The rain in the autumn night is pattering; the night in the drizzle is hazy. The dilapidated city of Heim exudes a dim tiredness, and the weeping willows in the blood plain sway gracefully when the breeze blows, as if they want to dispel the haze of the years, but also like
Chewing the bitterness of life.
A pair of tea cups are always warm, and there is no one across from Christine. The rain outside the window is dripping lightly, washing away the dust in the dark night. The cool wind is elegant and free, bidding farewell to the beasts who have left far away, and bringing them back home in the evening.
companion.
The dark and empty sky is deep and lonely. In Christine's eyes, mature love should be a balanced struggle, rather than being obsessed with one's own weakness. Or falling on the street in the eyes of everyone, or being stuck in the quagmire and unable to save oneself.
, or always in a corner below the horizon.
In the love of ordinary people, both parties must be prepared to break up from the first day they get together, and be prepared for divorce from the first day they get married. Just like Baroma in "The Elegance of the Hedgehog", we all
Hiding in the corner of the inner world, secretly enjoying his elegant spiritual life, but with a thorn-like resistance to the outside world.
Intelligent love means holding each other's hands every time we travel and never letting go of any intimate moment; it means caring about each other every time we go out for fun, but we will never disturb our lovers in the early morning.
It’s that every time I miss you, I have trouble sleeping and eating, but I never restrict the other person’s life; it’s that every sentiment needs no words, they will be recorded in the diary; it’s that every tolerance reveals calmness, and the boundaries between right and wrong
It's up to you.
The combination of each other is the icing on the cake for each other. Meeting each other should be the most beautiful gift in this life for both parties. Each other's efforts are to better achieve each other. Their love is no longer just for the current pleasure, but for making each other happy.
Go further with each other.
As we grow older, when we meet someone we like again, we just feel very regretful. It would have been better if we had met a few years earlier.
Because those hot, crazy, and rebellious selves we once had have long since disappeared. Now we have learned to watch the sunset alone, gaze at the stars alone, and toss and turn in the rainy night alone.
Love has already become careless and calculated during countless isolated and helpless times, and it no longer has the pure and natural nature it once had.
The rain touched the glass softly, like beating crystal notes; the wind slowly circled in the patio, and its voice was melodious and melodious, as if it was chanting some unknown love poem.
Love is like a flower of tuberose, blooming quietly in the wet star forest and moon ridge, with a little silver light to drink by yourself. Christine's palm stretches out into the dark night, waves of coolness irritate her skin, and the rusty gears re-engage
, scenes from the past come to mind.
Once upon a time, her love was ordinary and mundane, perhaps a little crazy. From a neurological point of view, love and mental illness at that time were so entangled that they were indistinguishable.
Young love should be about going all out, loving the other person very much, and keeping zero points for yourself; it should be that the world between the two is more exciting, and they will be unable to sleep at night without each other; it should be the collision of mind and body, the feeling of madness and intoxication
Fusion.
How many people who are unable to extricate themselves from love are always hypnotizing themselves into believing that true love will last forever. It is an addictive dependence caused by adrenaline and excess hormones.
So when we are obsessed with someone, we always feel butterflies flying in our stomach, and we always make the stupidest decisions at the most inappropriate moments.
The note once contained ignorance, the envelope once was full of hope, no matter how far the distance was, it was no match for the feet, and no matter how big the contradiction was, it disappeared in the eyes.
As long as two hearts are close enough, the sourness of the grass will also be sweet and fragrant; as long as they cling to each other firmly, the coldness of the river will also be elegant and long.
Such memories will be unforgettable for a lifetime, because under the "primacy effect", each other gives the other an impression of love, and this impression will last a lifetime.
This is the reason why many people's partners have something in common. Everything is just because the love they once had is imprinted in their hearts and will never be forgotten.
Love at that time was simple and direct, likes and dislikes were all displayed on the face; love at that time was immature and weak, and the admonitions of parents and teachers and the jokes among classmates could make it wither and ridicule.
The love at that time was like being in the same cram school during the holidays; the love at that time was like a bottle of Coke in the hot summer. The love at that time was fleeting, like the blooming and falling of an epiphyllum, disappearing in the long river of time inadvertently.
.
The drizzle outside the window is still falling, and the humid night is lingering and pathos-like, lingering like poetry, and as soft as coolness. The withered soul is nourished by thoughts, the memories of the wilderness are weathered and shriveled, the tired body is baptized by memories, and the numb nerves have long since cooled down.
In the worldly sense, perfection is nothing more than the daily necessities of marriage, and the happiness in others' words is only the external brocade. How many people compromise and wear off some of their own edges and corners, trying to adapt to each other; how many people smile bitterly and change their past habits, only to
Because of the customs of parents-in-law.
In the real society, those marital shortcomings that have been questioned are precisely the price we have to pay in the process of pursuing happiness. It’s just that most of us yearn for that perfection, but we are unwilling to go through that process.
This is like many people who have dreamed of making a name for themselves in Ogu College, but in reality they are unwilling to endure the hard work of working hard, getting up early and working late, and ultimately end up cynical and depressed.
You can't hide your love for someone, even if you cover your mouth, it will pop out of your eyes. Feelings are always a matter of two people, and every action of each other is vividly remembered, but sometimes we choose to turn a blind eye.
Love is a utilitarian thing. For those long-term lovers, their relationship must not only be based on the effects of hormones, but also satisfy each other's needs. A stable relationship is conditional.
True love will not be tired due to humility, nor will it breed contempt due to the dissipation of love. It is like meeting an opponent in a chess game to show off their tricks. The other party sees through their own outlines, kisses bravely, and then forgives our shamelessness and those unspeakable things.
lowly.
Love cannot guarantee once and for all. Holding hands to the end of the world is never a result, but a process. Beautiful things in themselves are worthy of us giving everything we have.
After satisfying material needs and security needs, the most important desire of human beings is the desire for belonging and love. No one likes loneliness, and long-term loneliness will cause great destructive power to the human psychology. In other words, when people long for Platonic love
When you fall in love mentally, you must first have a strong soul.
Mature people will have mature love. But when we still have a heart that is willing to risk our lives for love, when our hearts beat faster for each other and our palms sweat, when we know that the outcome is already determined, but we are still willing to risk our lives.
, we should regain our naivety for a while.
Just because what kind of person will have what kind of love, just because love is a work of art created by the cooperation of two people. For incomplete people, good love is complementary to both parties, but for complete people,
It's said to be similar.
The drizzle was still lingering, and the texture of the tree bark was filled with mud, but the surroundings were no longer peaceful and silent. I saw Rikka clearing her throat and saying this.
"The master of the realm of nothingness, the master of the nervous system's psychic power, and the fisherman of the star sea."
"As the Lord of Nothingness, I order you to stay in the Charybdis Vortex forever from now on. I hope you and the mermaid Scylla can be happy."
In the end, Rikka came to this conclusion under Christine's hint, and saw the Xinghai fisherman prostrate on the ground, and the mermaid Scylla's pretty face turned red.