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Meditation of Love

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Life is a profound book, and love is the most exciting and difficult page in it. , Others' comments cannot obscure one's own understanding.

"Never leave, never leave, never leave" is the highest state of art and the highest state of love.

When people approach the opposite sex when they are lonely, they will fall in love easily. Although the person in front of you is not yet the person of interest, he has been sublimated into the person of interest due to matters in your heart. Therefore, you cannot always regard them as seeking relief or seeking excitement.

When the girls passing you look at you, please don’t be complacent. It is not an admiration or approval for your talk, but a polite expression of their contempt and disgust.

Using the yardstick of love to measure, wit is the best character; using the weight of career to measure, stability is the best quality. We should be amphibious, able to roam the sea of ​​love and climb to the top of our career.

The river of love has no beacons, and the road of life has no boundary markers.

The excitement that causes the senses is sexual desire, and the vibration that causes the soul is love.

Understanding is a virtue, it catalyzes friendship and purifies love.

Selfishness in love is noble, and selfish love is despicable.

The life of a couple that only brings physical pleasure is the grave of love.

Love is tacit, and we should pursue an implicit and profound style. Because the form is straightforward and superficial, it is easy to show the weakness and paleness of the content.

Love means rights, marriage means obligations.

The Story of Love

"The World of Lovers"

Asheng

There is a mysterious power in the world that can turn fools into wise men , can turn a coward into a warrior, and can turn a prodigal into a man.

Dad never did anything serious before he was twenty. According to my grandmother, at that time, almost everyone in the town believed that he would not achieve anything in his life, and that he would become a professional gangster, as sure as the sun would rise and set. But according to Dad’s own explanation, this was simply grandma’s exaggeration. However, my grandmother even remembers what fruit my father stole when he was seven years old and who chased him home. She never messed it up and never messed it up. So, of course I believe my grandmother's words.

Dad went to the second uncle’s house to play. He entered through the front door empty-handed, and then slipped out of the back door with a bag of dates on his back.

When the second uncle was sweating profusely looking for him for lunch at home, he was selling dates to his classmates in front of the school. At that time, my father was nine years old.

Dad and Uncle Houshan caught more than a dozen field mice and more than a dozen toads, put them in wire cages, and took them to the Xinying wet market to release them; as a result, after a big chaos, the general * **Three vegetable stalls were knocked down, three glass bottles were crushed in a grocery store, and the butcher shop owner broke a meat cleaver because she threw it at a field mouse on the ground. That day, my grandfather and grandmother didn't go to the fields. They spent the whole day at home greeting guests, saying good things, and discussing compensation with Uncle Houshan's family. Only then did the roof tiles and walls of my ancestral house not be torn off. This happened the day before the winter solstice when Dad was eleven years old.

Dad has a naturally good singing voice, and he often comes first in singing competitions. He can also learn the sounds of many kinds of animals. If you don't look at them face to face, you can't tell the real ones from the fake ones. On the day of the elementary school graduation ceremony, he went on stage and sang a Japanese folk song, which even made the hard-hearted Principal Sakai cry, and the teachers and students burst into tears. Dad saw that the effect was good, so he took it upon himself to sing the song again, which made everyone cry even more sadly. After the ceremony, he ran behind the principal and barked like a wolf or a dog, scaring the principal's wife so much that she fell. Because of this, Dad almost didn't get his diploma.

After graduation, my father worked as an assistant clerk in a sugar factory. Two years later, he was transferred to a worker group as the deputy foreman. One night a week, we have to patrol the sugar cane fields in shifts to prevent anyone from stealing the sugar cane. The first time he went on this business trip, Dad took the gong and hid in the sugarcane garden. He slept until the sun shone brightly before being woken up by the foreman. The bagasse next to him was not much different from his weight. He had no choice but to agree to go to the foreman's house to repair the bamboo fence for free in a few days.

Dad was twenty years old when Taiwan was restored. Since the workers assigned to him happened to be "the laziest people in Taiwan," he was still working as a deputy foreman. When he has nothing to do, he rides his bicycle on the street. Looking for someone to pick a fight with and cause trouble everywhere. Just because of this, I quarreled with a person all the way to the door of that person's house. My father scolded that person for being untrustworthy and a son of a bitch. The person was so angry that he yelled: "I am your brother-in-law!" According to the later facts, God clearly showed that, As expected, that man became my uncle. The thing is very simple. My father and uncle were having a huge quarrel outside the house, and my mother came out, and that was it.

No one can explain what form love is and how it comes about; and no one knows how powerful love can be, because human emotions themselves are mysterious. Dad has changed, and many people believe that his change is a rare miracle in the history of the town. He stopped playing pranks, fighting, and even fighting crickets. He worked hard and overtime, and his workers became the most hardworking people in Taiwan.

Not long after, my father was promoted to the foreman and began to fawn over his uncle. As soon as he arrived at his grandfather’s house, he immediately distributed candy to every child, chatted with every adult, and praised everything in his grandfather’s house, including Cats and dogs included.

He wrote to his mother. She didn’t know many words, but the strange thing was that she managed to understand all of his letters. As for how, she couldn’t explain clearly. , anyway, if dad asks her to meet at Zhongshan Park at 6pm, she won’t go to the God’s Temple at 7pm. In fact, Mom never showed Dad's letters to anyone. The reason why she understood them all back then, we can only say that women have an understanding of love and things related to love that is beyond human instinct. It is a unique ability given to women by God.

What did Dad and Mom say on the first three dates that year? Because there is no clear record in history, there is no way to verify it. However, what is certain now is that it was not until the fourth time that Dad and Mom talked about one fact. , dad is twenty years old, mom is twenty-two years old, now, the problem comes, mom is so sad, she told dad that she has no chance in this life, and after returning home, she will not go on dates again, for a whole month, she will not contact dad, in that During the month, Dad’s workers returned to their old ways.

When Dad raised the question, my grandmother said: It’s not good for a girl to be older than a boy; my grandfather said: it’s OK if the eight characters match; my uncle said: it doesn’t matter; my aunt said: What are you afraid of? Go! Go! Go! Dad went and forced Mom to come out. At that time, it was hard to be sure whether he used grass instead of incense to swear to heaven and earth. Due to the age, we descendants did not dare to ask more. However, Mom was persuaded. The proof was solid, because the date continued.

The date continued, but the problem still existed. Dad had a whim and went to the town office to find the household registration information administrator. He generously asked to change the year of birth. The household registration officer was shocked and said that there is no such thing in the world. If you want to change things, you need to provide evidence. Of course, dad can't provide it. Grandma obviously only gave birth to him twenty years ago.

Dad and Mom went to Daogong Temple to burn incense. Dad drew a good fortune, but Mom drew a bad fortune. According to my understanding, everyone in Mom’s family believed in Feng Shui fortune telling. Things like that, especially my grandfather. After listening to the explanation of the temple blessing, my mother took the paper and tore it up. Of course we can understand the force that makes a devout believer in God not believe in divine fortune-telling, but today, thirty years later, we young people really can’t imagine how moved Dad was back then.

Dad went to see a fortune teller. One of the horoscopes is very unlucky. If the female is older and the male is younger, the first fault will conflict. The water and fire properties are in conflict with each other, and the second fault will conflict. Dad immediately ran to tell mom that the horoscopes were combined, which meant good luck.

Since everything was auspicious, grandfather and grandmother agreed to send someone to propose marriage. Only then did my grandfather realize that it was all nonsense that my mother had been going to "learn tailoring" for several months. When he heard that my father was twenty years old, he refused outright.

Dad and Mom had fewer opportunities to meet. At that time, it is certain that children were not as free as they are now, and it was impossible to call someone out by whistling or making a phone call. It is touching to say that everything in the world can be explained, but the word love cannot be explained. People who know how my mother managed to meet my father during that time still get a sore throat when mentioning it now, so I might as well not mention it.

My uncle, mom and dad discussed and discussed, but to no avail. Autumn has passed, winter has passed, and then the God of Spring comes to the world. When spring comes, the trees add green leaves, Dad and Mom are one year older, and there are also a few more matchmakers who come to Mom's house. Spring is the wedding season, and my mother has rejected this one and rejected that one; the same is true for my father, spring is the season of lovesickness, and the taste of lovesickness is the most unbearable. If my grandmother remembers correctly, then, in just a few months, my father will Losing six kilograms must be true.

During the whole spring, Dad never left Xinying, and often sent people to Mom’s house. The news brought back by the matchmaker made grandma start to worry that Dad would go crazy. Too many people came to Mom’s house to talk about matchmaking. , forcing Dad to take final action. He went to his grandfather's house, distributed candies, and after greetings, he went directly to talk to his grandfather, and started a quarrel. The details of the quarrel are unclear to those who were present at that time, but the number of times was more than Mom's I remember clearly that there were six fights in total, and the last one, according to my father, was the most exciting, comparable to Guan Gong's battle with Lu Bu. Unfortunately, of course I didn't see it in person, so I can't go into details. After the sixth quarrel, Dad thought that he and Mom would never be together in this life, because my grandfather sternly warned Dad that if he came in again, he would be kicked out with a broom.

Of course everyone knows the final result of the evolution of the matter, but not many people know the process. Dad and Mom went to find another fortune teller. This is the key. Thank you God's mission, if it weren't for this fortune teller, it would be impossible for me to be here to bear witness to this love story.

This fortune teller is my grandfather's younger brother, so he is my uncle. He talked to his parents for a long time, again and again.

Then, he went to his grandfather. The correct statistics is that he spent two days and one night at his grandfather's house. He raised the topic of "ancient times and ancient times" and approved the fleeting time for his sister-in-law. Then they talked from heaven to earth, sometimes loudly and sometimes in detail. According to my mother, she hid aside at the time and shed tears several times while listening. For the sake of his father and mother, my uncle did not hesitate to argue, discuss, plead, and intimidate his brother. It is said that when my uncle spoke softly and explained that destiny cannot be violated, he was so sincere that even Lord Yama of the Tenth Palace would choke up with sadness when he saw it.

My uncle also cited many ancient and modern love tragedies, from Wan Qiliang and Meng Jiangnu to a story about a love affair in Taipei that made the female family members nearby twitch. She also showed her father's horoscope and mother's horoscope to her grandfather on the spot, explaining them while arranging them. Needless to say, the result was a match made in heaven, Tejitli. Moreover, judging from the faces of both parties,... we can conjecture, Based on my uncle's tone at that time, probably anyone would think that if dad and mom didn't get together, then all the stars would disappear, my grandfather's family would soon undergo great changes, and no one in the world would dare to fall in love again. Maybe it was because destiny was unbreakable, maybe because my grandfather believed that my uncle would guarantee that dad would be rich in the future, maybe because dad and mom were strong-willed, maybe... anyway, in the end, grandpa agreed.

Of course it is not difficult for us young people to understand why my uncle was willing to work hard to bring dad and mom together, because he confessed afterwards that he had deceived his grandfather and showed him a random list of horoscopes, and he also made Explained: "Fortune telling and horoscopes are sometimes just bluffing. What really matters is whether the man and the woman truly love each other."

Now, more than thirty years have passed. , Dad and Mom are happy and happy. For more than 10,000 days, they have not committed any conflicts or brought any evil spirits. They have raised seven children, and so far, none of them has become a Taibao or a Taibao.

A few days ago it was the second anniversary of my father’s death. I burned incense to pay my respects, looked at the incense burner, and looked at my mother. I remembered a sentence that my father often quoted during his lifetime: “May all lovers in the world finally get married.”

The train of love is also empty

Overseas Chinese literature from all over the world, Hong Kong and Taiwan

Pan Renmu

For more than 50 years, my most cherished One thing is the directory of my classmates who graduated from high school. There are many sentiments in it that only young people can write. Every time I read it, I feel like the waves are crashing on the shore. The message a classmate wrote to a classmate nicknamed "Locomotive" was: "Good luck to you, the locomotive, for driving away with a load of good things!" How simple and rich! One sentence is a song of life.

The generous Creator gives everyone a cart full of good things. The contents may be slightly different, but they are basically the same.

At that time, I also had a lot of good things: youth, health, wisdom, relatives, friends, a good appetite, and decent appearance. The fully loaded train of life just moves forward naturally. If I had any outlook on life at that time, it would probably be a happy outlook on life.

When it was a little longer, or encountered high mountains, or rapids, and many dangers, I realized that this train was not going smoothly. It must be driven at full power and add enough fuel to drive over. The outlook on life at this period is A struggling outlook on life.

Then one day, I found that the weight of the train had been reduced, and I suddenly realized that the Creator was not so generous. Things are taken away one by one: youth is gone, health is declining, relatives are gone, friends are far away, my train is almost empty. The only thing that he cannot take away but still retains is love and everything that comes from love; because love is what he creates, emanates, and carries. Love is a thing, with light and color, lasting and growing. If you don’t give up, it will continue to flow, and the train of life will never be empty. But this love does not only refer to the love between a man and a woman. The shortcoming of us women is that we often attach too much importance to love and regard it as the only reality in life. It is true, but it is not the only one. As the only result, once lost, the train will lose balance and may even capsize. The love mentioned here refers to the love of work that comes from the collection of all kinds of love. The outlook on life at this stage can be called the outlook on life of love.

From the perspective of life being like morning dew, there is not much difference between being young and being old. A person who is loveless, selfish, and arrogant in his heart is still old even though he is young; conversely, he is still young even though he is old. Even if "the road ahead is going to be waning", there is still a state of "spring like wild flowers and singing birds". □

Letter of Love

Global

Shi Qian

My mother had a habit of writing letters. I still remember it clearly to this day. Clearly. That started in the winter of 1941. After his brother Johnny was drafted into the army, there was no news for several months. His mother would sit at the big kitchen table every night and write letters to him.

I don’t understand why Johnny keeps writing if she never replies.

"Just wait, we will always receive a letter from him." She was always so confident. My mother often said that letters and people's hearts are connected, and the sacred light of God will connect them together. She believed that this light could help her find Johnny.

I don’t know if she said these words to reassure herself or all of us, but after all, it tied our hearts together. Finally one day a letter came from Johnny - he was still alive and on the South Pacific.

My mother always signed her name "Cecilia Capucci" at the end of her letters, which always puzzled me: "Why don't you write 'Mom'?" It turned out that she never Just think of yourself as Cecilia Capucci, not your mother. This made me look at my mother, a petite Italian woman who wore heels no larger than a size 5, in a new light.

My mother never wore makeup or jewelry, except for a golden wedding bracelet. She has beautiful hair, black and straight, coiled behind her head, and wears a pair of lightweight silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.

Every time after writing a letter, my mother always asked my father to send it. Then, she brought the coffee pot, and while we drank coffee, we recalled the good times when a family of 10 people sat around the table - father, mother, and 8 children. At that time, none of us, 5 boys and 3 girls, thought that one day we would leave this home, go to work, go to war or get married, and in the end I was the only one left.

In the spring of the next year, two other sons were added to the list of people to whom my mother wrote. Every night she would write three different letters, and then ask my father and me to add our greetings to the letters.

The story of mother’s letter spread in the village. One morning, a thin woman came to my door. She asked her mother in a trembling voice: "Is it true that you can write letters?" "I often write letters to my sons."

"You can also read letters?" The woman The person asked softly again.

"Of course."

The woman hurriedly took out a stack of airmail letters from her bag: "Read it...please read it to me quickly."

< p>This is from the woman's son who is fighting in Europe. The mother still remembers the red-haired young man who used to play with her son. She translated the letters from English into Italian and read them to the woman one by one. The woman listened, her eyes flashing with tears of excitement. "I have to write him a reply," she said, "but how to write it?" "Duffy, make some coffee." My mother told me as she led the woman into the back room to sit down, and then took out a pen, ink and letter paper. Started writing. After writing it, she read it to the woman.

"How do you know what I want to say?" she asked her mother.

"I often read my son's letters and know what a mother should say to her son."

Soon, the woman came again and brought a lady. Friends—their sons were at war, and they all wanted to write to their sons. As a result, writing letters to neighbors almost became my mother's occupation. Sometimes she spent the whole day writing letters for other people.

My mother attaches great importance to the signatures at the end of these letters. The woman asked her mother to teach her: "I want to learn to write my name for my son." So, the mother taught her to write stroke by stroke, over and over again. From then on, whenever her mother wrote a letter for her, she happily wrote her name at the end of the letter.

One day, the woman came to our house again. My mother could tell at a glance what was going on. The woman's eyes could no longer see the light of hope they had before. They sat together for a long time, holding hands. "Maybe we should go to church," her mother whispered to her. On the way back from church, my mother's mind went blank, except for the red-haired young man.

After the war, my mother put down the paper and pen. "It's over," she said. However, she was wrong. Those who had asked the mother to write letters for them to their sons came to her with letters from their relatives.

My mother once said that she had always dreamed of being a writer. "Why don't you realize this dream?" I asked her. “Everyone has their own purpose in life,” she said. “My purpose in life seems to be writing letters.

““Nothing can bring people together like a letter. Even if you are in pain, it can also make you laugh.

The best concern is a letter full of love, because it can make the world smaller and allow the writer and reader to be themselves. My child, letters are life!" None of her mother's letters have been preserved to this day, but people who have been helped by her still talk about her and store the letters she wrote in their memories.

Myth of Love

Selected Prose by Si Hao

Si Hao

Taiwanese poet Zhang Xiao wrote a gentle and touching poem about "love" "View", she said: To love someone is to be fully satisfied and want to live with him. The world is desolate and desolate. We cannot dream of expanding ourselves into the space of six and eight directions. We only hope to fill the one life time that belongs to two people with the embers of each other. .

Loving someone turns out to be just leaving an apple in the refrigerator for him and waiting for his return.

To love someone is to keep pouring hot water into his cup on a cold night.

To love someone is to like the two of them to collect the leftovers on the table together and listen to the music of him washing dishes in the sink - and then secretly wash the places he has never cleaned again.

Wait. etc.

Ms. Zhang’s love is perfect and sweet, which moves me and makes me admire it. However, such a perfect and happy love is rare as a morning star. In the eyes of many people with shortcomings in their lives, it is almost a myth.

For me, loving someone is to rejoice in the beauty that bursts out from the collision of two hearts, praying over and over again in my heart that this is not an phantom, nor a moment, but the only exception, it is reality. of eternity.

Loving someone means that even if it is false and temporary, you still cannot restrain the urge to give, and finally reach out and give your heart and soul. Even if the dream is broken again, even if the soul is split from now on, you are unable to refuse such an emotion that seems to be there, not there, far, near, life, or death.

Loving someone means that when he looks at you, you are not confident for the first time in your life, so time goes back and you go back to twenty years ago overnight. At that time, in your little girl's heart, except Longing for beauty or longing for beauty... Loving someone means truly wanting to be his left and right arms, his eyes, or even his alarm clock - when the mediocre reality and ugly reality opens its mouth and approaches him, you have to be there He screamed sharply in his heart, causing him to take a quick step and jump away gracefully.

To love someone is to never write a poem. You actually wrote such a poem: How I want your phone call to come from the sky/How I want to have your greetings accompanied by a bouquet of flowers/How I want to be in a thunderstorm I have the support of your strong arms at noon / How I want to go to the dance floor and be with you on that beautiful night / How I want to smile with you when I am old and sick in my old age / How I want to have you on this sad and dull night Suddenly fell from the sky.

To love someone is to gradually develop maternal feelings towards him, to love his strengths and be tolerant of his weaknesses, and to change the habit of not liking to write letters or remembering things, and to constantly discover and express your feelings. I wrote down my reading experience and sent it to him, hoping that the long letters one after another would broaden his horizons and enrich him.

To love someone is to turn a blind eye to the huge spiritual distance, but to be grateful for your wealth all the time.

You believe that the true love that is about to disappear in this world is firmly in your hands. You will smile when you see the morning stars, nod when you see the sunset, and no longer frown when you encounter the dark and severe winter. You face everything with a smile because you feel stronger than the whole world.

Loving someone is a mistake that you know well but keep repeating: pour out your emotions and thoughts, tell your cherishment and attachment to him, and deceive yourself into believing that he is not as shallow and boring as ordinary men.

Loving someone means that after extreme disappointment, the fuse finally burns, the shackles are removed, the heart becomes relaxed and free again, but with just one word or a look of concern, it will easily change the person. You throw yourself into a new round of burning.

To love someone is to resent him and miss him at the same time, to belittle him and admire him at the same time. I just issued an eviction order and announced that I would never see you again. She turned around but dialed the phone in confusion again to find him.

Loving someone means that one day when the phantom finally turns into a phantom and the reality finally reveals its coldness, you will be stunned even though you have a premonition. Your heart skips a beat, and your mind goes blank. You don’t believe this is true, and you don’t believe that what you cherish the most turns out to be the most illusory and weak.

Loving someone means that from that day on you no longer pity the deaf-mute - people without language ability do not have to listen to lies and trust lies. People without language ability need not be harmed by cold language. The soul is always examined only by the soul, and the soul is always opened only by the soul. So why not be deaf and mute? To love someone is to mourn deeply and finally feel a blank in your heart. You no longer love or hate, you are no longer angry or sad. Pity gradually grows in your heart, pity for you who was once addicted, and pity for the person you loved, pity for the mediocrity and weakness.

At this time, loving someone becomes an experience. This experience was once as sweet as sugar, but in the end it was extremely painful. This experience gradually settles into a step - you stand on the step and regain your height.

Love is a mystery

The Golden Age

Lu Xinger

As for love, it can be said that almost everyone has experienced it. But everyone’s experience, everyone’s experience, is different. Even if someone has had several love experiences, each of his love experiences is different. I think it is this lack of repetition and similarity that makes love a permanent topic in life, allowing people to talk and chew on it endlessly.

Why? ! Perhaps, just because everyone has received the "gift" of love, it may be difficult for anyone to keep it for a long time. In other words, everyone can experience love, but no one can explain it clearly. Just like the cool breeze blowing on a hot dog day, you feel comfortable, comfortable, and happy all over your body, but it's just a feeling. Love is probably similar to the wind, vague, uncertain, very limited, and very infinite. Simone de Beauvoir once described love in a humorous tone: "Why do people fall in love? It's nothing more complicated than this: because it's winter, because it's summer, because it's overworked, because leisure is boring, because Weak, because you are strong, because you need safety, because you like taking risks, because you are desperate, because you are hopeful, because someone does not love you, because someone loves you..." This famous female writer summed up love so mysteriously and discussed it so concisely. Insightful.

Really, love is a mystery to everyone.

Why did you fall in love with this man or this woman at this time and in this situation? Many people, when they cannot answer others and cannot explain to themselves, say, "That was arranged by God." I don't know if God really exists. But I believe that the occurrence of love is a wonderful arrangement. If you think about this "strange" and "wonderful" carefully, you will find that the reason for the wonder lies within yourself. Just as Simone de Beauvoir listed various reasons - a certain situation, a certain need, a special mentality at a special stage will make people burst out with unrestrained emotions from the heart to express themselves, reveal themselves, and satisfy themselves. .

Of course, the expression, revelation, and satisfaction of this kind of emotion must be implemented into a specific person—a person you like, agree with, and have a certain degree of attraction. It should be said that love is an arrangement you make for yourself in a certain period of time and a certain opportunity. I think that no matter what the circumstances or the reasons for the "arrangement", as long as you taste the wonderful and joyful feelings, this is love. I also believe that as long as love happens, whether it is long or short, it is considered successful. That wonderful and joyful experience is a kind of wealth that will be stored in the inventory of your life. The problem is, love becomes complicated once it turns into marriage.

When a friend came to talk to me about the troubles of married life, he said with confusion: "When we first got married, we loved each other very much. I couldn't seem to leave him for a minute, and I couldn't even think about going to work. I have to give him a call during my lunch break. But we have only been married for four or five years, and we both feel bored. We always feel uncomfortable arguing over trivial matters.

Recently, we have become lazy. When we quarreled, we were too lazy to talk. When we got home, we were doing our own things, just like two strangers. I didn’t understand where the original love and his attraction to me had gone..." I first advised her. Relive the scene when you first fell in love: How did you fall in love? What do you love about him? And in what way to love? This kind of review made my friend realize more rationally and clearly that when she met him by chance, she fell in love at first sight and felt that his image and temperament were very consistent with the "him" she imagined. The ideal is ignited, making the flame of love burn brighter and stronger... Therefore, someone pointed out pointedly: People are often stupid when they are passionately in love. My understanding is that people in love become completely emotional, and reason becomes useless, without brains or vision. Of course, there will be no dispassionate analysis and objective scrutiny. Once love is incorporated into the contract of marriage, and people establish relationships and start daily life, the ideal "him" will naturally return to your heart. What you face every day and get along with day and night is the real person. In reality, you will find that he is not perfect, nor is he entirely ideal. As a result, your enthusiasm subsides unconsciously; then, love quietly withdraws as if it has completed a certain mission. A good marriage will replace the love of passionate love with affection and family affection. The reason why a marriage can be maintained well is that you must have the ability to adjust your imagination and expectations of the other person.

It is this ability that will keep the love in your heart from drying up.

However, it is not easy to love and be loved without interruption or exhaustion! The most difficult thing for people to grasp is themselves, their own feelings.

So after all is said and done, love still seems to be a mystery!

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