's love time of pure love times

's love time of pure love times





I think, recollect desperately, understand oneself gone through the stage without so-called pure love finally hard. It is the memory that has gone wrong, or does not have a memorable pure love past event in my life at all times, I do not know. I do not only really know and realize oneself within the range of fair maiden of the pure love, it is a thing before a lot of years. Ask the readers to notice, the pure love said here, it is the pure love in the pure meaning, do not include the derogatory sense at all. Neither include the derogatory sense, this has ever made me envy the pure love of making me yearn for but seem to always never have, become one neither large nor small regret of me more or less already, worth when not letting ash of me go to the intersection of sea and the intersection of great rivers and lakes and loud the intersection of Shandong University and plain, mention more or less in recollecting my dull life.
My understanding of pure love can be regarded as the straight and simple and unadorned one: Simple, lovely, passionate but collapse at the first blow; Smile and like shedding tears too in love, it is extremely extremely sad to like, sensitive and affectionate. Strange, attempt, annotate pure love on the these word with one's own language as me, I found suddenly that was still having a lot of things which belonged to the pure love oneself! This is a very strange discovery, this discovery makes me much to pure love and thinks deeply at one fen. Why the persons of such pieces of essential pure love of mine but what past event of pure love is found in one's own memory?
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Quarrel parents as a child each time, let always, because I work as by referee coming, can't " let child not decided which side is right, someone is wrong to anyone. " Whose fault nobody is right, it knows. The reason to quarrel, the spirit knows. I neither will decide which side is right, nor know how to decide which side is right, how do I that thing all over the world is small solve just a few out? But I am still pushed to and mediates the throne of the disputes of parents muddleheadedly each time, and bloom of life studying sits to on the throne once sitting and leaves home. On that throne, I can not always find one's own one, and my own emotion has been just so flooded by the thing more important than oneself unconsciously. Other child, wail, laugh with great rejoicing great sorrow, but I learn, adjust one's own emotion, reach give others minimum stage on influence seriously already. I seem to cry too, but cry stealthily, does not allow no one to hear even cry silently seeing. I seem smile too, but that to have whom control have a sense of propriety attempt, leave to laugh at any impression on no one forever. It will not spend one's own and only childhood when has gone for ever and boyhood I making a noise. Having left home, has left the referee's throne, but I do not know how to express oneself naturally. The girls of four years are a literature fan in the school and I and seat, she can often write some nothing more than in my view look at one's reflection and admire oneself, little mannerist poem. The intersection of she and love vigorously, and change the boyfriend again and again. Change once, she will ache, want, wail several, write down sad sad little the intersection of poem and several will of thinking secretly by Radix Rehmanniae. I had already changed from the referee's throne to the audience's seat at that time. The platform is the large gong bass drum in full swing, under the platform is I that I who am calm stay outside degree. Until I love get married, bear children until people people's wife in mother too even one day, that of mine is original I have come to light from cover to cover gradually. But I at that time am in the sear and yellow, having generation gap that can't be made between pure love young boys and girls at stage up to follow.
This is a very strange phenomenon, that there is essence of pure love but pure love of full play without pure love is fine reveals the memory of the pure love. This can't be said not to be a regret, the regret of the human nature. Imagine if I of that year have ever indulged one's own emotion without thinking, do some very inmature but very natural things, how good it will be. And the intersection of life and pure natural age have pure natural natural instincts, what a copy of old happiness this is, what beautiful wealth. But I do not have this happiness, there is not this wealth. Regret? Yes. Who does it criticize? No. Let who responsible for for all these? It is unnecessary. But I am destined to walk in another side of the generation gap. Walk forward, I continue experiencing ripely and reaping, happy or unfortunate. Turn round once in a while, it is also hasty with what has been gone into seriously. Until in some day of some month of some year, read one or two little tender poems in busy with the unordered WWW confusinglying, at the time of several innocent and excited and irrelevant debates, I will suddenly realize that generation gap that can't be gone beyond, and pure love produce sighing with deep feeling such and such to pure love.


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