On the day of the wheat harvest, my enemy and I
shake hands and make it up
We finished the work together.
Close your eyes, everything is destiny takes a hand.
Now we accept it with satisfaction.
-Haizi's "Wheat Field"
tolerate
Author: Ling Yan
I didn't know when I was a kid.
What is tolerance?
Is the tolerance the extra-large distance between squares?
Is the building tolerant enough?
Is tolerance the result of compromise between longitude and latitude?
then
Real life has taught me.
Learn slowly.
Because that's the feeling of the heart.
Contained in my heart.
No size
No latitude and longitude
There is only one kind of love.
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Attach a related poem:
The mind chooses its friends.
Author: Dickinson
The mind chooses its friends,
Then close the door.
All the gods.
No more disclosure.
The carriage stopped at the low door,
She is indifferent.
The emperor knelt on the mat in front of the door,
She is indifferent.
I know, from many countries.
She chose a person.
From then on, close your heart,
Like a stone.