe there is some love in the distance, standing on the distant hills;
Love is impulsive and rational, trivial and full of furry. If it is all fireworks, then congratulations on your way. If it is just a white need, then congratulations on your way.
Love, she is a normal thing, hidden in an impermanent environment! There is love, maybe there is nothing, maybe it is a smiley face with sweet trust and support!
So love is an ideal.
#Autumn life check-in season##Love##What is love?##Those beauty about love#
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