Love is like coffee, bitter yet mellow; love is like song, twists and turns but moving; love is like sour plum, green yet sweet. Is your love sweet or bitter? Below is a short essay about emotions that I compiled for you. I hope it will be useful to you!
Essay about emotions 1: Love is a thing
Author: Floating Rootless Grass
There is no eternal love in the world, but there is definitely eternal family affection in the world. Once love is transformed into family affection, the foundation is not built on sand.
For a long time, love has been far away from me, so far away that it feels strange. It was so hazy, maybe the love at that time was the purest; after a long time, it got closer and closer, but I felt a chill in my heart and an inexplicable heartache. I can't explain the complicated feelings that I can't explain.
When a love is in front of you, can you say it is real? At least I don’t understand. The seemingly logical process of getting to know each other, falling in love, and staying together is actually not that satisfying. Behind the seemingly perfect love, there is always a past that can only be recalled.
Time flies, and it’s not just the youth that was passed away in a hurry. The ignorance of youth, the persistence of youth and the deeply buried original.
After all, there are not many perfect matches for men and women, and love in reality is often more like a running account. When a passionate love turns into daily necessities, it becomes more than just a simple relationship, but more of a mutual affection.
Love is the deep communication and sincere trust between two people. Love and care so that the other person’s thoughts are clear. When you love deeply, you will think of the other person all the time. (Her) His name will echo in my mind. Love is something between two people.
There is a kind of love called unrequited love. It is more like a car. The rear wheels always maintain an insurmountable distance from the front wheels, and the rear wheels have to walk ahead of the front wheels. on the way. When the rear wheel falls in love with the front wheel, it knows that the front wheel will only move forward, never look back, and kiss every inch of land that the front wheel passes.
Love is a magical thing, it can make people crazy and stupid. If there are more fools, there will be less uneasiness.
People who are in love are busy maintaining love, and people who are not in love are busy looking for love. Perhaps this is the most magical part of it!
Essay on Emotions 2: The Story of Love Flower
Author: Wen Si'er
I think there is a flower of love in everyone's heart. However,
The flower of love is like the roses blooming in spring. They are gorgeous and colorful. It can be seen that love has become an indestructible firework in the lives of one woman after another.
Indeed, love embellishes a woman's life in a vivid and colorful way. Many women who have not yet let it bloom or are in full bloom are counting the beauty and fragrance brought by love bit by bit in their hearts. Love sublimates women's spiritual world and makes their lives full of sunshine, happiness and satisfaction.
Love is a part of many women’s lives. You are like love in the hearts of sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls, even more like the buds on the branches, the delicate flower core is full of ignorance and curiosity about love; love in the hearts of twenty-year-old girls is even more, the icing on the cake, but they Sometimes I would take a nap shyly because my heart was filled with longing and yearning for love. Love in the heart of a woman in her mid-twenties is like a blooming flower, with fragrant petals dripping green, showing the vitality and enthusiasm of love; love in the heart of a thirty-year-old woman is like a blooming life with a rich fragrance. , facing love with more calmness and wisdom.
However, in the face of love, some people perform it wholeheartedly. They exude a kind of pure beauty, like a poem, purifying themselves and touching the hearts of others; in the face of love, some people choose to use Reason is wandering on the edge of love and affection, half open and half closed, as if waking up and returning to a dream. Love is like a cup of boiled water, light; when it comes to love, some people are too scheming. Maybe their love may end prematurely. Withered or never blooming, their love is like a broken black golden incense. The faint fragrance gradually dissipates before it begins to bloom.
And this kind of blooming love flower has the purity of beauty and the holiness of beauty, making people feel that love is a sacred power. It would be such a pity if this peerless beauty was broken like this! It’s just that in real life, everyone has their own love, and what kind of love is what each of us women want, the love that opens up The flower of love!
Then let this flower of love bloom forever in the hands of every woman. When there is no rainbow, no sunshine, no wind, frost and thunderstorm, we will work together to survive in life. Let’s work together to make that sacred flower of love more vivid, colorful, more beautiful, and more radiant.
Short Essay on Emotions 3: Love Talk
Author: Emotional Psychology Mantou
Some people threaten to accompany us for a lifetime, but they have not yet reached the end of the journey. Half of the time, he has left us. I have never understood whether love is lost to money, fate, or TMD? Inappropriate? What are three words?
I am a person who does not want to recall, No matter how unforgettable it was at the beginning, or how deep into the bone marrow, the past has passed after all. If we rely on memories to learn from the pain, then we are dusty people, even if the wind blows, can we go back to the beginning?
In fact, some people always I felt that I was still young and could enjoy all the fantasies carefree, fantasizing about each other's vows and sweet words. Later, I was surprised to find that I didn't know when I started to understand the ugliness of society and see clearly the beauty behind a smile. Be perfunctory, understand other people's play-by-play, and be aware of the roughness of the world.
When the fantasy is shattered and the dream wakes up, love has also passed away. Apart from the remaining bits and pieces of love, what else is left? In the end, if you savor it carefully, maybe all that is left is growth. Perhaps, without experience, how can we continue from the beginning of the next paragraph?
I prefer the words "Let it take its course". Sometimes I feel powerless, sometimes I feel it is difficult to make a choice, sometimes I feel helpless. Sometimes, I always use "Let nature take its course" to deal with myself.
However, love cannot be shaken off or thrown away. Being told by the other party: not accepting, not willing, what you get in exchange is still a familiar stranger.
Cities look similar to each other. Sometimes we can’t tell which is which. The only thing that distinguishes them is the local accent and TA. Having experienced many stories and heard many love words in a city, it is not difficult to find that we gradually lose our original interest and persistence in this city. Perhaps it is because: the person we love most hurts our initial happiness, and in the end We still left this city behind. The past is like smoke and you and I will never see each other again.
After being sad, you will understand what the end of love is. It is not the late meeting, it is not the joys and sorrows, it is not passing by, it is not the existence of mistress and mistress, but these things from beginning to end Never before had two people sat naked face to face and holding hands, but they could no longer sense each other's situation or temperature. The heart is broken, the love is gone, many people and many things must be let go with tears, just like a train that has reached the end. No matter how unforgettable the scenery along the way is, people who have traveled far have to get off.
Sometimes two people separate, not because of a momentary impulse, nor because of a disagreement. When she encounters grievances, when she encounters sadness, where are you? When he encounters When he is tired, when he encounters pressure, where are you? Maybe neither of them sees it, just like a tire gradually cracks after a long journey, and all you see is the moment it explodes.
Many people’s love is like: from heartbeat to heartache to sadness to heartache. In fact, no matter what it is or not, you will understand once you have been hurt. No one has the ability to see the future, so in youth, So what if I have experienced some sad stories over the years. I once wrote a sentence: Falling in love is like meeting for the first time, waiting is like dreaming. If you and I don't see each other, my heart aches as if we see you again. You can't throw away what you don't want, and you can't find what you want. In fact, if you can't get it, you should give up. Why should you be serious?