At this most beautiful moment, the poem begins, with graceful and dignified posture, less bold and frank image and lively action. There is no earth-shattering, weeping ghosts and gods, and vows of eternal love. The word "most beautiful" describes the pursuit of pure, holy, great and beautiful love in detail, but there is no trace of melodrama, which shows that it is small.
"The sunshine is full of flowers/blooming carefully, which is my hope in my previous life." It is said that love is fate, and love _ _ and not love _ _ are feelings and choices. Any effort is deliberately reluctant and futile.
However, in the vast sea of people, how many people are waiting in line, holding the number plate of love, looking left and right, and love has to turn? I'm waiting for _, how far is his future? If we say that fate is in providence, then sharing is in.