Life is just a series of unfinished works with vague footnotes.
For me, it is a wordless textbook. Such a metaphor is vivid and vivid.
We fell in love.
Because mutual possession can only rely on absorbing and merging every particle of each other's soul and body. So we fell in love crazily, clumsily, shamelessly and decisively.
Love cannot be hidden, but it is hidden but difficult to hide.
Love should not be squandered, but squandering it will result in more loss than gain.
Love should not be retained, but retention is gradually moved away.
Love should not be recalled, but recalling it is unspeakably painful.
Even though it was despicable, dangerous, and even hopeless, I still did it. The sky of heaven is filled with the fire of hell. This is the eternity you and I can share.
(Family, love, teacher-student love)