Young love is like crystal - although fragile, fragile, and more crystal clear, transparent, pure, beautiful and precious!

Young love is like crystal - the crystal is about to be polished out of the rough stone by a sharp weapon!

Young love has to grow up hard from the chaotic soil of youth through the storm of life!

Today's love comes too easily and colorfully, but it lacks persistence. Although love seems valuable because of persistence, my persistence has become a burden to others. To quote a female writer, "We have polite love and also polite ourselves and each other with love. When you are in love with others, you are no longer a pile of flesh and blood and bones, but a blooming soul!"

When the person I loved deeply when I was a teenager appeared in front of me again when I was thirty-five years old, can we carry out our love to the end? Can we put aside all the good love?

The years of flowers are as pure as water!

The years of poetry are not as free and elegant as poetry!

A relaxed age but no relaxed days!

There is no trace of wings in the sky, and I have already flown by. People are always afraid of looking back and often looking back. Looking back, seeing whether the road I have walked has been straight or curved? Are the footprints I have stepped on are deep or shallow? Looking at the ups and downs of yesterday, grasping the future of tomorrow. That heart that has long been dead, without any hope, can't withstand the temptation of a pair of eyes. It always hopes that all the original plain feelings will no longer be dull!

There are many things that we will never know whether a choice is right or wrong until the end. Life is not composed of various destiny opportunities, but sometimes: some choices are indeed bets between us and ourselves. Many times, the only thing that is beneficial to us is probably only experience and lessons. After all, people cannot fall several times in the same place!
Chapter completed!