What is love to the depths is silent 5

There is no specific situation in this kind of thing, and it is never possible to say what is right, and that choice is to miss.

Maybe the authorities are fascinated, but I suggest that if you really meet it, it is actually a kind of happiness, and we can still enjoy the sweetness and pain of love when we are about 18-27 years younger. And it is a reckless enjoyment, then we still have to live in reality in the future.

It's good to have feelings, it means that you are very emotional, hehe.

Maybe you're lonely, or you have a desire to say what you think.

In fact, love is to give each other's giving, and the tacit understanding of each other when you need it most So don't regret it if you love It's divided, and you wish each other happiness, will you be unhappy? If it means that you love him, if it doesn't mean that you love yourself, cherish the present, maintain the good, and pay silently, true love is silent.

A lot of love is still regretted

Love is silent, my parents' attentive eyes and knowing smiles are full of their most sincere love for me.

On summer nights, there are always a few disturbing "bombers" swirling in the room, and they are tirelessly screaming in my ear, making me upset. "Mommy, Mommy, come and get rid of mosquitoes. I shouted angrily.

It's coming, it's coming. "Mom came running. When my mother's two thick palms made a crisp crashing sound, I knew that I would definitely have a good dream tonight.

On a winter morning, sleepy-eyed me lay under the covers, "Child, wake up, it's time to go to school." My mother put on my warm clothes, and I enjoyed the hearty breakfast ...... my motherDay after day, year after year, I grew up happily under my mother's "rightful-of-its-take" care. It wasn't until that summer night that it dawned on me.

It was another summer night, and I was woken up in my sleep by the sound of mosquitoes, and when I opened my eyes, the hands on the alarm clock at the bedside were facing 12 o'clock. There seems to be a figure shaking in front of me, oh, it's Mom! Mom was bent over, staring intently at the cunning mosquito, ready to attack.

I continued in the sleeping position I had just been, pretending to be asleep. Mom raised her hand and grabbed it in the air, only to see that she spread out her palm, which was empty. Mom cheered up again and listened softly in the room, trying to find any clues of mosquitoes.

There was a soft snap, and my mother turned back nervously and smiled at the sight of my sleeping appearance. Presumably, the mother is happy that she has eliminated mosquitoes and has not woken up her son! In the large room, my mother's figure was constantly shaking, and the slight clapping sound sounded so clear and piercing to me, as if a whip was whipping my heart.

I stared at my mother's back steadily, my nose suddenly soured, and my eyes were ......blurryAt this moment, I deeply realized the meaning of "love is silent".

Love is silent, love, not confined to form. In life, we happily enjoy silent and subtle love. Mother's love, nagging and kind, gives you warmth and warmth, just like the warm sun in winter.

And the father's love is never obvious, but it is so firm and persistent, just supporting you behind the scenes and giving you strength.