After a long time, I love my colleague. The Qingmei Zhima finally bloomed. The brother chased the teacher, and the cousin married the brother of the classmate. Most love stories are not romantic, they don't dare to romance, the road to seek love may be a madman. The online talk may be a liar. The dream is only suitable for delusion, strangers will never talk to him, so, love Objects can only be taken in place, what is rice, and what rice is cooked.
Is there any resource like love? In this fixed place, in this limited time, in these aged people, made a lifetime choice and have to pick it up at the same time. Just like buying a piece of clothes, you only have this store around you, you have to choose one, the so-called best for you, can only be "most" within this range. You like the blue, but here only supply black and white, so you have to have white, after all, it is more lovely than black. Of course you can bite your own principles, you must buy the best, but what is the best?
A girlfriend that hesitated in a word hammer once said, "I believe he will appear, but how long can I wait?" Statistics are optimistic, since there is unlimited world, there are unlimited people, as long as there is Perseverance, you will definitely meet the true half of your life. But how can you read a thousand people, walk through Wanshui, a short youthful youth you will defeat in your division? The most tight, time, just cooperated with time, not late; opportunity, a chance to make a chance, not slow. How old is the world, what many people are, what do we have? Little you, I, let a lifetime, that is, these personnel scenery, far more than dozens, over 100? This is the circle.
Smart people say that I love is the best, let yourself be satisfied with a tree as a forest, do not have to suffer, heart is very heartbeat, is the happiest way. Just, in the restrictions, do you mean abandonment, compromise, let you heart, adventure? The happy marriage, is known as the middle prize, but it is envious of the chance to get the best; the family of the same life, the people who are blindth, is it a resentment of her grass, it is still not confused; each other is the most distressed, if I know that you will appear, why should I have a rush?
The circle determines the love, your love and hate, from here, to the end, it is closed, fixed, fate, is there a regret, or content is true? I know that life is limited, limited love, limited life and death, who can go out of another circle?
