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June weather in Ordos is 20 10.

The world is the most beautiful flower. Is it a "flower of love"? Yes, it must be.

Do not believe you, when the flower of love is in full bloom, the ugly duckling's face will always flush, Manas weather, brighter eyes, long hair hanging over his shoulders; When love blooms, careless boys become more patient and careful, their clothes are no longer dirty, and they don't forget to look in the mirror when they go out; When love blooms, all beautiful words are so shallow that they can't express one tenth of love. The sunshine is brighter and the pedestrians on the road are more amiable. When love is in full bloom, girls can wait for their boyfriends in the dark night and never feel afraid. Boys can take the 12-hour train to meet girls after working, and then take the 12-hour bus to come back to work two hours later. When love blossoms, the 60-year-old man will feel that he is as tall and straight as he was at the age of 20, and he will eat more fragrant. He will say that he is not a hero if he climbs the Great Wall. When love blooms, terminally ill girls rekindle their confidence in life. The weather in Ningbo is looking forward to the lucky arrival of the miracle of life.

The flower of love is so vigorous, purer and more beautiful than roses, more sincere and warmer than tulips, freer and happier than Helan, more eternal and deeper than forget-me-not. However, all flowers will wither, and when the seasons change, when the wind comes and the rain goes, the flowers will fall a little. Is the beauty still there? Like all vows, we are always romantic. We are eager to hug each other for a long time. We are eager for the loyalty of love to be rock solid. We firmly believe that the fragrance of the flower of love will haunt us forever. However, in time, love will disappear unconsciously in the storm of life.

I used to think that an umbrella sheltered the wind and rain, and the world became your affectionate gaze; I used to think that with a diamond ring on my hand, I had a lifelong agreement. I used to think that a bed slept with you and me, and two hearts stayed here forever. However, when passion fades, when two people become transparent in each other's eyes, when spiritual enjoyment is replaced by three meals a day, whole grains, rice, oil, salt, vinegar and tea, love also falls in the blue sky and white clouds. There are many weeds in the clear water I saw in the sky.

You said: Why don't you say you love me? You can't say it a hundred times a day when you are in love. You said again: Why don't you go shopping with me? When you are in love, you always enjoy it. You also said: where did you go when you were in love, where did you go when you chased me, and why did you work as a clerk for five years? He said: I hate that you would rather watch TV and dance than do housework. So you love cleanliness, and there is no dust on the ground. He added: I hate it when you watch those romantic dramas and wipe your tears every day. Your children don't ask questions about their studies. In the past, you said you would continue to study an undergraduate course, but now you haven't read a book for eight years; He also said: I hate that you don't understand people. Tired one day, wronged one day. You never asked questions. You used to ask questions when you saw me frown.

So you quarreled, you slept in separate rooms, you began to look for emotional outlets in other places, you all forgot romance and lingering warmth in the moonlight, and the flower of love fell to the ground in repeated quarrels, so love came to an end.

There are cloudy days, sunrises and sunsets, and there will always be many unpredictable weather in the years; Flowers bloom and fall, and feelings gather and disperse. Life is always full of joys and sorrows of love. Maybe this is life.

When we were young, we didn't understand love, because we didn't understand it, we would be happy. When we grow up and step into the marriage hall, we find that love is not what I imagined. Just like when the flowers bloom, we don't want to think about the sadness when the flowers fall. Only when the flowers of love fall, do we find the tears flow down.

Is there eternal love in this world? Are there any flowers that never fade?