Therefore, it seems that love can not only enter an open heart, but also break into a fortified spiritual home, if the precautions are not strict.
Except in love, exaggeration is never appropriate, and it is not just a matter of exaggeration, because as the saying goes, "It is actually himself who pats with all the pony farts." Of course, couples are more than that. Because no matter how arrogant a person is, he will never value himself as absurdly as a lover values his loved one. Therefore, as the saying goes, "it is difficult to have both emotions and intelligence." This shows that the passion of love is so excessive and how it destroys things.
Love is always rewarded, either to win each other's love or to bear the contempt hidden in each other's hearts. This is an irrefutable law. It can be seen that people should be cautious about this kind of feeling, because it will not only lose other things, but also lose itself.
As for other losses, the poet has a wonderful description: "Whoever loves Helen will give up the gifts of Juno and pallas." Because whoever advocates love first will give up wealth and wisdom.
This kind of lust coincides with human weakness, that is, the blow of human abundance or bad luck, but people seldom pay attention to the latter situation. But both situations will ignite the fire of love, indicating that love will be more prosperous if it is a stupid child.
If a person has to accept love, but leave it as it is, and can completely separate it from the major events in life, this person is considered to be an expert in dealing with love. Because if love interferes with people's career, it will endanger people's happiness and make people unable to achieve their goals persistently.
There is an undercurrent of love in human nature. If this kind of love is not poured into one person or a few people, it will naturally spread to everyone and make people kind. This situation can sometimes be seen in monks.
The love of husband and wife creates mankind, the love of friends perfects mankind, and the love of * * corrupts and practices mankind.
Philosophical Prose on Love 9 Someone once said: Love is a long-distance race, see if you can stick to the finish line, but I have been running, but I forget where the finish line is. I lost someone who wanted to run with me. I don't know when to start running all the way, and I'm the only one left. Time has already passed behind me.
Someone once said: love will eventually be defeated by milk bread. Is society too materialistic or are we too naive? Once I always believed in the sanctity and power of love, but in the end I lived in my own world and lost to my naive self. what is love ? What will it eventually become? Who will give me the answer? What kind of answer will it be? I am looking forward to it, but I am afraid to know the result.
Someone once said: love will eventually become family. But I don't know what kind of love can become a family relationship with blood thicker than water. What kind of disaster will it turn into, and how many lovers who will never give up will lose in the process. How many people made a rock-solid promise two months ago, but in the end they couldn't stand the erosion of time.
Someone once said: Love is pots and pans in life. Will there be such love? Is this the love that everyone wants to pursue? Is it a paradise imagined by countless people? Are countless people dreaming of entering the sweetness of happiness? I don't know if there is love in the pots and pans, and I don't know if such love will last long. I just don't understand, and I can't interpret it better.
I don't know how to understand love. Many people say that I won't have love, because I am too strong and indifferent, and people dare not approach me, and because I am too difficult to understand and will never understand me. But who knows which humble one I have approached, I am also eager. I once longed for his pity, but the result was always too unexpected. So I can only protect my weakness with toughness and deprive him with indifference. It's just that I'm getting stronger and lonelier.
I used to long for love and long for love happiness. However, my naivety was finally defeated by reality. Facing more and more distant love, I can only say helplessly: goodbye, my past. Goodbye to the love that I have never been able to sprout. After longing, no longer fantasy. After fantasy, start to face it. What was once a child no longer exists.
My friends always say to me: it's really tiring not to know each other. At first we understood each other, and finally we drifted away. Why? Actually, I don't know. Why do people you know drift away? Are they tired of each other or have they never understood each other? I said to my friend: don't be too reluctant, the original fiery will eventually become dull, but you suddenly recall the past and are dissatisfied with the present. He said he was tired, but have you ever thought about being tired alone? Think of that loneliness? With him, at least you forget your fatigue and loneliness, don't you?
I have never had a long-term love, and I am not qualified to say that love is right or wrong, but the love I found ended in time. I want to catch it, but there is nothing I can do. The love I once had finally lost to time.
Philosophical Essay on Love 10 Love is like a confused multiple-choice question. What is confusing is not the topic itself, but an interactive heart!
Always eager to meet that self-righteous person at the right time and place, then fall in love with that person and finish the journey of love!
Deduct the affection for a lifetime, affection for children, and then, it will take a long time to wait for an unchangeable heart!
This choice, many times, countless times, the heart is always wandering, wandering back and forth, there is love and sorrow, right or wrong, perhaps not the other side, but this wandering time!
Sometimes, when you choose with your heart, it is not the result you want. Too much will is counterproductive. You care about yourself, not what you want, but what you like, but you left me!
God always seems to play a humorous joke, whether he accepts it or not!
Embrace a sincere and fresh heart, be kind to the journey of love, and be kind to everyone you meet. However, it is always not as you wish!
Always retrogress in choice, look forward to miracles in retrogression, beautiful and sacred love on the horizon, and love in fantasy!
Sometimes I will stubbornly find that I am an infatuated person, an incisive emotional master, depicting my lingering love and hate, and talking about me, but such a choice has become a hopeless, a torture, eternal loss and pain!
Confused, lost myself, don't know how to wait, wait for my calm and gratified love! I don't know how to indulge my depressed emotions, so that I can love happily, for myself and for the person I am eager to meet in my life!
Maybe loving someone needs fate, meeting in the right place at the right time, instead of choosing with a calm heart!
Sometimes I feel that choice is also a kind of failure, giving up and disappointment.
Despair in disappointment, disheartened, and an empty heart is getting empty!
Such hopelessness, such choice, thorough understanding, and lost, just finished a process, let yourself lose more thoroughly!
Essay on Love Philosophy 1 1 How would you react if the person with you wanted to get off the bus? Begging? Keep it? What if he has decided to leave? Crying? Begging? But so what? If you stop loving each other, pleading will only increase your humility, and tears will only make him go further and further.
My young friend, if you have the same experience and thoughts as me, please dry your tears and hold your noble head up, because you love and don't believe in tears!
In this world, individual efforts can get a lot of things. Through hard work, you can accumulate wealth; Through diligent study, you can gain fame; By learning knowledge, we can solve key problems and make innovations. But only love is a matter for two people, and one person's efforts are often not done well.
So, if the other person insists on leaving, all you can do is let go. Because love is not sympathy, not pity, not charity. But two blooming souls. Love, don't believe in tears!
In fact, the most difficult thing for people to overcome is themselves. If people can surpass themselves, they will avoid a lot of unnecessary troubles. Don't feel sorry for those who have no chance; Don't shed tears for heartless people; Don't languish for those who run counter to each other. In this world, everything sometimes blooms, sometimes hugs and sometimes leaves. Love for ten thousand years is just a beautiful lie and an impulsive oath.
Separated, your dedication, care and infatuation are superfluous to him, only hurting yourself. You can only love yourself, live a good life, work hard and walk well ... If you meet again one day and you are haggard, is there any disdain in his pity? If you are still so beautiful and radiant, is there something in his eyes? People who are willing to pay, you are kind and wise, and you will definitely make wise choices.
Come out of the shadow of life and embrace this colorful world. As long as there is love in the heart, love will come to visit sooner or later. Love, don't believe in tears!
Philosophical prose about love 12 love, faded, dispersed, woke up, ran with the wind, forgot!
-inscription
We passed by love and never found it again! Is it the human heart or time that makes love disappear? Both. After a long time, love will fade and people will get tired. What kind of love is eternal, and what kind of two people will never get tired even if they live forever?
Suddenly I no longer believe in love, and I no longer believe in so-called sweet words. It turns out that some love is just a ray of sunshine in winter. Summer has come, and it is no longer warm. Love, faded, dispersed, woke up, ran with the wind, forgot!
The road ahead is confused, where should I go? Stop here and dare not go on, for fear of losing each other's original intention. Holding hands is cold, my heart is cold, and I lost my love on the way to find it.
Life is a long journey. If you want to be less lonely, who can accompany you to the end? At the end of prosperity, people always have to learn to adapt to loneliness alone, take strange roads and see strange scenery, walk through fleeting seasons and experience the wind and frost of the world. One day, we turn over and repent. We have tasted the ups and downs, but we still can't get what we want.
Therefore, for those who say goodbye halfway, there is no more sadness, no more nostalgia, no more resentment. A brief encounter is a touch of beauty on the long road of life, which astounds the time and magnifies the brilliant life. Maybe many years later, I will forget that on that day of that year, I lost myself looking for you.
Everyone has his own story, and perhaps the time for memory preservation is limited. In his lifetime, the indestructible world of mortals will eventually stir up a dust, and the time is shallow and the years are blurred, leaving only fragments. Think of a city, with your prosperity and love, and never give up in this life!
Perhaps those ups and downs have given us strength and made us face life more firmly. Some people don't come or go, but they will always be treasured in their hearts. Some people come and go, leaving only faint traces. Some people will always be strangers when they come.
In the scorching sun, let your heart be exposed to the sun, and love will fly in the world of mortals. Maybe some people have been to your world and disappeared one day. There is no need to be disappointed or sad. Meeting and knowing each other is the most beautiful meeting, and the wind will calm down.
Maybe one day, we will all be different. That time has become a nostalgic heart, and there is room for you to visit. The world of mortals read my words and wrote, laughter and sadness all the way are like snowflakes all over the sky. A few years later, they melted on the other side of time.
Say, where are you? Are you still there? I hide myself quietly. Maybe I can't stand in front of you as innocently as I did many years ago, and I am so nervous that I have to practice smiling in front of the mirror again and again. Thank you, you still remember me after many years, and you are still reading my words. It's just that we can't go back. From then on, we didn't meet or say goodbye, just stayed in those years and those beautiful pictures!
Let love touch me, fill my heart with joy, fill my room with sunshine, what will fill my mind? In the morning, you reached out your hands and held me in your arms. What I missed was the most beautiful plot, which made me forget the harm to each other and get used to silence. The past exudes fragrance. We passed by because of love and parted ways!
You said, you can't go back to your old face. Are you beyond recognition, even the gentle sea in your heart has become a desert? I remember you before. I have always treasured it. I once ruined everything I had. I just want to leave those familiar people and things. Now, year after year, at the moment when I no longer think about it, my heart is hollowed out!
It seems that this is the way I want to go. I'm smiling with my hands. There are many storms in life, and time is always silent. Will I meet the face I remember tomorrow? The wind is blowing, and the road ahead is not too far. Are you still reading my story? Open the space and see the traces you walked through in the middle of the night. If there is reincarnation in life, how will we dress up our faces so that the other person will never recognize them?
Love philosophy prose 13 in the spring of March, the gentle spring breeze kissed away the last trace of spring cold. The overwhelming colors show the prosperity and excitement of spring to the extreme. I like to watch a long wheat field spread green without reservation; I like to watch the rape flowers on the border freely show goose yellow; I like to admire the magnolia trees, scrambling to apply pure white, and I like to render purples poetically with peach blossoms.
Peach blossoms are in full bloom, colorful and fiery red. In the bright sunshine, bathed in the warm spring breeze in March, a romantic and beautiful purples covered the hills, the wilderness and the corner of the road. An incredible surprise suddenly appeared in my eyes. Is the peach blossom really in bloom? I clearly remember that two days ago, she was dragging her bony branches listlessly, showing no signs of life, let alone flowering. But now, the blossoming peach blossoms are beautiful, just like countless spiritual spirits swaying in the branches, which makes people feel romantic. Look at those taupe branches that have grown by two millimeters. Against the backdrop of peach blossoms, they actually overflow the freshness and spirit of life, making them look elegant. The green peach leaves are as delicate as eyebrows, looming among the flowers, which appropriately sets off the charm and shyness of peach blossoms.
Peach blossoms are not as elegant and beautiful as orchids, graceful and colorful as lotus flowers, and dignified and generous as peony, but I have a special liking for peach blossoms. Probably because I was born in March when peach blossoms were in full bloom; Perhaps it is because peach blossoms have memories of their hometown; Perhaps it is the peach blossom that easily causes my sentimentality; Perhaps it is the unique charm of peach blossom, maybe there is no maybe, no reason, no reason. Just like in life, I always like a useless item inexplicably and love an irrelevant person.
If there are no peach blossoms in spring, there will be an unspeakable monotony. Only this delicate and graceful peach blossom can make spring complicated and beautiful. Peach blossom is the breath, life and soul of spring. Why else is spring called Peach Blossom Garden? After the baptism of hot summer storms, the tempering of bitter frost in autumn and the infiltration of heavy snow in winter, it is only for March, regardless of it. Just like the love of a moth, it is enough to pursue it once in your life.
Stepping into the peach blossom forest is like being in a romantic fairy tale world. Peach tree stands between heaven and earth with a smile. Peach blossoms blossomed, clusters, patches, and clusters of smiles on the branches, which is very fragrant. Flowers have countless postures, and some bloom without stint, stretching five petals to the fullest, spitting them out gently, blushing a little, just like a versatile woman, a little exposure will be infinite; Some are reserved, and the petals are half exposed to Shimada Hanzo, like a timid and shy woman who wants to talk and is ashamed to say it, showing her romantic innocence; There are only silent flowers and bones, round, like red beans hanging branches, conveying the information of acacia and love. Is love expressed in the form of peach blossoms this spring?
Just standing under a peach tree, you can see that the peach blossom is brilliant and colorful, and a graceful and unique poem flows into your fingertips: peach blossom is in its early spring, and no one thinks it is beautiful. Gently sniffing the faint fragrance, a bright and warm meaning goes deep into the bone marrow. If I can, I would like to incarnate as a peach blossom, sing with the spring breeze, dance with bees, talk with green leaves, throw away dust, laugh at the ebb and flow of the tide, and watch the clouds roll and relax.
The warm spring breeze blows gently, the petals leave the branches, and the petals of rain float in the sky instantly, dancing and spinning like butterflies, and finally fall on the hair, shoulders and the ground. My mood became sad with the falling flowers, and I couldn't help thinking of the story of Cuihu. Last year, today, in front of this door, the peach blossoms set each other off, and I don't know where to go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. Peach blossoms are still in bloom, and people are empty. If the flowers don't wither, fate won't go and love won't go away. However, there is no fate, and many things are often involuntary.
Holding a bunch of fallen flowers and smelling them lightly, I remembered my former lover, my former lovelorn love and the beauty I dreamed of. In that peach blossom season, we lost each other forever, leaving an unforgettable pain. Flowers are similar year by year, people are different year by year, spring is still spring, peach blossom is still peach blossom, but people are no longer the same person as before, leaving me alone. When Li Qingzhao, a talented woman, sang things helplessly, so did sadness! Now, I just want to be safe, happy and happy with each other.
A flying flower will reduce spring, and I know that before long, all peach blossoms will wither into dust. But what does it matter? The branches will be covered with fragrant and sweet peaches, and peaches will gain rich life in another form. What's more, next spring, peach blossoms will still bloom as before.
Quietly asked: Who will accompany me to see peach blossoms next spring?
Essay on Love Philosophy 14 It rained continuously for several days. Every time I woke up from my sleep, a thin layer of fog floated outside the window, and suddenly I thought it was autumn. Outside the curtain, the breeze is blowing gently, and the heart seems to be covered with dust. Wandering in the rain, to experience the baptism of wind and rain, to measure the agility of rain, the passing flower folding umbrella is the flower bone that quietly blooms in the rain, bringing me the first greeting in early spring. Echoes in the ear, can't stop for a long time. It turns out that I'm sitting by the window alone, thinking about you every time. In the drizzle, you casually glance or smile, gently touch my heart lake like dragonfly water, splash waves of ripples, beat the bank and surge with thoughts. I can't say when I miss you, but it's always quiet, brewing gradually and finally appearing suddenly. I'm used to thinking about you, every morning, every time I fall asleep.
When I watched the lovers running and laughing hand in hand in the rain, tears had fallen with the rain and dried up. Counting raindrops, like memories scattered all over the place, can never be picked up. Always wandering in the melancholy of wanting to love but not loving, wanting to forget and not forgetting. Hate, this missed fate; Alas, fate is so confusing. It suddenly dawned on me that you were not with me from the beginning. It's just my illusion.
With your season, flowers bloom more beautifully. I don't know whether I'm flattering you or laughing at me. I can only wait and see the sea of flowers, hoping that you will come back through the snow. When you come back, can you smile and let me enjoy it again? Can you sing softly and wave your whip and allow me to get drunk again? But you still left indifferently and didn't let me see you off, let alone say a word. In desperation, a bitter sigh, go, go, take away your gentle body fragrance, take away the warmth you gave me, wave long sleeves, bid farewell to the past, and let the past stay in the past forever.
Will you think of me on a rainy morning? Will you remember wading with me that day and stepping into a lingering sadness? Looking back thousands of times in my last life, I can let this life pass you by. Fate, this is not easy to find, but I am willing to travel back and forth in the world to accumulate this fate in exchange for your face. Even a solitary lamp and two cold sleeves are enough. I would like to turn into a touch of red among thousands of flowers and leave a little cinnabar on your forehead. I would like to be a butterfly, dancing on your shoulders with fragrance and lingering around you with fragrance. It's your turn to pick me up in the afterlife. I have a face of vicissitudes of life, looking back in the rain, wishing you the end of time. Those warm pictures also drifted around with raindrops, condensed into a spring water, and flowed into endless loneliness. Although it looks complete, it is not what it used to be.
Loneliness is not passing by, but the moment you look back. Your eyes, shining like diamonds, penetrate deeply into the softest place in my heart, making me full of lovesickness, but I can't bear to let you see through it. I learned to cherish the love you gave me, but I forgot the one-meter sunshine that I held hands with you yesterday. I am waiting for a fragrance, waiting for it to bloom with you and flow into this quiet time together.
I thought I was used to loneliness, used to walking alone on the edge of loneliness, but every time I fell into a dream, my thoughts would float in my chest. Stop and stare, where the lights are dim. Have you ever written a book for me in insomnia? Love you is wrong or right, I can't seem to find the answer. If it's right, how can it hurt so much? If wrong, is this predestined love in previous lives? I just want to bring my sincere thoughts and twist a flower fragrance, and the ends of the earth will follow you.
Philosophical Prose on Love 15 Chatting with friends in the evening, sitting in a cafe, listening to a touching conversation between a young man and a woman in love.
-inscription
The sun is setting, the autumn wind is cool, and the autumn sunshine slowly sinking in the west is quietly sprinkled on me. It is as cool as water, gently kissing my hair, revealing the charm like gauze, bathing in a slight cool breeze, looking up at the white clouds in the sky, I am carefree and excited. Who will wait for me not far away, looking forward to it?
Looking back on everything in the past, you used to be the most beautiful shadow in my memory, often spinning in my mind. Your occasional appearance in my dreams will cut off all my memories. You always come to me with a smile in the morning glow, and whenever you leave, I am always reluctant to part with tears.
Now, I used to be the ivy around you, winding you, making an acacia tree for you, and spending every acacia night with you calmly without changing my old attachment; If you become a tear in my eyes, but I won't cry, because I don't want you to leave.
Liang Zhu, who turned into a butterfly, spent a long time in the world of mortals, and finally found that heartbreaking true love in your life and mine. Perhaps this is the agreement of past lives; I wonder if I can influence God. At this crossroads of love, will * * * pick up the unbeaten bunch of red roses and go forward hand in hand? Never part; And I am like a wisp of fragrance floating from a distance, which instantly seeps into your heart and lingers around you. It is destined that I will embrace thousands of pets for you and be colorful for a hundred years!
A crescent moon and a piccolo are all tender feelings; A flood of autumn water, a bamboo flute, hard to blame acacia; The promise of a lifetime, through hardships, will never change; The extreme spring flowers and autumn moon fly in the wind, hiding the pain of acacia in my heart and beaming; Fly across the clouds with a flute. A love song, smoke and bamboo lingering, a dream of red mansions will not repeat itself.
If an erotic text can record an unforgettable heart, I would like to pay all my love to cherish the review of the past 500 years; If an ordinary piece of paper can hold the eternity of love, I would like to pour all I have and write eternal poems with a touch of autumn water.
Looking at the horizon, wearing a continuous acacia; Break through the clouds, who walks in the clouds and dances in the world of mortals.
Through the bustling, bow indifferent, tear off the white clouds, caress a drunken moon. Maybe this acquaintance is just the right time? There is no possibility between us, perhaps, only in those romantic love stories; If you love, you will never regret it. You can't hesitate. Maybe when you hesitate, you really become the shoulder of that past life.
With my lifelong commitment, I will honor my oath to you, but I have no harsh requirements. I just want you to integrate your inner love with me, carve the beauty of this acquaintance in each other's hearts, and let her blossom and bear fruit in the near future.