Love, like a sail ship travel brigitte tao, like a star, swimming in the sea level. The endless horizon framed. It looks so small. However, it conveys is another. It is a kind of belief, it was a kind of
persistent, that is a kind of yearning.
When wake up morning sunrise, behind the sun, it learned to laugh; The sensei dusk, curl diffused, it learned to cry; When a cloudless blue sky, a calm, it learned to calm; When coping with a cloud, when the
waves heinous, it learned to stray. Love, even if is not great, but it also taught our comprehension, redeemed lonely, let the soul to get practice.
However, we cannot love from life, even if it is ever been hurt. Because it is not just the pain and tears. Is more of a desire, and the pursuit of faith. Virtually, it is in this indifferent world of
mortals, weaving a dream. Let the withered heart was moist, mistaking the seeds of hope to irrigate, bloom the flowers. Then use the bursts of fragrance in our body, protect us, waiting for us. Maybe, this
is a kind of divine power, it's called love.
However, cigarettes and matches that don't call love, but is the use of each other. One is to be lit, one is to light, is toward the different purposes and interests and live. So also not who hurt who, just
hurt the love. In our life, this kind of false love is there. Many people for money or parents' pressure, to achieve a purpose, will form a marriage in a hurry, don't go to ignore whether both sides have a
common language. As a result, it looks more like a deal, but not love. Isn't there a love marriage, not play rascal?
The true love, it is hard to describe. It might be a little smile, it may be a simple greeting, it may be a selfless tolerance. You can't find it there. Only the two heart to meet, to interpret the feeling
between each other, to give it to firmly grasp.
Love, is a lonely watchers, in the rain, in the city, in the countryside, in the crowd. It will not words, or words mean. You once met, however, it can incarnate into a angel, bring you into the
sky; Go to see the golden rice waves of dancing with the wind, go to see the rainbow after the rain of the seven colors of color, to see the night intoxicating neon scene, go to see the weeds with the
fragrance of the flowers fragrant. Then, let your clasped hands, walking holding your happiness life.
In this short decades years, maybe we will miss a lot, but please don't miss this wonderful love. Today, so please take out your courage to the people you love have a chance to say: I love you!