Unwilling banyan tree stands upright,
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Red maple leaves fall slowly in the autumn wind,
It floats gently,
Drift into the tears of jiaozi people,
Floating into the cuckoo's blood throat.
It tells us,
Telling the hope of spring,
Telling the prosperity of summer,
Telling the sadness of autumn.
It falls gently,
Like a light dance,
Autumn wind is no longer cold under its dance.
The setting sun extinguished the fierce inflammation under its dance,
Baiyun stopped fluttering under its dance,
The birds spread their wings and danced.
Fallen leaves return to their roots,
Will always be an indelible landscape,
Falling in love is not heartless,
Turn into spring mud to better protect the flowers.
An indelible landscape
During my three years in college, I have never been in love, but I have come into contact with many men and women in love. Of course, some of them have been hit by lovelorn love. What two friends said surprised me. The boy said, "Love is like chatting. It ends after chatting, and ends after watching another movie." The girl said, "What are you afraid of being lovelorn? ! Marry a rich man in the future, why worry about food and clothing! "
I felt a little incredible after listening to it, which reminded me of a story told in a magazine. The author put it this way:
I was still standing in front of the counter in that small town in the country. It was a snowy and cold winter day, and there was no one on the street. Few people go to the shops in that weather. Just as I was about to close the door, a pair of young blind people touched my shop. Judging from their affectionate energy, I conclude that they are either lovers or husband and wife. Wearing thin clothes, they leaned against the counter, but they were still shivering. I rushed to meet them and asked them what they needed.
The woman took out a 10 yuan note from her pocket with her purple hand: "We want to buy two pairs of cotton socks. I don't know if this money is enough? "
Only then did I notice that neither of them was wearing socks, and the worn cloth shoes had already been soaked by snow. I quickly said, "That's enough." Then I went over and asked, "What color do you want to buy?"
I regretted it as soon as the words came out. They are a pair of blind people! However, they didn't mind my rudeness, but seriously discussed the color: "red!" " "A man's proposal.
Few people choose such a "tacky" sock color. I was just about to suggest that they choose again when the woman spoke first: "How about red?"
"Red is good! That's the color of fire. " The man said.
"Like fire? I see, that's the color of the sun, too. If there is warm sunshine every day, we won't have to spend money on this cotton sock. " The woman said some sadly.
"Then I'll buy you a pair." The man said.
"Aren't you afraid of the cold?"
"I have more blood than you. Do you know that?/You know what? Blood is also red, as red as the sun, how can it be cold? " The man clasped the woman's hand, leaned down and whispered, "Don't buy blood from me secretly in the future, but believe that life will get better gradually."
"Yes, life will get better gradually." At this time, the woman has been happy. "If you want to buy it, buy two pairs." Then tell me: "Red!" "
Watching them walk out of the store, it seems that a fire has risen in my heart …
This story reminds me for a long time, which may be the true meaning of love. For those friends who are playing in the Love Dance Academy, I feel that all the words are pale and powerless. Only this story can shake their hearts.
Love is not a flying butterfly, but a calm spring lake. It exists in every corner of life. I hope that when it comes, please hold it firmly in your hand, don't throw it away easily, and always think more about the beautiful scenery.
Editor's note: Love is not a butterfly. She is just an ugly pupa. Love is a clear spring. Even if it turns into fog, it can condense into rain. When we are young, we may not understand love, but one day we will find that those loves that have passed away quietly are the ones we will never forget.