Because of love, the world has become beautiful.
Where there is love, there is everything. This is a romantic heart. So I like love and believe in love. Because it is warm, it can bring happiness and comfort. Sometimes love can become a scar, leaving painful past events and memories. Pain makes people grow up, makes people indifferent, and makes everything in the world look pale, like clouds passing through their hearts.
Love is constantly changing and adjusting with age. It is also growing.
When I was young, love was a passion. Because you are young, you can be unscrupulous, you can care nothing about the gains and losses of love, you can get it, but you can come again if you lose it. Too much love is a substitute for passion. Passion can burn, and there has always been a saying that it burns love.
After maturity, love has changed from fanatical passion to gentle warmth. Like water, it seeps into every corner of the soul unconsciously and silently. It can be a concern, a low reminder in the ear of the ends of the earth. Can be clear and warm tears, dripping in the lover's arms
When you really love someone, you will feel quiet, gentle, warm and sweet. If you walk in a warm winter and the sun shines on you, you are lazy. Everything around you can come and go, things can change and you don't care. The only constant is the pillar of the mind. And the person you love is that pillar. Holding hands with him and walking on the road of life, you can be carefree, worry-free, and even naive and selfish: because he is a man. Men can hold up a sky. So you don't need to think too much for yourself.
Just like walking in a strange city, you have nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about, just being held in his arms. Therefore, there is only a happy and happy mood. When you love someone deeply, holding his hand will naturally remind you: hold your hand and grow old with your son. Because of love, we hold hands.
Walking hand in hand in stormy days, you will understand the warm feeling better. Walking hand in hand on the bumpy road of life, we will cherish each other more, because of the bumps, we will take every step carefully.
Writing here, I heard him open the door and come in. So I stood up and looked at him, and I was happy for a while.
"I love you." This sentence has been said many times.
"I know." Look at his smiling face and sigh gently. In this full moonlight, writing an article about love, looking at the person I love deeply, everything is so satisfying.
"Do you know why I want to say this to you?" He's confused. I smiled. I like to lean in his arms, which is my eternal shelter, so I stare at him and whisper in his arms: Everything is beautiful because of you.