My teacher once said, "Love is the most complicated thing in the world. Everything can be traced, but it is difficult to find a law in love. "

Can you understand it this way? Nothing that has rules to follow is true love.

Sometimes walking in the street, you wander in the crowd and see couples coming and going hand in hand. In your cognition, how can two people be together like this? It's so out of tune.

Many years later, unfortunately, we may also become the most unsuitable couple in the eyes of passers-by.

Blame me me for my crow, but reality will always lower your bottom line again and again and tear you off the altar of love a little bit. Not cruel, not bloody, but it will be numb after a long time.

Later, I felt that love was only a little satisfaction in a long life, far from surging and wandering around the world.

Not superficial, just more sober.

In the days of youth, I always feel that I will be the person who is different and has the most personality. When you meet love, you must be vigorous and dare to do it. Later, those sharp thorns were smashed by the heavy hammer of life, and the growth rate was too slow. I can't care about those sharp thorns anymore, and I'm too lazy to care about my feelings.

Love, on this gray.

Just in some festivals, I hope to have some lonely romance and use data to save myself who is still smiling and numb all over the world.

Suddenly, looking at yourself through a peeping mirror, how can you disappear from everyone?

02

Love has never been a plaything for the wise, nor a luxury for the poor. "Playing a vassal in a bonfire" is not necessarily love, and "being a beautiful woman when angry" is not necessarily romantic.

How to explain love to a teenage boy and girl? Needless to say, they may know more about love than you do.

In the face of love, there is no distinction between high and low.

Love is bicycles running side by side, willows swaying in the wind, carp jumping out of the lake suddenly, steaming ice cream, paper towels covered with tears, careful choice of words in the middle of the night, unexpected reasons for not being able to sleep, showing the arrogance of men's courage, and being the first person eager to share jokes.

When you talk about love with teenagers, you often think they are naive. In fact, I know you envy them.

Our youth has done a set of exercises after another, looking forward to a beautiful love for the university. The university has lost its hair, trying to get into graduate school and find a job. At this time, we will not look for the bad boy with no culture, the melancholy girl with tattoo. The distance of life is clear, and the poetry and romance we want are somewhat deserted.

Nothing to listen to folk songs, sad for other people's stories, not worried about themselves.

When I grow up, I have lost the courage of taking a chance on love. I have nothing to complain about spending Valentine's Day alone.

03

I admit that love is cruel. How many couples love each other to death? In the end, because of such a trivial matter, it gradually accumulated into a huge wave, which could never end. They can only be defeated and flee in the face of disaster, and their flustered eyes shed tears. This farewell is actually a long mountain and a wide water. Never see you again.

But think about it carefully, how many trivial lives have been filled with love before cruelty. After breaking up, complain to friends about each other's excesses and vilify their predecessors' personality. Only in the dead of night will I miss having loved ta without reservation.

In a few years, I believe you will forget those scars, and your memories are full of tears.

When you decide to be with this person, there must be the seeds of love you long for in the other person. You are so lucky to pay attention to it, water it day after day, and finally you find that the grown flower is just a plastic flower.

With the passage of time, even if you are cheated, you still feel very happy, because you have never treated others so attentively.

Li said in Who is Li: "If you can love without love, you can love without love."

04

I used to think that love would be vigorous. For example, Alai Qiu and Mu in The Shogunate once embraced at Yulong Snow Mountain, Sasuke in Qin Chun's copy was willing to go blind to accompany Qin Chun, and Hougetsu Shimamura and Matsui died one after another regardless of secular opposition. This may be a good love story, but it is by no means a good love model.

Here I want to tell two stories. In the first season of Native Land, a foreign female painter who is a performance artist and her lover, after more than ten years of youth, met and came to the Great Wall of China, standing at both ends of the Great Wall, face to face. Three months later, the two met again and hugged each other in tears.

Ten years later, female painters also held a performance art of "staring for a few minutes" in the museum, sitting quietly opposite strangers for a few minutes, only making eye contact and saying nothing.

When her boyfriend, who had been away for more than ten years, stood in front of her again, they smiled at each other and the female painter shed tears. A few minutes later, the man got up and left silently.

They may have a lot to say, but the silence from beginning to end may better explain how beautiful it is to love without crying.

The other is the story of a female painter, which comes from Junichi Watanabe's prose collection Blank. A female painter and a writer have a tryst every year, just like a cowherd and a weaver girl, but it doesn't affect their married life.

The female painter explained that she also wanted to divorce her husband and loved this romantic writer. But at the same time, I thought, maybe the writers in life are just like their husbands, who are slovenly and have such bad habits, so their thoughts will go out in an instant and they will continue to prepare this question carefully every year.

This female painter regards love in life as a scourge, which is unrealistic for us ordinary people, but in her mind, such love is the best.

05

If someone asks me, what can you think of as the best love?

I would say that love is pulled back from the edge of a cliff.

I think so, too. I read my Dumas and you play your werewolf killing.

I should dilute the ugliness of your world, and you warm the beauty of my world.

It should be, I went to press the annoying alarm clock for the first time in the morning, studied the recipes nervously and looked at the oil pan, and suddenly went to a strange place for a wild time.

It should be that all the neat things at home have been disrupted, and then they have returned to the shyness when they first met.

I should have gone my own way wrong. You didn't convince me, but you were sadder than me.

It should be, you and I are both thrifty and frugal, and we went to the bustling downtown to splurge at the end of the year.

I think so. Today is only the tenth day of the first month. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, and so should the day after tomorrow.