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I often recall those memories of the past.

I always feel that the representative of each memory is made up of corresponding moments.

when I recall my friends, I think of the scene of skipping classes, climbing over the wall, going to Internet cafes, and ganging up.

recalling the third year of high school, I think of changing the picture of the countdown day of the college entrance examination on the blackboard every day.

when I recall my hometown, I am always filled with the steaming soup brought by some store.

as Kafka talks said: people do not live years, months, days, hours, but only a few moments.

the same is true when you put it into love. Love is never always the same thing.

it's not because you fall in love with someone that you continue to love someone for a long time. But in the following long days, one moment after another, let us fall in love with the same person again and again.

I got a variety of answers, but unlike the magnificent ones I intended, compared with rose food rituals and vows of love, the "heartbeat" and "love" in love often come from moments that people may not have noticed.

one.

you know, when watching this kind of movie, what is terrible is not the monster, but the waiting before the monster is coming, and the moment it suddenly appears, it always makes people break out in a cold sweat.

I thought I could not escape this time, and I would be completely scared to pee. As a result, he put his hands around my shoulder and secretly covered my eyes at the most appropriate time during the whole movie.

later I learned that he did not hesitate to be spoiled by spoilers, went to mine online ahead of time, and wrote down all the horrible clips.

when I got back, my best friend sent me a picture. She secretly took it. The light was so dim that I could only vaguely see my face and a pair of big hands covering my eyes.

she said that when she put her hands over my eyes, it seemed to be a romantic film in the cinema, gentle enough to make people melt.

I said I know.

two.

every date, you have to rent a car from the car stall at the school gate in advance, and then drive to the business district two or three kilometers away.

it's annoying to drive a little sheep. The wind on the road is very strong, and sand often blows into your eyes. If it is winter, as long as the skin is exposed somewhere in the air, it will be blown to the bone by the cold wind.

she didn't speak but silently wrapped her hand around me a little tighter.

"Actually," she put her head behind me. "it's not bad to drive a little sheep."

"what's good?"

"because," she smiled, "sitting sheep can hold you all the time."

I often wonder how nice it would be if smiles could be recorded.

three.

No matter how much you like it, there will be times of quarrel, the kind that quarrels very loudly.

also, forget what happened that time, but because we both have strong personalities, neither of us is willing to bow, and we have to prove that we are tough.

when I heard this, the fire came up again, pointing directly at the door and saying, "then go out and never come back. I don't want to stay with you."

"just go." Taking nothing with him, he went straight out the door and slammed the door.

after he left, I lay on the bed and began to shed tears as if I had been drained of all my strength. The hard breath disappeared. I cried and fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, I saw him sitting by the bed with a bouquet and said softly, "Sorry, I was wrong."

after hearing this, my tears fell again, and suddenly I was very aggrieved.

but I can never forget that moment because I also know how hard it is for him to be so strong and straight.

even though I broke up later, whenever I think of the relationship, I think of the bouquet and the way he bowed his head after saying he was sorry.

at that time, I wanted to take Polaroid to write it down, but it was a pity that there was no photo paper.

it's probably providence. I should gradually forget him.

four.

although we haven't been together for long, she always likes to go to the supermarket with me, saying that we pick up daily necessities together, and then carry things home in large and small bags.

I bought a lot of things, as usual, that day. I took a plastic bag in one hand and walked with her on the way home.

"shall I get you one?" She said suddenly.

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"No, it's not particularly heavy. I can do it." I replied.

she insisted, "just let me take one. It's all right." And reached out his hand.

I think it's a little baffling. I don't know why she is so needlessly strong. She turns her body sideways and asks her to stop making a scene.

I didn't know whether I should be angry or not. As a result, the empty hand was held by her little hand.

"what I like is not that you help me carry big bags and small bags to send me back, but the feeling that we hold hands and carry things together, understand?" She blinked and secretly scratched my hand with her little finger.

at this moment, I have melted ten thousand times.

on the way back, I saw a road mirror standing by the side of the road, which reflected the two of us, so I always wanted to stop at this moment.

five.

I have lived with her for two years.

in the beginning, life is not very decent, struggling on the line of subsistence for fresh graduates.

compared to the moment of heartbeat, I often see her in a shabby rental house, laughing regardless of her image while watching the play.

later, when I put on exquisite makeup, pick out good-looking clothes and go shopping with me, it made me feel a little unreal.

I don't know how long later, she came over, took my hand, and said, "Let's go."

"you didn't buy anything?" I asked.

"forget it, it doesn't look good, I won't buy it." She walked out of the store without looking back.

I glanced back and saw the smelly face of the shop assistant.

I often feel that these moments are pictures worth recording in life.

want to write down a love, not only where to play, which online celebrity restaurant to eat the picture recorded, more moving moments, hidden in every detail of life.

is not only the poetry in life but also the visual expression of poetry.