A woman's view of love

Suddenly found his love view is very rustic, can not help but laugh.

To me, to love someone is to "live" with him with full satisfaction. The sky and the sky are desolate, and we can't dream of expanding ourselves into space in all directions. We only hope that the embers of each other will fill our lifetime.

Guest years, return in the twilight, see someone in the street, but also ignore, but every see a pair of hand holding a fish from the vegetable field out, a heart can not help but pain up, a vegetable and a meal in the everlasting everlasting is so taste never say ah! Those who embrace may break up tonight, but in a wok there is love.

Love a person is just in the refrigerator for him to leave an apple, and wait for his return.

To love someone is to keep pouring hot water into his cup on a cold night.

To love a person is to enjoy cleaning up the mess on the table together, listening to the music of him washing dishes in the sink, and then secretly rewashing the places he did not clean afterwards.

If you love someone, you have the right to say:

"Don't wear that dress. It's awful. Wear this. I just bought it for you."

Love a person is serious to urge him to work, but can not help hiding behind him to pound a few small eggs.

Love a person is when you dial the phone suddenly do not know what to say, just know that the original just want to listen to the familiar voice, the original really want to dial, just a string in his heart.

Love a person is to hide his letter in a bag, a day out to see a few times, cry a few times, infatuates a few times.

To love a person is to think of one thousand bad possibilities when he returns late, to experience all kinds of disasters in the imagination, and swear to punish him when he comes back, but once you meet him and forget everything.

To love a person is to scold everyone: "Hate! Who is coughing!" But you said quickly:

"Oh, oh, he has a bad memory. I should have bought a bottle of Chuanbei cream to put in his knapsack!"

To love a person is to want to put a beautiful love like a squirrel in winter to hide nuts, one of the most secret and safe tree hole, and then want to tell the world the proud news of the next quarter.

Love a person is in his title, status, education, experience, good deeds, bad deeds, see the real he is just a child - good or bad children - so hurt him.

Also because, love a person is like to listen to his childhood story, like to hear him a few times survive, listen to him how naughty naughty, how good at playing marbles or playing "water Piao", love a person is unable to help him remember a lot of the past.

Love a person can not help but hope that they are more beautiful, hope to be remembered, hope that their appearance in the peak of the other side such as rosy light, never forget, even in the winter of the tree, there is a person as heavy as the pupil of history can witness your brilliance.

When you love someone, you never tire of asking or answering silly questions, such as: "Will you still love me when I'm old?" "Love." "I've lost all my teeth?" "I kiss your gums!"

Love a person can not help but be fascinated by the song white hair sing:

Dear, I am getting old

White hair shines like frost silver

Only you will always be my lover

Always beautiful and gentle...

Love a person is often a series of strange contradictions, you will according to him as a father, but pity him as a son; Respect him as a brother, and spoil him as a brother; I wanted to teach him and learn from him, yet I wanted to teach him and take him prisoner as my apprentice; Kiss him like a friend, and anger him like an enemy; He wished to be his queen, his only mistress, but was willing to be his servant girl and slave girl.

Loving someone makes you tacky. You keep thinking: Should you eat ox tongue for dinner or pig tongue? Should I buy cabbage or bok choy for vegetables? Should you buy a house with three plows or six plows? And at last, in this earthly world, you get to know all beings, you participate in the petty joys and sorrows of every man and woman since the beginning of time, and you discover that there is something in the world beyond the beautiful and the vulgar, just as the sun transcends the color palette.

Love a person is like and he has now, but also recall the past with him. Like to hear him say, that year he secretly like you, gazing at you from afar. To love a person is to take away his hickey, like a painting, with the appreciation of the ink.

Love a person is down to the heart, his small gambling book with him, to the big roulette of life to place a bet.

To love someone is to let that person's name be the last music between your lips on your deathbed.

To love a person is to have a common desire for possession. Want to know his friends, want to know his business, want to know his dreams. Hope to share a table, willing to use a pair of chopsticks, like to drink a cup of tea, wear a dress, and the same quilt pillow, go to a fate, sleep together in a tomb.

A couple of days ago, when I was cleaning my room, I found a handbag with the words "Maternity Clothing Center" written on it. I was stunned for a long time. Since I live in this house alone, this handbag is certainly mine. So unwilling to sit down to think, think for a long time, finally want to come out. I had gone the other day to buy a cloak-like drab rag, which I had carried in this green bag, and I had indeed broken into the maternity shop to buy some clothes. I was drawn into the store by the joy of reproduction in a beautiful, sunken landscape, when I thought of the way it all seemed to be dressed in maternity clothes. So it turned out that the loose, comfortable cape-shaped tatters I had bought were really for pregnant women.

Is there any psychoanalysis to this? Did I remember the intense bitterness and joy of pregnancy and buy another dress like that? Many years ago, when you were alone on a winter night, the cold and warmth of your baby under the lamp would come back to your heart. How you wished your life would be drained for your baby when he was sucking!

For me, if I love someone, I want to have a litter of children with them.

Of course, there are people in this world who cannot bear children, so let their children be the students they have nurtured together, the businesses they have undertaken together, the nieces and nephews they have loved together, the songs they have composed together, the books of life they have written together.

Perhaps there is more to be said, as at the moment, the meaning of love to me is to stay by a lamp all night, listen to the boom ebb tide and then rise again, see the light of the lavender sky is getting brighter and brighter, gaze at the long window of water waves that two people have gazed at together, in the contradiction of desolation and joy, in the content of gratitude and thirst in the insufficient to appreciate the rhythm of a river, And write an article called "View of Love".