Some feelings are secret and pure, like the nightingale's poems ringing in the lonely moonlight. I dare not disturb that beauty.
Have you ever tried to wear breathable clothes and go barefoot to the fields on a cool night to watch the fireflies with the breeze? When you feel a little sleepy, there must be someone who advises you to go home or buys you some clothes. This person must be your parents. They love you for no reason. Maybe you say you are related by blood and they must love you. But what if they are related by blood? They are just your parents, but they always take care of you but don't love you. From the moment you are born, raising you becomes a responsibility, not a burden. But why? Because of the first time you cried or the first time you looked at them, they fell in love with you from the bottom of their hearts, or they fell in love with you over time. The sheep still have the kindness to kneel down and breastfeed, shouldn't you repay them?
Have you ever played in the shade with your friends? Is there anything perfect about your friends who can put up with your little tantrums over and over again, have you ever wondered why? You are not the center of the world. They don’t need to accompany you around, but they always accompany you and help you when you are in trouble. Have you never been moved by this? Perhaps, your inadvertent word of help or greeting made them remember it. If being affectionate is also a kind of love, then they must love you deeply until death. Maybe they never mention it, asking for nothing in return. Some people say that making a good friend is equivalent to receiving a big gift. Don't you thank them? Even if they don't need it.
These feelings may not have much meaning in your eyes, but if you are willing to appreciate them, they will be as eternal in your heart as the beautiful scenery. For example, the nightingale sings. So please return the favor, as I said: don't disturb the nightingale's poetry.