Love in college is sometimes as beautiful and moving as summer flowers, and sometimes it is like the flowers that come late and wither after the heavy rain. It has both the tenderness of love under the moon and the sad and beautiful mood of separation.
Xu Zhimo once wrote: I leaned against the moss on the stone railing to warm it, and the moss cooled my heart. There is no one in this world without some wounds and injuries.
Love, the eternal topic of mankind. Whether you are an ignorant young man who has just entered youth, or an old man, whether you are a commoner, a virtuous man who helps the world, or a virtuous monk who has broken through the mortal world, you have been baptized by love more or less. Whether it is unforgettable or fleeting, love, like this poem, has left a scar on us.
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Intention: Meeting the wrong person at the right time, meeting the right person at the wrong time are both the practice of love. May we no longer suffer the pain of love and the pain of love.
