Jasmine in Love

I heard that if you look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, tears will not fall. Do you believe it? Many love stories are like this. At the beginning of the story, I will give you happiness; at the end of the story, I wish you happiness. I don't know how much confusion everyone will face in relationships, but there is always a thick veil between imagination and reality. Everyone will have a low point, men and women are no exception. You only care whether the people around you are willing to accompany you out of that low point. It's not that some people don't want to, they just lose the courage to move forward, and they are afraid that the final outcome will be that the work will be divided, but if you don't try, how will you know the charm of the process? Every story is worth recalling, and every song has a moving melody. In your memory, is there a song that is unforgettable to you? Maybe after reading it, you will think of a certain song or a certain frozen memory. This book is for those who have not yet learned how to love, and those who have not had time to cherish it. Please don't be so stubborn when facing love. He was the loving brother who retired from the army, and she was the loving sister who was waiting for him. However, under the pressure of time, space and parents, he retreated. After she left, he realized that his love had also dissipated. The jasmine flowers outside the window are still blowing in the breeze, and bursts of fragrance are coming to your nostrils. He paused and drank some jasmine tea. He said that jasmine tea is her favorite. The light fragrance is the most suitable for her. It is not too enchanting and has a noble personality. It can be seen that he and her are very happy, because he always smiles when he talks about being excited. The gravediggers started digging hard, and soon they saw a white coffin. They opened the coffin lid carefully, as if they were afraid of shocking the man in the dream, but he was trembling all over, his face was blue, he had no strength at all, and he was on the verge of collapse. When the gravedigger opened the lid of the coffin, he saw a female corpse with sunken eyes and long, dirty hair touching her cheeks, pressing the missing eyes tightly together. The lower part of her right leg had no flesh left, and the white bones were exposed. In the waist, you could vaguely see insects ready to move, eroding her body bit by bit. He was slumped on the ground. Love separated by yin and yang is not painful for the dead, but for the living. Death is a relief. The jasmine flowers outside the window were swaying in the breeze. A year later, in a boundless sea of ​​jasmine flowers, two brand-new tombs nestled against each other to accompany them forever.