In this era of love fast food, love seems to have become the least valuable thing. As soon as the upper and lower lips touched, "I love you" came out. Human beings seem to have suddenly become the least caring animals in the world. Whether they sing love songs, read love poems or write romance novels, they are just bubbles used by this group of people who lack love to fill the emptiness in their hearts. In primary school, middle school and then university, our ability to love has been suppressed, making those intimate relationships just to confirm the long-suppressed longing in our hearts. I remember that Jiang Jie had a collection of poppies: a young man listens to the rain in the attic with red candles and a dim tent, a middle-aged man listens to the rain in a boat, and the broad clouds on the river are low and the wild geese call in the west wind. Now, listening to the rain at the foot of the monk's hut, the hair on the temples is already dotted, the joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and the steps are dripping until dawn.
Without the impulse and enthusiasm of youth, would we still love? Will the instinct of love be released along with the disappearance of external pressure?