What is love?
When we are young, we are obsessed with falling in love at first sight. Because we hate ordinary life, we regard all adventures, novelties and excitements as plots arranged by God, and we are so selfish that we only care about ourselves.
After experiencing the pain of growing up, I began to gradually understand the power of silence. The childish boy of the year staggered to learn to explore love, and then he began to slowly understand: love is a kind of vulgarity that is ordinary to the extreme; it is a kind of plainness that is gorgeous to the extreme.
For me, love may just be a responsibility that makes me feel at ease.