What does purple love imply?

In the dark, collect lost warmth and quietly think about your initial heart. Everything is in sight, as if the story is repeating itself. Meeting you, in two places, facing the screen at night. Everything in the beginning sank into my heart and became infatuation today. Beyond silence, it is warm. In grief, I silently wrote down my initial heart. No one has the right to judge you. They may have heard of you, but they can't feel your experience. Looking back suddenly, there are always some feelings that I can't let go. Maybe you were just angry, but you cried for a long time when you said the word break up. Don't stop looking for him because of face, if you really love him. In front of love, everyone is humble. Often a person stays quietly in a corner, not wanting to be disturbed by all kinds of complexity, and giving his heart enough breath. Quiet, solidified the years, still time, taste the faint sadness brought by loneliness. Loneliness is the intersection of soul and flesh, and loneliness is the aestheticism of purifying the soul. Loneliness makes us calm down, think about human feelings, and be sincere in life. Shallow sadness, such as the colors of the world, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, have their own advantages, but I like purple. Love at first sight, have a soft spot. Purple symbolizes beautiful love, purity and nobility. Purple is dotted with beauty and hope in life in shallow sadness. Purple is like a rose, with a touch of romance embedded in the peak of love. It seems that I am used to waiting. I simply thought that happiness would come as long as I waited, but I missed it while waiting. Those happiness that can be happy, only regret when lost, why not seize it? In fact, blindly waiting is a ridiculous mistake in itself, but it is still a silly insistence. In the end, I can only laugh at myself as a fool. What does purple love imply? The four colors of love. There are four levels of love. There is a kind of love that is red, bright red and warm red. I have a pair of friends. This is the color of their love. They are all healthy, healthy as two balls with excellent elasticity, jumping on the ground all the time. Their health is really enviable. Her face is as red as an apple, and his body is like those bronze statues representing Hercules. However, the most enviable thing is the enthusiasm that may emanate from their hearts, which may be the enthusiasm emanating from friendship and work. They live and work together, and the strength of two people together makes people feel that they are a raging fire and a powerful driving force for the cause. One kind of love is blue, clear and transparent, as lovely as the blue sky. I have seen such a blue love. Both of them are so sober and quiet, and their minds seem to be full of wisdom. So it seems that there are few unnecessary troubles and disputes in their lives. Everything in life, in their light, will not be disturbed Family life, career, everything is as clear as in the bright sunshine. Blue love, isn't it cute? Another kind of love is pink, smooth pink, beautiful pink and delicate pink. Love is so delicate that people who have it need to protect it very carefully, put down their work and normal life and protect it carefully. Pink love needs to be wrapped in silk, sprinkled with perfume, put on music or beautiful scenery. In short, you can't touch a crush, and you will be smashed if you are not careful. I know many people think that love should be pink, so they try their best to pursue and cultivate it. However, few people can have such a delicate love affair for a long time. Because no one can be separated from work and normal life for a long time, holding such a pink carefully. There is also a kind of love that is purple, a melancholy purple, and an unpleasant purple. In purple love, both men and women are easy to get angry and always doubt each other's disloyalty. Sometimes, their mood is as clear as the blue sky occasionally, but in a short time, the sunny day will immediately change color. Sometimes they are passionate, but in a short time, everyone tries to throw cold water on each other's hearts. They live in love and have only love in their eyes, nothing else. They want to keep this love because they are afraid of losing it. However, as a result, they attacked each other and blamed each other nervously. In their love, there are fewer smiles and more tears. Their love is a melancholy, a melancholy purple. What does purple love mean? Each kind of "love" has its own unique color "love", which is romantic, full of emotion and mysterious. I have been eager to find the answer ... some people say it is a habit and preference, and everyone is getting used to it or is getting used to it or wants to get used to it. There are too many stories about love, and life can never be separated from love. If you want to describe the form of love, you can only express it vividly through stories, movies or music, because love itself is abstract. If the exam topic is: Please describe the color of love. Everyone who thinks independently will not hand in a blank sheet of paper, even if it is a blank sheet of paper, it is only a blank sheet of paper that she thinks love is pure, full of fantasy and romance. There is a kind of love called "this killer is not too cold", a super-standard professional killer, a little girl that no one loves, and a specious "love". Anyone who has seen it should know that it is no exaggeration to say that it is love; It is like a green plant, in the black, violence and killing, so that two lonely hearts in a world find warmth and care together. The last sentence "I love you" won the life of a little girl. The killer met a girl and finally became "not too cold" and no longer ruthless. Of course, the killer lost his life for love, and love gave a new life to the ruthless killer. The girl Tilda said, "Leon, I think I'm in love with you. This is my first love, you know? " This is love, and age is not a boundary. At this time, I saw a big boy's shyness in Leon's face. Black hat, black trench coat and sunglasses, black love also has warm love. There is a kind of love called Forrest Gump. A white feather brings a kind of life, and there is something called "love" in life. An ancient and beautiful village, an isolated wooden house. Jenny, a girl, and Forrest Gump, a boy, often sit on a big tree and count the stars, looking at the distance. They study together and grow together. Wherever Jenny is, Forrest Gump always misses her. This is the love of Forrest Gump. His love world is so simple that there is nothing to say. Forrest Gump keeps Jenny in mind and writes happiness on his face. Seeing that she was at a loss, they walked side by side in the garden. Forrest Gump became uneasy because of excessive happiness and excitement. This is love, and one can have love. It is stupid and pure love, which makes people envy and hate. Jenny kept away and dodged again and again. She is happy and safe when she lies beside Forrest Gump. Love is more of a sense of happiness. Many years later, when Forrest Gump met his son, the indescribable complex mood made me shed tears of relief, excitement and happiness, for Forrest Gump, for love, for that unchanging heart and for everyone. I also felt the psychological pressure that Forrest Gump should bear as a father; Feathers again, or white. This put an end to the story. Because of love, I also fell in love with bai ling. Warm air slowly floated down white feathers, warm and romantic white, full of fantasy and sincere wishes. Wish: Forrest Gump is all right. There is a kind of love called love letter, a story of youth, sunshine, classroom, boys and girls, and an eighteen-year-old story, which is full of shyness and ignorance. A love letter, opened two love. A story about love, a story I didn't have time to tell, and the audience regretted it for many years. The snow in winter and the sunshine in the school library are calmly telling love and witnessing thoughts. A most ordinary, quiet and literary love story. We seem to see our hearts when we were young and hear our heartbeat. This is the original version of the love we had at that time. It is full of beauty and shyness, and we believe in lifelong follow-up. Because I love each other too much, I bury my love deeply. The red eyes tell the watery years, bid farewell to the green youth, and left indelible scars. Love in memory is always unforgettable. These two plain and real "trees" interpret the whole first love, full of sadness, sadness, faint colors, real, visible and tangible, and feel like yesterday. This is the first love, boys and girls, a kind of deep love but hidden in the bottom of my heart. Snow mountain, sky, tree trunk, everything becomes far away. Far away, you try to ignore it, stop thinking about it in the story and take it as your own story. I think this is love, love that turns red and burns when you say it. This is a world where love has become extremely beautiful and the sun has become extraordinarily bright. Love is a chemical substance, and it has incredible power. Love is not just a flower, not red, not just wanting to have it. A person has a love, which is a unique memory. It is blue, as blue as the sky, it is green, as vibrant as the grass in spring, it is any color, it is the infinite color in your heart. Not money, but better than wealth. He was here, she was there, at least in my memory ... One night when I was welcoming love, I suddenly blushed, a little shy and suddenly at a loss. I used to think that love was no big deal, but who knew it was menacing. But who knows what color love is? At the moment when TA was born, my mother looked up and saw the peach blossom blooming outside the window. In the future, there will be another person named "Peach Blossom" in the world. TA is known as a "love expert". Taohua imagined countless love stories for herself with her resounding name, and claimed that it was because she was full and had nothing to do. I'm still imagining. I'm still trying to imagine alone. This is the fantasy of love. Love should not be so complicated or so hasty. When "love business" is repeated in my ears, I still believe "because of love", which reminds me of "the girl we chased together in those years" again. There is a kind of love called "the girl we chased in those years". Their love, like ours, is colorful, with regrets and grievances, but it is the most beautiful, because it is the most true. This thing called "love" should have been sealed up, but one day it will be seen again. There was love in our world, black, white and colorful. Our love is true, sincere and simple.