Love in the Weighing Rod

A steelyard weighs all the fireworks in the world, and also weighs the weight of love. A steelyard in the vegetable market weighs vegetables and radishes, which also reflects the warmth and warmth of people's hearts. I guarded this stall and saw the man who bought cracked tomatoes for his wife, the little girl who carefully picked vegetables with five yuan in hand, and the person who once read poetry to me late at night. Love is like a weight on a scale. Sometimes it is as light as a gust of wind, and sometimes it is so heavy that it bends the scale beam. It turns out that the deepest love is never an empty dream, but the sobriety and perseverance day after day in the smoke of fireworks.