That year, a male classmate in the class fell in love. When he was fascinated, he could still work hard in his studies and come out on top, and everyone admired him. At the farewell party on the eve of graduation, his classmates asked him about his love feelings. His eyes softened and he calmly elaborated: "After the two fell in love, I felt like I became a peacock." Wow, a man calls himself a peacock? Everyone listened with bated breath. "The peacock concentrates its splendid beauty in the moment when it opens its tail; and I hope to always be a peacock with its tail opened in front of her, showing her the best of me and making her proud of me. Therefore, I work hard to enrich myself..." I was inexplicably moved. This is a man who knows the true meaning of love. He decorates the "tail screen" with connotation and dedicates himself. His love obviously contains the element of "respect"; and "respect" is the yeast of love, which can make love ferment into a fragrant wine. Now, this male classmate has already married his lover. I sincerely hope that his desire to be a peacock will never change.
