Just like another sentence he said, now, from holding hands to going to bed is a one-stop job. I don't know if many people regard sex as a natural product when love is strong, just like it rains when it thunders. Shrimp said that a night's excitement in rolled sheets might lead to a night's screaming of nailing board. I don't quite understand this sentence, but it is probably a bad expression.
The shrimps and professors on the screen naturally kiss, touch and make contact with the opposite sex. It seems that it is easier and more relaxed to get along with each other than talking. They don't need to worry, worry or other attached feelings. They are much more open to the body than to the mind.
The professor said that he is a cactus, always stabbing others with thorns. He said that the reality is bloody, so all the so-called relationships are self-deception. These illusions are drugs that paralyze the nerves and sunglasses that make you unable to see the smog in Beijing. Love is just a hormonal imbalance, just like a cold, so lovelorn is normal and normal, so you don't have to care at all. So he thinks that any relationship is unreliable, so the woman who kissed him but told him that she was going to marry someone else thinks that he will never marry her, and that he always looks like he doesn't want to get familiar with others. In fact, you think a person is indifferent because you are not the person he wants to be warm. I think it's right for this woman to choose to marry someone else. When a person doesn't want to marry you, don't believe his reasons. You should find out the fact that he doesn't love you, and then leave, say the vows of marriage to someone who can give you what you really want, and give your unique innocence and romance to someone who really loves you.
The unharmed shrimp replied that all relationships are self-deception. I'm afraid it's too pessimistic. Some encounters are predestined. Yes, there is a love tree in everyone's heart. From germination to defoliation, this tree is always rooted in your heart, and you can't ignore it. You can't help longing for spring, but more, it's one autumn withering after another, and the winter withering. The spring forest and summer flowers that you yearn for in your mind have never happened. But you don't give up. The half that flies in the wind has stained you with secular breath, while the half that is peaceful in the soil always gives you hope for life.
Shrimp said: I'm not afraid to give all my love, but I'm afraid of the last person to heal. Everyone longs for love, and everyone is afraid of being hurt. Like a cactus, he pricks others to protect himself, thinking that he will not be hurt in this way, only to find that the person who pricks people is more painful in the end. A person who has no thorns will only be stabbed, but always try bravely to meet the right person, even if he fails, he will fail beautifully. Maybe every time you meet the wrong person, you go one step further from the right person.
two people who have been hurt so frequently and closed themselves off have not found their physical belonging, but they have developed trust, expectation, concern, concern and even feelings for each other between letters that they don't meet. Shrimp said that letter is an eye thousands of miles away, and it can look at people's hearts. Whether it's a dirty desire or a dangerous idea. Maybe it's easier for us to hand over our truest selves to strangers. We usually try our best to become our own selves in others' eyes in order to get others' favor, but they don't really recognize us. After all, we lose ourselves by taking part in accidental amusement. We are always afraid that the truest self will be hated by others, and we always try our best to please others. We are always so distrustful of the charm that the truest self has, and we are tired and don't get what we want.
it's beautiful to wait for who sent the brocade book in the cloud. The proliferation of all kinds of dating software makes everyone's love seem to stay out of it, as if this one is gone, and there will be the next successor with a stroke. Those horses and chariots are all slow, and the era of loving only one person in a lifetime is gone. Urban people are always too busy to have time. The development of the times has increased their chances and ways of meeting love, but reduced their patience and mood for continuing love. It's like when you're clearly pursuing an exquisite dinner, but you give in to the principle in the takeaway in the fast food box. You think you've saved precious time and money, but you've lost the feeling that really makes you happy and satisfied. Sometimes it takes a lifetime to wait for a letter, but why not slow down? Slow down, you can write elegant and romantic words, slow down, you can carefully find the love you hope for.
Just like two octogenarians, they have a real and moving life. The oath is not a verbal guarantee for them. It is not that they are willing to take care of her life regardless of sickness, death, poverty or not, but that they have already done so. It is not that I am worried that I will be annoying when I am sick, but that I will still take care of you. It is not that a kiss is necessary to prove my love for you, but that a thank you can understand everything about you. It is not that the form of a wedding dress can represent the everlasting love, but that such a confession is true love: old woman, you. My health is not as good as mine. Don't blame me for not speaking well. It's probably that you will leave before me. That's good, too. You are timid and stupid. If I go first, what will you do with all the things at home? You love to cry again, so I don't trust you to cry there alone. Old woman, before people die, they are sick and painful, which is really annoying. But don't worry, I won't hate you if you bother again. I have a bad temper. If you get there, just wait for me if you want. If you don't want to, you can find someone with a better temper than me, and I promise. Then let's make a deal. I'll leave a piece next to the tombstone and engrave my name next to you. Is that ok?
Even if you are always the grumpy old man in my eyes, even if I am always the clumsy old woman you dislike, I was born with a pillow and died in the same hole. This is my truest love story for you. Maybe you will whisper in your heart, why don't you say I love you after you get married? Because I love you, I said it on my wedding day. If it changes, I will tell you. Every dislike is the epitome of the words I love you. Although I say you look ugly in this dress, I feel in my heart that you are beautiful today. Always trying to be brave, you finally left first, but I handled a lot of things at home very well. In fact, the fragile person is the brave one! Grandma told the professor that home is where people are. The professor said, what about the man? Grandma grabbed the professor's hand and put it on his chest. Grandpa left, but still at grandma's side, in grandma's heart
At last, the professor and Shrimp finally met. As long as they look at each other, they can feel that they are the people they have been looking for, and they have met several people who are very similar to you, but they can't replace you. The feelings of self-deception are not true feelings. Some encounters are destiny takes a hand. One day, the appearance of that person will make you feel that all the sufferings you suffered before are worth it.
even if love can be done, I still want to be the one who is willing to talk, and I always believe that I will meet the one who is willing to talk to me.