Meng zui hong Yan

dreams are drunk with the world of mortals, and dreams are drunk with the world of mortals. I walked across the south of the Yangtze River, and the appearance in the season was like a lotus flower.

There was once a girl who loved a boy deeply, but the boy didn't know it. Seeing that Valentine's Day is coming, the boy entrusted the girl to send a bunch of roses to another girl. When the boy handed the flowers to the girl, the girl cried, but she didn't let the boy know. The girl knows that the boy loves not her, but others. The only thing he can do is silently bless and help the boy.

once, in order to express his love to another girl, a boy used the pretext of going out to play with his friends. At the same time, the girl was invited. When the boy was crossing the road, suddenly an out-of-control car came on. Without thinking, the girl resolutely stood in front of the boy, and her life was dying because she couldn't dodge. The boy suddenly became blindsided. On the way to the hospital, the girl kept holding the boy's hand, because the girl clearly knew that she was dying and there was not much time to get along with the boy. The boy said sadly to the girl, "Why are you so stupid?" The girl said, "For the person you like, you can give up everything, even your own life." At this moment, the boy realized that it was the girl who had been silently supporting himself. < P > Unfortunately, it was too late, and the girl died because of excessive blood loss. The last sentence the girl said to the boy was: Love is dedication without reason. The boy now understands the true meaning of this sentence: love doesn't need to be vigorous, and it doesn't need vows of eternal love. As long as it is given by ordinary people, it is the most real thing.

Love is dedication, and I care for it with my life. Love is a kind of faith, which gives me persistent strength. There is a place in each of us, echoing the eternal sound of Farewell My Concubine, which is a collection of "searching, cold and lonely, sad and sad", and it is sad to say that "I am willing to point to my soul and know the way, and teach my dreams to return to the corridor". Each of us has a yearning, a TA of our own, holding a touch of tenderness from behind, clasping our fingers, whispering and whispering, and never leaving. Each of us has a rule, that is, we will stay together for the rest of our lives, cross the boat, * * * sleep on the pillow, share, * * * enjoy, and let the years go by, and the prosperity will come to an end to accompany you in the next reincarnation.

That year, when we met in Taoyuan and passed by, I couldn't forget you. I took off pieces of acacia and suddenly looked back. I only hope you can look back like me.