There is such a story: the master struck a slender match, and the flame danced happily and was extremely excited. Seeing that the delicate life of the match was about to disappear, the distant wind felt very sorry, so he rushed over and blew out the burning flame in one breath, saving the match. The extinguished match was thrown to the ground by the owner. Matches looked up and said to the wind, "Grandma Feng, why did you blow me out?" Mother-in-law Feng replied, "Son, I can't bear to see your short life end so soon!" " After listening to the match, he sighed, "Grandma Feng, the greatest value of my short life is burning, but you have killed the bright spot in my short life." ..."

This is not only a story, but also a reality. Love is a lofty and deep feeling, and love is an eternal topic of human beings; Love is everywhere. There will be a lot of love between people, between people and society, between people and nature. Love is happy, but, you know? Sometimes, love is also a kind of injury.

Now let's look at the current students, which one is not the bright moon and apple in their parents' eyes, and their parents are carefully spending their whole life to care for them. This is really an old saying: "If you hold it in your hand, you are afraid of losing it." What can students get? Some of the treatments that used to be enjoyed by the royal aristocrats are now enjoyed in advance, but the result is that the students are a group of weak and incompetent chickens as soon as they go out, because they only know how to stay under the wings of hens all day, avoid setbacks and enjoy everything he can imagine in the greenhouse. .....

I think this kind of love is like a female hedgehog in winter. She always holds the hedgehog to keep warm because she is afraid of catching cold. I don't know if the hedgehog will grow up. When it grows up, their spikes will hurt themselves and others. The longer the time, the sharper the spike and the deeper the damage.

Ah, sometimes, love is also a kind of injury, and it hurts, it hurts.