They say that after nine zero
When someone asks me, love is what?disorders I'll tell him, love is a flower of time. Then someone will come out: a little older, know what is love? I must have looked him in the eye and very sincere to tell him, I should know!
When I was nine zero when writing this article, I knew, I use all the time in doing something I love. They say that after nine zero do not understand love, do not know Thanksgiving, do not understand life, I really don't agree with this point, if we do not understand love, how will appear a batch of blood donation college students, let the white car donation is not empty, ignited the hope of love; if we do not know Thanksgiving, and how there will be old veterans of recruits for the law? If we do not know how to live, how will be the phrase "when I was a child, we cried and cried and laughed, grow up, we smiled and laughed and cried.".
Perhaps, in the eyes of many people, young people nowadays have no spirit flavour no longer have the masculine spirit, there is no longer in the morning vigor, but can not deny a point, the future is our world.
We love, we love the world, we love our family, we love that you be strangers to each other, because we are loving community. Love is you and me, you know.
In this world, treat each other gently, also it doesn't matter even blinded. That day, I and the friends go to the Dicos dining, often when people intensive, will meet some performers, or begging for the elderly. Just in time for the dinner, in Dicos's entrance, saw this scene, an old man with a small for a girl of seven or eight years old, kneeling on the paved mat, stood a rice cylinder,Even though they came and went so fast there are a few cents, the old man is low head, holding a piece of white paper, content the girl is about, parents, the elderly themselves to raise their granddaughter, blindness, and the older, for good people to help, when I saw the heart very uncomfortable, so the pocket change to her.
Perhaps in the heart of the city, which is a very normal thing, but this time, I don't have the feeling of being cheated, but because the little girl smile broadened the mood.
My friends and I sit at the window,Waxberry when the days have been black, once again, I saw them. People are hurrying to and fro., passing, the fast pace of stream of people, like the night of stars, no directional. When the scattered money, that moment into the rice and cylinder, the old man's eye is not dim, hurried to pick up into his pocket, at this moment, I am confused, the original light in the materialistic society really not what, That's it.
Well, I saw a little girl in the crowd, smile, that smile is so pure, so natural. At this moment, there is a warm current into the chest, it is a cup of Coffee more real, even though, we were blinded, and what about?
Sometimes, love is a moment, you can experience, depends on your heart of width, tolerate a little bit of love, deep, slowly to nurture a love of trees.
Maybe it will be very narrow,coconut only hold private feelings, in this small world, does not stop to turn ah ah, but one day, you'll find out, outside the sky is so blue, then, you will be a flower head, a grass bent, a group of people smile, the life is so simple, you just never found.
