How much love can we pass by?

How much love can we pass by (Alberta Times) If love really just passes by, are you willing to stop for a moment for me? Maybe there is a kind of love...

(Alberta Times)

If love really just passes by, are you willing to stay for a moment for me? Maybe there is a kind of love that you know you love deeply, but you don’t dare to stay together. Maybe there is a kind of love that you know is torment, but you never get tired of it. If this is really the case, are you willing to let love pass you by like this? I have always liked the words Bing Xin gave to Ge Luo: Love is on the left, love is on the right. Yes, the left side is closest to the heart, so we need to love with all our heart. When no one wants to lose even a little bit of love on the left side and a little bit of affection on the right side, we may have missed it accidentally! How much love can come back, and how much love can pass by? How many thousands of years of love have been left behind by the covered bridge’s legacy? Who says butterflies cannot fly across the sea? Who said a game is a dream, who said longing has no end? I have always liked the words Bing Xin gave to Ge Luo: Love is on the left, love is on the right. Yes, the left side is closest to the heart, so we need to love with all our heart. When no one wants to lose even a little bit of love on the left side and a little bit of affection on the right side, we may have missed it accidentally! How much love can come back, and how much love can pass by? How many thousands of years of love have been left behind by the covered bridge’s legacy? Who says butterflies cannot fly across the sea? Who said a game is a dream, who said longing has no end? If love just passes by, like a plane flying across the blue sky, the result is just that it disappears from the sky. The moment I held hands, I thought I was holding on tightly for eternity, and I thought I was holding on to eternal happiness! The moment we rubbed shoulders, I thought we were embracing each other's warmth, and we were embracing each other's happiness! We once met each other on Chinese Valentine's Day every year, and asked the breeze to bring you your blessings. We once vowed to wander with you and wander the world together. When you turn around, there is just a falling maple leaf behind you, rising in the wind. Perhaps, my pale words cannot express my endless emotions and concerns for you! Yes, there are many precious and beautiful moments in life, which are always treasured in the warmest place in our hearts! There are also many beautiful encounters and reluctant partings in life! Walking on that familiar path that you have walked countless times before, the scenery is still as prosperous as yesterday. Buddha said: Looking back 500 times in the past life is the only way to pass it by in this life. I wonder how many times we passed each other in the previous life before we got to know each other? Maybe thousands of times! However, there is a kind of emotion that is unforgettable, painful, and fresh in the memory, but we can only look at each other in silence! But I can only pass it by with regret! The past misses, the past beauty, even if they are reduced to nothing, even if they are quietly left in the wind and rain, maybe they have passed by, passed by, or missed, it is a life experience and a wealth of life! Wandering alone in the romantic words, letting the cool breeze blow, love is like a thousand dreams? Or is it like a dream? Quietly experiencing the joy of flying on my fingertips, I have clearly felt that it contains the breath of love, the fragrance of love, the romance of love, and the reluctance of love! What kind of feelings are touching you and me? What kind of passing by is playing a beautiful melody? What kind of unforgettable love is tugging at your heart? Love may come and go like the wind! That attachment, that persistence, that lovesickness, that touch! We are still entangled together and accompany you through every day of joy and sorrow. In fact, there is really too much waiting and waiting in life, as well as too much helplessness and contemplation! Learn to enjoy the beauty of loneliness quietly by yourself. Slowly read the memories each season gives you. Between the brows, there was a hint of smile, and the corners of the mouth were brightly raised! As time goes by, I gently look up at the sky, trying to find the touch and smile that I once lost. The pictures from yesterday and today are still so clear! Still remember it like that! Turn around, how much love can we pass by?