Love, right next to me

Love, right next to me

what is love

Where is the love?

What is love, what is it? How to interpret it?

I don't know, so I am looking for it. --Inscription

Residual blood

The stagnation of the sun is like blood, the breeze is accompanied by, the shadow of the shadows, the dead flowers and leaves. The afterglow of the setting sun hits the forest under the river, and is reflected to the distant side through the defeated leaves under the tree, reflecting the old couple who are slowly moving forward. ''Come on, come on, you can finish this! ''The ear is the words that the woman encourages, and the front is the figure that the grandfather is struggling. He lowered his head and slowly stepped into the air, finally falling behind in a long time. I paused for a long time and continued his progress. It was a inconvenient leg, a white-haired grandfather, that was his wife who believed in miracles and refused to give up. That was the hope they had jointly compiled. It was the afterglow of the sun that was praying for them. Love is only the support of the opposite and the conviction of the miracle, and the hope that will never be forgotten. Love, very simple, very dull. Night silence

Looking into the distance, in addition to the constant black, or black, the roads around, in addition to the constant static, still quiet, surrounded by, in addition to helpless, only fear.

Walking on the empty street, looking confused into the distance, or the endless darkness, I had no choice but to walk. When will I get home? How can I get home? Yes, I am lost, and even how to get here, I will forget everything. No way, the corner of the mouth had to pick up a bitter smile, and then I realized how helplessness is. ''叮叮——''The sharp car ringing echoed on the quiet road, a big brother who came home from school. He stopped at my side. "What's wrong, are you lost?" "Well--" I replied in a low voice. "Come up, I will send you back." I glanced at him, hesitated for a while, and got into the back seat of the car. Somehow, I dared to believe him, until I arrived at home, I thought about it. Love is actually mutual trust and help between people. Love, very ordinary, great.

Asahi Red

The sun at the foot of the horizon is not willing to bloom, and it seems to have the meaning of "especially half-faced face". Finally, the unparalleled glory of the king is blooming before the next second.

"One two one..." The riverside, facing the sunrise, ran forward, did not know how long it took to stop, slowly stopped, snoring, exhausted me, I took out the paper towel with me, Take a piece and rub it on your face. It would be nice if there was a bottle of water. I secretly thought of it myself. Ok? I looked up, a girl who was similar to my age. I looked at her, took the water from her hand, and drank it without a lady. "Thank you," two girls who like to run in the morning, because of a bottle of water, set up a bridge between the soul and love. The moment when Chaoyang first rose, it witnessed the most pure friendship. Love is a bridge between strangers. It is a pure and innocent friendship. It is a bottle of water when you are hungry on the road of life. Love, very simple, very pure.

Love is simple and ordinary.

Love is the mutual trust between us.

Love is the arm that you fall out of.

I think, I know what love, love, where.

I think, in fact, love is around us!

The second junior middle school of Daokou Town, Anyang County, Henan Province, the first day: Shang Xinfan