What is love?
A long time ago, I always thought that love was a very romantic and elegant thing. In a picturesque place, a casual encounter is a necessary romantic prerequisite, and the talent of a man and the beauty of a woman have also become a strong desire in my heart. There is no doubt that I hope that my love can last forever and be passed down through the ages!
Once these conditions are not met, in my heart, this love will become plain, ordinary and mediocre. People like me who advocate perfection cannot accept and tolerate it no matter what. I ignored all the ups and downs and rumors that subverted me, and stayed in my own boat, looking for my little green island of love. But sometimes lion poop is really better than bear poop. Except in TV, movies and books, I am a person without love. While everyone else is full of love, I am the only one with nothing. This makes me very depressed.
"You care too much about form," someone criticized me. "As long as the result is what you want, do you need to care about how the result is obtained? Even Grandpa Deng said that white cats and black cats are good cats, even if they catch mice. Why are you so stubborn?"
So I also had love.
But I can't keep it.
"For a man, it is impossible for a man to love any woman beyond his mother and daughter; for a woman, it is impossible for a woman to love any man beyond her father and son. Why not transform fickle love into eternal family affection?"
"But when love turns into family affection, doesn't it stop being love?" I seemed a little disappointed.
What's even more sad is that no one is willing to answer me anymore...
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