A brief and green first love is as sour and astringent as hawthorn cake, as dazzling as a firefly but hard to touch.
Deep and repressed love is like a calm sea, bottomless, and when it breaks out, it is like a flood, surging.
.... Everyone's love is woven into different poems. The poems have no words, but they flow to each other as you get along, whispering from far away to near. See the myriads of life between joy, anger, sorrow and joy. (Practice writing)
Intention: Thousands of forms of love