Love Prose Recitation Part I: Love and Marriage
The most exciting thing is love, and the most painful thing is love; The warmest thing is marriage, and the most depressing thing is marriage.
People first pursue love, but often when they look forward to love, they can't help but become prisoners of marriage. Love depends on chance, marriage depends on wisdom, love doesn't come when you want, and no one imposes it on you and shares it with you. Many people will never meet true love in their lives. Even if some people do, they miss the fate because they belong to each other. Marriage is inevitable if you want to avoid it. Many factors will make you involuntarily, so most people's marriage has become a substitute for love or even a fake.
Some people say that marriage is the grave of love, which is generally correct. To maintain marriage, it is enough to like each other, which has become a common form of marriage. The best state of marriage is mutual appreciation and incomparable pleasure. This perfect combination of marriage and love is a relatively high level. At this level, marriage becomes a paradise of love, so two people become angels. However, there are too few people who can really become angels. Most people enjoy life more in marriage, so people should learn to enjoy life and treat marriage correctly. People should not deliberately position their marriage, nor should they care too much about the "love content" in marriage. How much is inevitable, but it must be true, and true and false cannot be ambiguous.
Marriage is a way of life for two people. We should have a correct understanding of our marriage. If our taste is low, we should strive to improve it. If the taste is high, it is necessary to maintain it carefully; If you are completely disappointed, don't shy away from strong support. Therefore, most people's marriages should be grasped with wisdom, and only a few people's marriages are nourished by love.
Some people say that there are many forms of love: love of deception, love of ignorance, love of exploitation, love of fantasy, and love of passion ... But I don't think this is true love, I just put on the coat of love, put on the mask of love, and put on the label of love ... True love is a form, beautiful, and does not need any embellishment and decoration.
The longer time goes by, the more you find your own shortcomings and often worry about them. This is marriage.
The longer time goes by, the more advantages you will find, and many of these advantages are your shortcomings. This is love.
Reading the short passage about love Part II: I am waiting for you in a lonely world.
Many times, after eating, close the doors and windows and turn on the lights, the fire in the stove will be prosperous! Then sit on the sofa, just staring blankly. My thoughts wander in the lake of memory, salvaging things that have long been lost, knowing that every salvage is painful and sad, but I can't help but touch the wound! Those ancient and distant stories are printed in my mind, just like a sad picture, beautiful and heartbreaking.
I have been thinking, life is so short, why miss, suffering, pain and despair are so long? I seem to be a lonely walker, walking with hasty or idle steps to the depths of the lonely alley of the world of mortals, with a sad and stubborn back. No one knows what I am looking for, but I always believe that I will meet my dream again in the evening of a bluestone street! At that moment, all my sadness and loneliness will bloom into a bright flower in the waiting and chasing. However, year after year, like water flies, the peach blossoms in that season opened, thanks, but I was still wandering on the road, and you didn't come back. I didn't stop looking for my dream.
I once fantasized that I was the most free and easy person in the world. No matter how deep the love is, no matter how deep the injury is, you should let go of the moment you turn around, but you are disappointed after all! The world of mortals is like a rope, which binds my heart that wants freedom. My dream is still on the other side. In this desolate and purplish season, no one wants to keep the footsteps of an uninvited guest. .......
After all, it is a vast sea of people, and some meet, just passing by; And some encounters are doomed to turn back, even if they go far, they should turn back and stare, look into each other's eyes or back, and pour love and thoughts!
Buddha said: "Persistence is like dust, and it is futile to return." Persistence, like tears, is the breaking, breaking and flying away that drips into the heart. "But I still can't give up my thoughts, I can't escape into an empty net, I can't get rid of nirvana. I still want to find a marriage opportunity in 500 years, so I fell into the endless hell!
How many sleepless nights, I miss you, your glance and smile, your words and deeds, the road we walked together, the scenery we met ... It's just that you stayed in my youth for a moment, which warmed my thoughts and drowned the tears of my life! My heart is in song for you, with my life, blood and tears!
I stood under the starry sky, deep in the courtyard, staring with tears in a ray of moonlight, and the stars in the sky blinked, but I didn't know where our previous lives met. I really want to remember the good past, forget the sorrow, but memory is a wind chime ringing at the bedside, which can't hide the desolation and sadness in the aftertaste.
If time can go back, if life can be re-chosen, will we miss it again? Will I stop wandering the moment I meet you? But there are only results in this world, not ifs.
In the world of mortals, you may have forgotten to be here, but I am still waiting for you! The place, time and weather where we met have always been so familiar.
Prose reading about love Part III: Write about you in my life.
Without that meeting, everything seemed the same. You guard your horizon, and I guard my cloak. Between us, we keep our own starlight, don't meet each other, and don't owe each other. There is no touch between fingers, and there is no beauty of this heart.
However, it is clear that this touching encounter is like a drama interpretation, and the staggered love has never met. But I'm still persistent and obsessed. I also know that the misty rain in this winter moon still reads you like a poem and returns your picturesque taste. Because of this, you are a charming landscape in my life. Like the wedding clothes of the four seasons, the cassock is removed and put on new clothes. I am very calm, even if it is a human dream, I will write you in my life. I would rather guard for love and never give up. Even if the dream is far away, the years will change and the feelings will be deeply stored in the soul.
I don't know when I fell in love with you and gave me a ride, but I was moved all the way and my heart beat a little, just because I snuggled up behind you quietly. In my life, there has never been such a voice that makes my heart stop, but now I am waiting for you. The wind is still blowing, but it is not as cold as it was at first. The sky is getting dark, but there is no fear of the past. A road, walking, but forgot to turn back. I'm lucky to have you around.
Just when I was in my prime, I met you as scheduled. Fortunately, among thousands of people, we met. In thousands of years, in the endless wilderness of time, we are neither earlier nor later. However, such an encounter is always fatal, even if we are on the cliff, we will fall.
Since the encounter is so beautiful, this beautiful encounter is like a beautiful dream, out of reach. But I also know that those really beautiful things, which come and go in a hurry and stop to look back, have made time so exquisite and precipitated, which is an intriguing past after all. Life records your footprints and comes to my world. Take you away, take me on the other side. Gently use the prosperity that once scattered in the world of mortals to make a promise of a brilliant life.