When I pick up my pen to write something, a faint and indescribable feeling wells up at the tip of my pen and in the depths of my heart. Only then do I realize it's been a long time since I last wrote anything. Since starting work, I've only jotted down fragmented words in my diary, which my boyfriend jokingly refers to as "our love diary." Yes, that diary was written for him.
I remember during my school days, I once had a great fondness for Sanmao's writings. That slim woman, with her love, wandered through the desert, and in her eyes, she owned the entire world. I often dreamt of being like her, embracing a pure and clean love, living every day like "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern hedge, leisurely viewing the southern mountain." However, in the castle of reality, such naively beautiful dreams can only be a clear moonlight in one's heart.
But, I yearn for love, I yearn for a strong shoulder, a warm haven. My love is like a tram on tracks, coming in a certain direction, moving at a steady pace. Introduced by my aunt, he was initially quiet when we first met, but after chatting for a while, I found him to be genuine, and I was willing to give our relationship a try.
He doesn't know sweet talk or how to act opportunistically. After reading an article about love, I couldn't help but laugh quietly; he is a typical "love leftover," not a "love saint." But this person has a heart. When his hands were freezing cold from the cold wind, he insisted on putting his coat on me, and my heart felt warm. When he traveled a long distance to see me when I was sick and handed me a bowl of steaming hot ginger soup, my eyes were moist... I've become accustomed to having him by my side, just because of this stubborn warmth. And so, I chose him as the person I want to spend my life with. Love is not without reason, sometimes the reasons are simply straightforward.
Love, I don't need it to be grandiose or unconventional. I only wish that this man would use his heart to tell me: "Hold your hand, grow old with you." I only wish that as the sun sets and the autumn wind sways, our shadows will be long, yet we'll lean on each other; our hair may thin and our teeth may shake, but we'll smile at each other, with no regrets in this life. Related theme articles: Cups should be low, Remember turning on the machine and shouting, Have you ever owned any of these? "Also read, since the ape's claws left the ground..."