Third kinds of love
There are three kinds of love in this world.
The first kind is imposing. Full of twists and hardships, ecstasy, fanatical love pouring a handful of jealousy can poison, burning the heart. Emily Bronte, Luo Dan and Qiong Yao, most of the poets are the fans of love.
The second is each improves by association with the other type. Langcainvmao, or Each takes what he needs. Most of the fairy tales are about this kind of love, such as Cinderella, such as the seven fairy, such as Diana and Charles, such as Nicholas Tse and Cecilia Cheung. Tie the knot later, Prince and princess had on the happy life undoubtedly is loved by the masses, but the reality of the fairy tale is often cruel.
The monopoly of the first kind of love novels and literary works, the second kind of love a monopoly on magazines and TV series, and the third kind of love, often are two kinds of love discourse power to suppress the voice. I think, the third kind of love, may is wanggui and Anna, seems not so compatible, nor handsome boys and pretty girls, neither inspirational ingredients, there is no pleasing to the eye, but why can live a lifetime.
In the cinema, on campus, in the street, in CHAMATE, in the streets and lanes, with millions of couples. I have really don’t understand, these people have no money and not the United States if you talk about love, what the talks! They are together to determine is because of love and not lonely? The girl perfume tacky, eyelash brush very rough that the gum is dizzy dyed black, but the nostrils beside her big man but still so full of love looking at her. So it should still love it, * *……
Can’t blame people for snobbish, the third kind of love is too mundane, really hard as a textbook, the girl advocacy of a cherished the illusion “food basket provided the woman is happy”, the effect might as well to the tiger promoting vegetarianism. So our love view is dominated by the first two. I especially, for a long period of time, my view of love is such: condition, best Zhulianbihe, you have the money to my appearance; but to talk about feelings of it, will you Lennon Lennon I, earth shattering, not contaminated with a secular impurity. Remember my friends love story picky and clinking, I said “no contact you that he actually didn’t love you so”, I said “take you to eat cheap, material self of man is simply incredible, I said,” he since don’t you when only, let him round roll away good? “…… I need love is flawless, if not, I prefer to play dota.
So in the University, in the age of love, I really hit the 4 years DOTA.
And then one day I want to understand. Of course, it is not my pat the head to understand, but I have seen the some of the stories, heard the talk about some, experienced some sort of understanding, unconsciously understand. A true feeling of affection if precipitation, can become a long, not only solid and reliable, its color and thickness can be better than any of the story. Love is not a beautiful patent, nor tall, rich and handsome white Formica patent, more is not only the fairy and the prince of the patent. Any ordinary person, as long as you can give the soul to spare capacity cultivation, to give real conditions of the soil, with wisdom and sincere watering, this plant is called love of small plants can bloom and flourish.
But I understand.
I know there’s another name for love. Life is not just an adventure in the mountains look forward to a gorgeous encounter; is a farming, Chunhua Qiushi, a stable and slow growth.
I know that love has another name that is called a choice. Is like a child to go to the beach picking up shells and the significance of this game is not than who pick up pick up beautifully, but that you find yourself like that, careful used properly placed, never again to go to the beach.
I know love has another name called don’t compare. The fox did not eat grapes, grapes, this is certainly deceive oneself and others. But love is to have the self deception of the attitude, you have to eat pineapple, also think of grape sweet, this is the mentality of the problem. People have to understand that all happiness is relative.
I know that love has another name called responsibility. As you adopt a small dog, although compared with the other puppies and your little dog not precious, not beautiful, defecate indiscriminately, but you still want to every day slipped it, give it to eat delicious, to cure it, again is not willing to let it go wandering.
Now I still can be the first two kinds of love, but the story is others, you are my. My love is buried in the ideal seed, but rooted in reality. Now I know how to refuse to give. My feet are on the ground, but the dream is brighter. I started to do something that had not previously thought, but it did. I chose not to have a dream, but the same way.