At first, when we were just ready to love, God warned us that you can't love each other.
We don't care, love is in full swing.
Then, God gave me five slaps rudely.
God said: you can't love each other.
At that time, our love, before budding, was silently doing two things that came from nowhere and disappeared.
God took advantage of our innate stability, and when our love was ready to move, he threw out the first slap in the face, exiled the seeds of love, and went away to a deserted desert, with no nourishment, no rain and dew, only naked sunshine and dusty journey.
God said: you can't love each other.
At that time, our love had flourished in that desert, surrounded by a vibrant oasis. The dazzling sunshine is everywhere.
God took advantage of the sunshine's loyalty to him and slapped him for the second time when our vows of eternal love were not enough. The arrow that the speed of light flies to God actually pierces our warm chest and disturbs our steps of supporting each other.
The boots of faith are gone, and there is nowhere to hide among thorns.
Then, the sun went down and dark clouds came. In an instant, the wind rolled with heavy rain, which was bleak. Our love was once lost and lost its original direction.
God continued: You can't love each other.
At that time, our love was used to dazzling sunshine or raging storms, exposed to thorns in broad daylight.
God took advantage of the blind obedience and dependence of our relatives, and slapped him for the third time when our love was colorful.
It drives our beloved relatives to roar at our newly booming love, it drives those who respect us to ignore our sentimentality, it drives them to lose their senses and insists that we choose between family affection and "so-called love".
Forced my simple old father to shout in anger: get out! We don't have you as a son!
This made my kind mother cry and despair.
At that time, we cried like two wolves who didn't want to be carnivores anymore.
God went on to say: you can't love each other.
At that time, our love has been devoted to wandering in the ends of the earth.
God persevered. When our love met at the end of time, he slapped for the fourth time.
God finally used his cruelest tricks to provoke mutual loyalty between us, so that we could spend a long time coldly looking at each other's bleeding wounds.
Fortunately, everything was finally settled in a difficult place. After a long-lost affectionate hug, our love is even better than usual. This time, God couldn't help being angry. He chose a messy afternoon, gritted his teeth and declared to me: Your so-called lover had an accident and was already lying in the intensive care unit of the hospital.
God insists that you can't love each other.
At that time, my lover had survived, and our love continued to flourish in that desert oasis.
God seems to have finally calmed down, and I think it is helpless to acquiesce in the romantic love in this Baidu disaster. Our love finally left those thorny roads and embarked on a journey with a bright future.
It's just that we, we once threatened not to mind being dull, but the dull days made us more and more afraid. Love grows old in dullness and suddenly dies in fear.
At that time, we were no longer young.
On a gentle sunny day, on the edge of the noisy crowd, we let go together without any mood, turned our backs and faced each other silently. I don't know what to regret, wandering for many years, or who suddenly turned back after many years? Is it used to pay homage to the lost youth, or to remember people who have left life?
There is no unexpected calm, only unexpected panic. As time goes by, the lost voice, from the origin to the origin, is almost like a drop in the ocean, a dead zero.
At this time, I suddenly felt a strange heat coming from my ears and cheeks, and suddenly realized that the crunchy sound on my ears was the burning pain of the fifth slap from the exhausted God.