After reading If You Have Loved Someone (1): If you can't love, it's a pity to abandon it.
After reading this book, I found out why the names of Xiaowai and Yan Bo Chang 'an were marked on the cover of the book, which was as light as water. This is my greatest feeling about these two articles, and it is also the unrequited love I experienced at the age of 23, which seems to be together, but separated. Until now, I met two articles that a girl likes best, because the reality is harmonious. I may have read too many other articles, but I'm not impressed. Most of those words began to cross the line in high school. It is a pity for someone who is a high school dementia and only knows how to bury himself in study and has never experienced a secret love. Perhaps the main readers of this book are high schools and college students who are in love. For me, people who are already realistic can only be regarded as chicken ribs. I can't love them and abandon them.
Reflections on "If you ever loved someone" (2): The title of the book is "Burning Me, blx in this World".
To tell the truth, the title "If you ever loved someone wholeheartedly" has a burning feeling for me. As a student, I was too timid. I never loved at all, but I had a secret love, which is equivalent to not paying. Poverty is not a reason, let alone a reason to enter the society after graduation. I am the only one to blame. I have a bad life. Everyone can't be simpler, but the world is complicated. Between simplicity and difficulty, we are used to choosing simplicity. In the end, we were stained with complex colors by the complex world, and we could never get clean white paper back. At least "I loved you" in the book gave me a lot of comfort. It turns out that unrequited love also has a desperate power. Many years later, I never saw a word he wrote, never heard his voice, never received any gifts from him, never heard Lu Yu's voice. When I read this, I only have the word "static" in my mind. The old days were there quietly, and the people you like stayed in the years quietly. Actually, I have a story to tell. I just added the WeChat group of my high school classmates a few days ago, and I have a feeling of finding an organization in an instant. I saw her inside. I said everyone would say "the girl you chased in those years". This theme is very popular, at least more popular than the later theme "Tell me how you got rid of the order". Many people began to think of their secret love in those days. I said the girl I like is red lips and white lips. She went to study as a letter teacher the year she graduated, and I went on to continue my senior year. When she left me a photo, her heart rate should have reached 900.
Everyone in this world has Blx. It's just that some people hide too deep to find them, and some people hide directly on the surface and become teenagers. If you have ever loved someone, this book should be a gift for all young people. The story inside is very suitable for young people to read and middle-aged people to recall their youth. The story is very simple. Everyone laughs and cries. Only when you lose it will you know how beautiful it is.
Youth can laugh and cry, or cry and laugh. No matter how it comes, it is beautiful. If you really love someone, everything he does is right. If you love him first, you lose first. I have read this sentence for a long time: falling in love with someone is tantamount to indirectly giving him the right to hurt you. You gave yourself strength, so you have to bear the final consequences. But anyway, I hope you are all right.
The story of bento jun is very sincere. He is not a person who likes to hide, so I can see that he is a soft girl who likes to tease about sleeping. He cherishes that kind of pure love in his bones. In order to keep you, he can sleep in the same bed without holding you. He misses the love of the old school and may be hurt by the love of the new school.
Shen Jiake is a little beauty, but she wrote a story about a great woman. Xia Wei's knowledge is really hard to serve. So when I was young, it was too easy to make vows. At that time, kannika nimtragol called it too casually. She is gentle to everyone except him. Maybe some things are not a person's fault at all, they are all spoiled by him. Love is not a pet. This sentence should make young people who have just started to fall in love think about it.
After reading "If you ever loved someone" (3): I have been very happy to love you.
Last Saturday afternoon, I went downstairs to buy food. Walking to the door of the community, I saw a boy on the phone, with a loud voice: "For you, I gave up my job as a civil servant in my hometown and almost re-planned my life, just to come to Beijing to accompany you and work together for our future. As a result, you said it would be over in three months, and you were going to find your ex-boyfriend ... what did you take! "
I guess he said sorry over there, and his voice became louder: "Sorry is useless!" " "Then it is estimated that there is crying, and his voice becomes gentle again:" Don't cry, your eyes are not good ... if you have something to say ... are you really unable to go back? "
My heart suddenly felt very uncomfortable, and I was still worried about each other even after being dumped. There shouldn't be many boys with this kind of human touch, should there? In this fast food era. Only no one can say what love is. You see, he changed his life plan for him, gave up his good job as a civil servant, and accompanied her to Beijing to float … but so what?
It's just that I'm glad to be in love with you. The world is so big that it is not easy to meet you. However, I will never love someone so hard again, because no one else is qualified except you. But, "Anyway, I hope you are all right. You know, I envy every day when I'm not around. "
With the growth of age, everyone will find something that makes him unhappy, that is, he can no longer love a person wholeheartedly as he did at the beginning, and he will think twice before doing anything, no longer pursuing his original ideas or even talking. This change has a very ambiguous word, called growth, and there is a more ambiguous statement, called the price of growth. I don't know when it started, people gradually accepted that the process of growing up is to discard some things with the best nature. Of course, there is nothing wrong. The more you experience and see the world, the more turbid your eyes will become, not to mention the deeper your heart.
Although we have all become hedgehogs, we still look forward to and miss the beautiful things in our hearts. After all, the touch you brought me not only made me brilliant at the beginning, but also warmed me for many years. "He has a new book conference and wants to send it to his first love for the first time. He will write some common greetings on the cover, and his autograph will be short and beautiful, like a secret smile on his lips. "
Everyone and everything will eventually belong. Don't ask why you love him so much that you can't be together. It's not meaningless In the words of the captured Soviet spy in bridge of spies, "What's the use?"
Each of us once loved someone, maybe it was the first time, maybe it was a secret love, or something else. No matter how the years pass, no matter how we grow, they will live in our hearts forever. As time goes by, she/he is still the person we once loved. "May every short, long, silent and frank heart be known, cherished, missed and carefully placed."
Reflection on "If you have loved someone desperately" (4): If you have loved someone too.
I'm going to fall asleep with a splitting headache. Just half an hour ago, a friend I haven't contacted for a long time sent me a WeChat, saying that my head was too haggard, and I shouldn't be too willful to my body on the way to chasing my dreams.
Recently, my face is really dark, lack of sleep, malnutrition and anemia. I don't think there is a worse state.
Just now, I heard a girl crying downstairs, tearing her heart out. She kept crying and said, "I'm going to call him, I'm going to call him, I'm going to call him ..."
It broke my heart.
There are other boys' and girls' voices around, urging her to stop crying and make trouble, and go home and play … I think that girl must be lying on the road downstairs.
This is love, right? Only love makes people collapse in the middle of the night and in the street.
The crying began to be harsh, which made me forget my sleepiness.
Write it. If you can't sleep, write.
Reminds me of that summer two years ago, when I hid in the toilet at home and cried for two hours. The clothes are all wet, with tears and sweat. Cry until you break down.
I really want to call someone, too But I can't, so I can only cry. When the inner pain is detonated, it becomes a turbulent sea of tears.
A colleague once said that the most painful thing is to fall in love with someone you shouldn't love. Is to fall in love but not be together.
No one wants to torture themselves, and I think the girl crying downstairs is the same. If you can have a beautiful love, who doesn't want it? It's just that sometimes, torturing this thing is not something we can stop thinking about.
However, what can we do in life? Apart from birth, illness, death, parting, indifference, pride, willfulness and self-esteem. ...
So, we missed it and passed by, even though we loved, hated and enjoyed it.
Time waits for no one and won't keep you waiting. It took that person away and purified your heart. When you are empty, maybe you will miss those painful days when you miss someone, and you can't see or get it.
At least, at that time, you were full and rich.
When I was a child, I saw a TV play in which two leading men and women divorced. When we met again, the man asked the woman if she still loved him. Women say, how much you love, how much you hate.
I always remember this sentence. How much you love, how much you hate.
Slowly, the years are also making me understand this sentence. If there is no love, there is no need to hate
Whether it is love or hate, I am most afraid that you will be slaughtered and plundered in the end, leaving only a word from Aska Yang, but it is nothing.
I haven't shed tears for a long time, even if I pass by the intersection where I broke up.
By chance, one day I went home by bus and found myself passing by that place. Because I received an unexpected surprise, I was ecstatic to hold the man's hand on a rainy night.
I don't quite understand what this mood is. People have disappeared, oh, the place is still there, and the memory is still there.
Just like when I was a sophomore, I stayed away from school and cried. At that time, including now, the most impulsive thing I wanted to do was to sit in the street and cry. Really, I don't want to sleep or scold the street. I want to cry without anyone else.
Later, every time I went back to school by car, I would see that place. I remember crouching there, crying. For myself and my miserable life.
However, often what we want to do most is the most difficult. If I really cry in the street, there will be many people watching, and even someone will comfort me.
Crying is not weakness. I don't need to emphasize these cliches. Maybe it's just an impulse, a mood, a disguised feeling and love.
If I still have tears, I think I am happy. I don't know about you.
Just like the girl who cried downstairs just now, maybe one day, she will feel silly today, but one day, she will miss everything today. Including every detail. I am so young, so willful, so warm and so heartbroken.
The more we start, the more complete we are.
Comment If you ever love someone in despair (5): Can I ask you one last question? Loved.
When reading the article, I have been thinking about a person in my heart, and I hate it in my heart: that person is the one I fell in love with recently, and may be the only one who dares to say that he loved rather than used to it as an adult. Reading such an article is really looking for abuse. Every time you read a paragraph, you may find the shadow of a certain relationship in the article. But isn't that the purpose of this book? The title of the book clearly asks you, have you ever loved someone at all costs?
Since I published Douban ID in my circle of friends, I have some concerns when writing book reviews. Is it too dangerous to disclose my life too much in Douban's article? I just put down the book after reading it this time, and I still have a warm mood in my heart. Even if I am seen by a familiar person, I will feel uncomfortable if I don't express my emotions at this moment.
Title: Have you ever loved someone?
A: Without any ifs, all desperate love will go to destruction and blow, bringing bloody scars. I don't want to. I am in love.
A friend told a story about her. She is one thirtieth this year and is still single. She stays at home every day and doesn't even have the desire or mood to fall in love (I know you also play douban, so don't blame me if you see it one day). Every time she talks about the topic of love and marriage, she says that she is full of precautions against people and has lost patience and hope for love and marriage. She also said that she didn't want to go anywhere, fearing that she would meet the old man in the street and that he would know that he was not doing well. I am worried, but I can't save her, because I don't know where to save her or how to save her.
I know very well in my heart that most women will experience pain and struggle when they see betrayal and deception. "He made us grow up overnight." Thank those who once loved each other. It is because of them that we can see that men's love can be so hot and men's turns can be so rude. I also thank myself at those times, seeing others show their love in front of you, gnashing their teeth and swallowing blood and tears, so I grew up overnight. Therefore, I will never love someone so wholeheartedly again.
If I ever loved someone at all costs. Look at this sentence: "Zeng" and "Guo" are the past perfect tense If I once loved someone wholeheartedly, I don't know if I will love another person wholeheartedly.
It used to be very popular on the internet. Can I ask you one last question? Loved. The first time I saw it, my heart was broken, but in the end this sentence was broken by omnipotent netizens. "Love" became a joke.
Today, I write these words and these impulsive emotions, not because I have loved, but because I hope that those loves, whether young or adult, will not be inhuman. I don't want to be full of blood, and all I get is "loved".
Who wants you to "love"? I want to be together for a long time, not to say whether to stay or not.