Love, not the sweetness of words, but the warmth of action

When we share the good that a person brings to us, we must also be ready to bear it. Take on his joys and sorrows, his difficulties and confusions. This is true of love, and friendship as well. There is no such thing as an emotion that is enjoyed without giving, and the highest level is as long as you live better than I do. The love is not the sweetness of the words, but the warmth of the actor's cast.

The fact is that you can find a lot of people who are not able to get a good deal on a lot of things.

It is said that the love we want is never like walking in an empty wasteland for a long time, but because there is a good man to come, the surrounding area will open up beautiful fireworks. The fact is that you will find a lot of people who are not able to get a good deal on a lot of things.

We should be like two vines growing together, although attached, but have their veins. We should be like two clouds floating by, each floating, but each other persistent. The place we belong in this life is to achieve each other, for love, in the dust bloom enchanting and beautiful flowers.

The words that have been written are not hidden, not collected, never the best confession of the soul, implanted in a section of the temperature, and section by section, disconnected with the years, and finally, together and reunited, growing into a most lyrical posture, as haloed in the heart of a flower, linden bloom, glazed thoughts.

Love is beautiful, but also just in the enjoyment of love over love. The most real love, but do not know why fell in love, but also do not know, love for people feel very painful and painful, will remain with the old, until the length of life is cut off when.

Some people say: love is as long as the heart of living there he, every day, every month, every year, every breath in him, and even every day in the blood flowing with him, regardless of the morning and evening, or dusk, regardless of the night, or dawn, regardless of the dream, or outside the dream, and so on love is quite fleshy.

The fact is that you can find a lot of people who have been in the business for a long time. I do not believe in this kind of nonsense, if it is only the soul that is still around, it has to be more than the people. I would like to believe that if love will only live once, once in a lifetime, the afterlife things can not be seen, belief is to treat themselves as fools.

Life has a length, regardless of whether the spring breeze or the west wind is cold, we should cherish life. I can also make the last stroke of the text, leaving white to the years, no longer to please anyone or anything. Heaven knows the true feelings will be speechless.

I no longer envy other people's passion, because the day is just busy with three meals, and leisure time tea, I no longer crave far away vows, because love is just the wind in time to send the clothes, and the rain has not been late umbrella.

I guarded my own time, watching the people in my life come and go, gathering and scattering. The people who have a destiny are like geese flying south, waiting for the spring color to be complete, and will return, and those who do not have a destiny are like smoke that is difficult to hold, even if you give it all you have, you can't get a wisp of warmth. I would like to, in their small world, be a person, a book, a little trivial, with a lazy heart, operating their bland, but also enjoy their small peace.