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Love petals

A gardener friend told me that love is a bud of flower bud. When you peel off the first petal, you will feel a kind of wet clump covering your fingertips, it is filled with your heart, brewing over your heart, Misty your eyes, and the most beautiful state is like a dream. You can’t defeat your desire for fantasy, and finally peel off all the petals. When you peel them off, you will know that the petals are originally made of water, your green leaves only receive tears every day. A chef friend said to me, love is like onion. If you peel it off one by one, there will always be a flap that will make you cry. Onion spicy, but they still need to cook with heart. The oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are all used. When they are cooked, they are put into the plate and served on the table. They raised their eyebrows and were silent. They chewed slowly and chewed sweet. A female boss on a fruit stall handed me an orange and said to me, love is like this orange. If you chew it one by one, there will always be sour and sweet. I taste love while chewing this orange one day. It really feels like this. However, I summarized that the oranges I ate were always sour, sweet and less. I also thought about this love, which was sour, sweet and less. Love is really one piece and one piece. Two people hold these pieces of their own, and they face each other with a small heart and form a concentric circle. However, they gradually find that there are cracks in this concentric circle, and its taste seems to be sour, sweet, bitter and spicy. Why not all are sweet? Then throw it away! There are still some reluctant, gradually finding that not only can’t throw, but also the hands of the two people silently and carefully care, because there is also a flap or two petals that are sweet. 14.6.26 at jiuxiao Palace

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