Meet for love
Maybe I forgot the sentence I said three years ago: "Believe in love, you can have love."
Walking on the emotional road for many years, looking for, parting, gathering and parting, more grievances, a little loss of faith in love. When it comes to love, the word "legend" is usually added in front, such as: looking for legendary love in poetry; When watching movies, I shed tears in the legendary love of others. ......
Everyone needs love, but who is willing to give it. Men and women in the city, everyone's mobile phone has more than a dozen opposite sex friends' phones. It is common for two people to go home hand in hand to watch movies, drink coffee. Never exceed the average index to test their heartbeat, which is like; The air in the bar is inseparable, and you can go on strike every night. Jack Danny plays with people who don't know their names and drinks beer every day. He dragged the hand of someone who didn't know his name early in the morning and staggered home. At dawn, he said goodbye. That's speed dating. For their own convenience, for the loneliness of strangers, they have to move in alone in a foreign land, send roses in full swing on Valentine's Day, and have an enthusiastic party on their birthdays, but they never have any opportunity to target the opposite sex. This is necessary.
What about love? Where is love? Sorry, Shenzhen doesn't talk about love.
I changed three listed companies and got used to the lifestyle of urban love. We use ambiguity instead of dating, linger on dating websites, fill the lonely hole with outdoor sports and parties one after another on weekends, and consume our adrenaline. We vent our dissatisfaction with love in songs and sad literary works and live numbly month after month. It seems that this can last forever.
Until my former best friend told me that her baby was born with a happy face, until a chatting netizen solemnly said that she had found someone who loved her, and until I saw a book called Kissing under the Starry Sky in Dali.
Dali is the place I have always wanted to go, where the sky is as blue as the sea, the clouds are as white as dreams, and the sunshine is as transparent as the water in Lugu Lake. The starry sky is the softest comfort, the deepest insight and the most eternal pleasure; Dali and starry sky can make an appointment, and the only thing that can't be made is who to kiss.
I am young, my lips are soft, my teeth are neat, and I am intoxicated when I kiss, but I don't know who to kiss. Although I know many friends around me and even many people who can get married by contract, I don't know who I can kiss under the starry sky in Dali.
That's Dali. Pottery and fire are kissing, indigo and white cloth are kissing, plum wine and fallen flowers are kissing, brushes and colors are kissing, Pu 'er tea is kissing time, waves and rocks are kissing, birds' wings are kissing the sky, footsteps are kissing the long road, moonlight is kissing the foothills, and the sky and lake are kissing. I don't want to kiss my own shadow under the stars.
Last autumn's breakup became the autumn in my heart. In autumn, brilliant red leaves and shriveled fallen leaves coexist, bright sunshine and bleak cold wind coexist, and rich fruits are mixed with dry air. Just like love, when you enjoy the beauty of love, you have to accept the pain of dispute; When you are no longer lonely and your heart is full of joy, you should accept and resist any temptation; When you appreciate the advantages of your lover, don't forget to tolerate his shortcomings.
Autumn falls from the fallen leaves and gets up from the bright red leaves.
So, I make an appointment for my lover. I will turn my longing for love from poetry, from movies, from imagination to friends I know; I will experience it with inner tenderness, and my eyes will no longer wander. I won't hide from everyone again and dare not enter their hearts. I no longer firmly protect my heart, because I am afraid of being hurt, I don't love anyone, and I don't let anyone near me; No longer doubt in front of love, and be firm from now on.
This autumn, I will fall in love with a sincere man, and we will kiss under the starlight of Dali, which is my love.
Postscript:
We all dream of the future,
So fly south to this city,
On the day of wandering in history,
There are endless stories in that book.
When I went through all the hardships to find my present position,
We should find a harbor and put away our wandering wings.
Inner peace creates the key to happiness,
And that sunny window.