I admit that the reason why I stay here and work hard is just for men - handsome men.
I love men
Gentle man, innocent man, lively man, humorous man, deep man, reserved man, quiet man, wild man, rough man, playboy man, affectionate man
Reader comments
I don't know if it's appropriate for me as a young student girl to take the liberty of expressing my views on love, but maybe I won't be in the same state of mind now after many years. Obviously, the plot and characters of the story are perfectly appropriate, and the tenderness embedded in the trivial details makes people feel emotional. In reality, not all true feelings can be responded to, and not all suffering and suffering can be seen. Perfection is something the human heart desires and a state of divinity, but we have a perception of perfection, an intense, unreal perception, which is both a blessing and a curse. In the love between Xianmei and Zhou Jun, we can see thousands of ourselves. When people are young, they often give without hesitation for what they want. When they grow up, they gradually become afraid of tiredness, fear of giving, and fear of lack of gains and rewards. To a certain extent, this is a kind of growth. In the cruel life, we have learned to achieve the highest cost-effectiveness of giving and receiving in such a way. We also use limited energy to selectively do things, but at the same time, we have also worn away the simple cognition and nature of our youth. In love, or in marriage, people often refuse to give because they are hurt. But unlike most things in reality, love is a physiological need, and intimacy between the two parties will become a need and desire for most people. I think that today's society has gradually made this desire and heartbeat cheap and numb, so that giving for love seems less simple and sincere. Love has also slowly become like other things. We are afraid to give through growth, and change the state of mind of both parties in quarrels and knots. What is special about this work is this. It shows that two people take the initiative to fill the gap in one's heart through circuitous wandering, and win a true relationship through struggle, pain, or long-term efforts. In the material society, such spiritual pursuits are slowly disappearing, and sincere love and infatuation are absolutely precious and deeply enviable. From the perspective of a person like me who has never really experienced love, such a perfect relationship makes me feel extremely insecure. As I said, perfection is both a blessing and a curse. If it were me, I would let both parties fuse after a lot of hard work, experience the deep feeling of the soul mate during the fusion, and then separate again in another more unforgettable pain, leaving a deep mark on the heart again, and then spend time filling the licking wounds until they grow old. I think every relationship or every pain gives people the ability to grow overnight. The reality is cruel and shameless, and there is never a concept of balance between blessings and misfortunes. Let the disaster in love bring Mei and Zhou to the bottom, but still not lose the courage to love. This is the real love in my eyes. It is not about staying with each other for a long time, but the most important true love is to accompany each other to grow and give each other the most important thing. Just like "Alive", Fugui loses his loved ones again and again, but lives on in pain again and again. In the end, he has no thoughts at all and just lives to tell stories, and living itself is the real pen that reflects the power of his soul. I don't know if I can relate to what I say.
I don't know if it's appropriate for me as a young student girl to take the liberty of expressing my views on love, but maybe I won't be in the same state of mind now after many years. Obviously, the plot and characters of the story are perfectly appropriate, and the tenderness embedded in the trivial details makes people feel emotional. In reality, not all true feelings can be responded to, and not all suffering and suffering can be seen. Perfection is something the human heart desires and a state of divinity, but we have a perception of perfection, an intense, unreal perception, which is both a blessing and a curse. In the love between Xianmei and Zhou Jun, we can see thousands of ourselves. When people are young, they often give without hesitation for what they want. When they grow up, they gradually become afraid of tiredness, fear of giving, and fear of lack of gains and rewards. To a certain extent, this is a kind of growth. In the cruel life, we have learned to achieve the highest cost-effectiveness of giving and receiving in such a way. We also use limited energy to selectively do things, but at the same time, we have also worn away the simple cognition and nature of our youth. In love, or in marriage, people often refuse to give because they are hurt. But unlike most things in reality, love is a physiological need, and intimacy between the two parties will become a need and desire for most people. I think that today's society has gradually made this desire and heartbeat cheap and numb, so that giving for love seems less simple and sincere. Love has also slowly become like other things. We are afraid to give through growth, and change the state of mind of both parties in quarrels and knots. What is special about this work is this. It shows that two people take the initiative to fill the gap in one's heart through circuitous wandering, and win a true relationship through struggle, pain, or long-term efforts. In the material society, such spiritual pursuits are slowly disappearing, and sincere love and infatuation are absolutely precious and deeply enviable. From the perspective of a person like me who has never really experienced love, such a perfect relationship makes me feel extremely insecure. As I said, perfection is both a blessing and a curse. If it were me, I would let both parties fuse after a lot of hard work, experience the deep feeling of the soul mate during the fusion, and then separate again in another more unforgettable pain, leaving a deep mark on the heart again, and then spend time filling the licking wounds until they grow old. I think every relationship or every pain gives people the ability to grow overnight. The reality is cruel and shameless, and there is never a concept of balance between blessings and misfortunes. Let the disaster in love bring Mei and Zhou to the bottom, but still not lose the courage to love. This is the real love in my eyes. It is not about staying with each other for a long time, but the most important true love is to accompany each other to grow and give each other the most important thing. Just like "Alive", Fugui loses his loved ones again and again, but lives on in pain again and again. In the end, he has no thoughts at all and just lives to tell stories, and living itself is the real pen that reflects the power of his soul. I don't know if I can relate to what I say.