Love is sweet and bitter. Perhaps many literary works will describe love too perfectly, too romantically and too sacredly, but love in reality is often full of pain and helplessness! He is congenial to her, perfect in appearance, and everyone envies him. The two swore to each other and looked forward to a better tomorrow together. Suddenly one day, she told him that she no longer loved him because a rich man wanted to marry her. Although he is brilliant, he is only a poor scholar after all. In the face of great material wealth, the romance of love is only a temporary passion. When everything returns to reality, it is money that really determines the direction and quality of love. After listening to her words, he didn't say anything, and then left angrily. He doesn't believe that his talents can't be brought into full play. Even love will be lost in the course of life. What is there to believe? He resigned and went to sea, worked hard and finally won 1 million. He is satisfied, but there is an incurable scar in his heart. At the beginning, she hurt him, which is a pain that can't be compensated for for a lifetime. Finally, tired of the commercial war, he decided to drive to find her, let her see his achievements, his own possession and avenge himself. Then he realized that for so many years, deep down, she had always been the only one for him. Although she hurt him the most, his love and hate for her are equally unforgettable. He followed the road he remembered to find her, only to find that her elderly parents had gone away together. Driving with him, I accidentally came to a cemetery. Two old people leaned over a grave and laid down flowers. He was shocked: her eternal smile shone on the tombstone, as if it had reappeared for more than ten years. How many years of hard work, how many years of love and hate are facing such a fact! After a burst of heartbreaking pain, an unforgettable scar in my heart immediately turned into deep regret and regret. He stumbled out of the car and poured out Hua Song's tears of grievances, thoughts, happiness and pain for more than ten years, so that her love in heaven could dissolve his hatred, bear all his pains and sorrows, and let her unbeaten smiling face be the witness of her love with him. The two old men told him that their daughter wanted them to hide his life. I would rather let him hate her all his life than let him grieve for her terminal illness all his life. She never failed him. She used her short life to burn the love of her life. He has never wronged her. After more than ten years of ups and downs in business, he has never fallen in love with any woman. This is all about love. Ms. Zhang Xiaofeng from Taiwan Province Province wrote a gentle and touching "love view". She said: To love someone is to live with him contentedly. HarmonyOS system is a desolate place. We can't imagine expanding ourselves into a space of six kingdoms and eight directions. We just want to fill the life time of two people with each other's ashes. To love someone is to leave him an apple in the refrigerator until he comes back. To love someone is to keep pouring hot water into his cup on a cold night. To love someone is to like two people to put away all the leftovers on the table together, listen to his music of washing dishes in the sink-and then secretly wash the places he didn't clean again. Wait a minute. Ms. Zhang's love is full of sweetness, touching and enviable, but such a full and happy love is rare after all. In the eyes of many flawed people, this is close to myth: to love someone is to rejoice in the beauty of the collision between two hearts and pray again and again in your heart. This is not an illusion, nor an instant, but the only exception, which is true eternity. To love someone is to reach out and give wholeheartedly, even if it is futile and short-lived. Even if the dream is broken again, even if the soul is divided from now on, you can't refuse such an emotion, if not, if far, if near, if alive, if dead. Loving someone is when he examines you. You are not confident for the first time in your life, so you go back in time and go back to 20 years ago overnight. At that time, in your little girl's heart, you longed for beauty in addition to beauty ... loving someone means that you really want to be his right-hand man, his eyes, and even his alarm clock-when mediocre reality and ugly reality approach him, you should scream sharply in his heart and tell him never to write a poem when you love someone: how much I hope your phone will come from the horizon and how much I hope to have you. How much you want to be supported by your tenacious arms in the thunderstorm, how much you want to be on the dance floor with you on that beautiful night, how much you want to smile at each other when you are old and sick, and how much you want to suddenly fall from the sky on this sad night. To love someone is to gradually cultivate maternal love for him, love his advantages, forgive his shortcomings, change the habit of not writing letters or taking notes, and constantly write down your feelings, discoveries and reading experiences and send them to him, hoping that one long letter after another will broaden and enrich him. To love someone is to turn a blind eye to the great spiritual distance, but always be grateful for your wealth. You believe that the truth that this world is about to disappear is firmly in your hands. Smile when you see the morning star, nod when you see the sunset, and stop frowning when you meet the dark winter. You face everything with a smile, because you feel stronger than the whole world. Loving a person is an inevitable but repeated mistake: pour out your feelings and thoughts, pour out your treasure and attachment to him, and delude yourself into believing that he is not as shallow and boring as ordinary men. Loving someone means that after extreme disappointment, the fuse is finally lit, the shackles are removed, and the heart is relaxed and free again. However, with a word and a caring expression, you can easily be thrown into a new round of burning. To love someone is to hate him and miss him, while belittling him and expecting him. Just as the expulsion order announced that he would never see you again, he turned around and dialed the number for him. Loving someone means that one day when the illusion is finally completely restored to illusion and the truth is finally completely cold, you are still dumbfounded despite your premonition. Your heart is twitching and your brain is blank. You don't believe this is true, you don't believe that what you cherish most is the most illusory and fragile. Loving someone means that from that day on, you will no longer pity the deaf-mute people-people who have no language skills, and you don't have to listen to lies or believe them. People without language skills don't need to be hurt by cold words. The mind will always be checked by the mind, and the mind will always be opened for the mind. What's wrong with being deaf? Loving someone is a great fear, and finally my heart is blank. You no longer love or hate, you are no longer angry or sad. Pity is growing in your heart. Pity the people you have been addicted to, pity the people you have loved, and pity the mediocre and weak people. At this time, loving someone becomes an experience. This experience used to be sweet, but in the end it was painful. This experience gradually precipitates into a step-you stand on the step and regain your height.

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