Love is beautiful, even though your love may not be touching; people in love are all beautiful, even though you may be ordinary. Shu Ting once described such a scene: On the street, a serene old woman and a calm old man were smiling, approaching face to face from different directions, and then they were smiling, standing nose to nose, hands tightly tied together, the sun setting behind them dyed their hair and smiles a warm yellow, and the people around them were dyed warm by their happiness.
