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The best relationship art depicts the highs and lows of the authentic couple.
A Little Late Is Better
The morning surges on, and the afternoon drags through until the sun gives in and the moon says its most ignored "hello." So many of us forget to look up, every day, in awe of how lovely this routine built around us is. We are consumed by our mundane struggles and schedules. Constantly gasping for air in panic and driven by stress, because of what value are we're if not overworked and malnourished?
By Joannis Rodon3 years ago in Humans
Springtime thoughts
In March, I miss my wife, and I feel broken outside the willow tower. I can't bear to hear the sound of Zi Gui. I want to dusk, the rain hit the apricot blossom deep closed door. Outside the window, a hazy, drifting apricot blossom rain, came slowly, tender, like the tears of a long-lost and long-lost lover, rain, endless. Bitter and sweet, sometimes happy, sometimes sad. It is light like a dream, gently falling on the heart, soft and moist; it is dark fragrance floating, refreshing the heart, making people intoxicated and obsessed, lingering, do not know what day it is?
By Hickman William3 years ago in Humans
This autumn can be a memory
I walked alone on the corner of the street late at night, all voices were silent as if understanding my mood, the sound of wind and rain also quietly faded away the noise, leaving only the dampness mixed with the cold breath, greedily eroding the whole street. I lost my soul walking, let the tears flow from the cheeks, do not want to wipe, do not want to wipe, let the teardrops and rain together with the earth, leaving a brief mark.
By Tripoli Flynn3 years ago in Humans
The beauty of first sight
The gentle breeze blew on my face. The tranquil waves of water reflect the beautiful faces of the visitors. The weeping willows and poplar branches, competing for new shoots and budding greenery, make people imagine that they have been longing for spring. The rhythmic sound of the green bamboo grove swaying, accompanied by the melody of the dreamy stream, is like a beautiful musical sound floating, intoxicating!
By Tripoli Flynn3 years ago in Humans
Love is "being with you
"Love is the resonance with another person, body and soul, and only with him or her." One day in September 1947, Paris. André Gautz met his love, Doreena, at a friend's house. She had thick brown hair, and pearly skin, and exuded an innate nobility and elegance, so charming and so lovely. She was surrounded by three attentive men, and he fell in love at first sight but was deterred.
By Tripoli Flynn3 years ago in Humans
