How much beauty comes from tiredness

Indeed, how much beauty is born of tiredness.

A river that has been flowing for thousands of years may cross oceans, climb mountains, and finally convert to a quiet deep pool in the forest. We may wish to fait out so amorous that it is too tired and wants to rest its feet in the depths of the forest. This rest will become a thousand years of beauty! You can think of it as a compassionate tear that flows on the side of God's cheek, and in the most secluded place of the earth, becomes a deepest bright eye, which few people see.

I heard that a friend who has been wandering for many years for love is going to get married in the near future, and I sent my blessing to him at the first time, wishing him that his wandering for many years has finally come to fruition. You know what he said to me? He said that after many years, he ran all the way, really tired, looking back, only to find that the woman who waited for his nearly 10 years is good! A "tired" word, I was amazed at such an expression, at that moment, found that "tired" also has such warmth and beauty.

It is said that the most comfortable place in the world, and at the same time the most relaxed place, is not elsewhere, but the arms of the mother and the shoulders of the lover. For a child who has been playing outside all day, the best place to relieve fatigue is the mother's embrace! For the mother, when the child is asleep in her arms, she is undoubtedly the happiest person in the world, and the sweetness is more than a thousand times better than harvesting a huge pumpkin from the vine. For a man who has been fighting for many years in love, the most perfect sense of belonging is the shoulder of his lover, which carries the fragrance of a woman's body, which can safely fall into a dream. And for that woman, listening to her man snore on her shoulder means more than spending dozens of nights crafting a love poem for her.

I have heard the most beautiful act in the world, that bridge, from a happy couple, all quiet night, the husband living in a foreign country, the wife at home sleepless, with a bashful call to her husband, said that night she had no medicine to save insomnia, the husband asked her, why use such scary words, the wife said, the only thing that can save her only one thing, That's you. When she was about to hang up the phone, the wife said to her husband with almost N "" in the world of sugar, I really hope you feel tired, so that you can come back as soon as possible.

I have been in a friend of the blog, saw him write such a beautiful blog, the title of the article is: Fallen leaves are tired butterflies. Leaves, butterflies, are how insignificant, even slightly sentimental words, however, by "tired" grafted together, negative and positive, such sentences, beautiful to amazing, and even suffocating.

Tired, is a kind of weak beauty, like a low down mimosa, so charming, so lovable! A heart that is never tired is sad, a person who does not know tired is terrible. Tired, is the catalyst of love and care, hear such a reminder, no one is not very emotional.

The ship over thousands of beaches, only the anchor knows its fatigue, so we see in the busy harbor, quietly cast the anchor of the giant ship is beautiful, even if not fully loaded, there is a full beauty. Traveling thousands of miles, only the family knows his fatigue, so we often see early standing on the platform, in front of the home of the parents are tightly embraced by their children the moment is touching, a table of food, even if there is no gourmet food, it is still the most emotional banquet.

Tiredness is a shriveled seed, love is the spring water enough to moisten the flesh of the seed. Tired, is a flag issued an invitation to the wind, see her invitation, the wind should trot all the way to come! That flag rolled into a brocade breeze, like a friend, the heart of the most understand the flag.

On a starry night when the crescent moon was in the sky, a daughter about three or four years old asked her mother why there were always fewer stars when the moon was at its roundest, but more when the moon was curved.

Do you know what the mother said to her daughter?

Mother said that the stars are tired of the moon, the moon is tired, it will be affected stars scattered in the arms of the sky, you don't see all the stars will blink? That's them resting...

What a beautiful explanation, maybe years later, the daughter will know that her mother was lying about that night, but does that hinder the beauty of that night? I'm afraid it will only increase the girl's childhood dream! Perhaps, because of such a poetic metaphor, but also let the girl become a fairy tale!