The Curious Case of Benjamin Button--Will you still love me when I have acne tomorrow

Occasionally suddenly want to meet, just on a whim, so dislike whether they are not suitable for the age of naive. Occasionally, I scold my colleagues for the imperfection of the assembly line, so afterwards I complain whether I am still not calm and introverted enough. Once in a while, I miss my stop, get on the wrong bus, and make unnecessary bumps and twists when I go around the road. So I become angry that my low intelligence is far from being able to avoid making the same mistake twice.

Yes, quite naive. Compared with the person you want to be, the reality is far from perfect, waiting to be crossed.

I think my mother has a famous saying: don't think that you can be so big when you are born.

If you can have cataract, arthritis, lack of calcium and love when you are born, is it already so big? My mother's "big" has nothing to do with the cup or the thickness. It's just that the means of dealing with the world and the moral rules that must be followed are groveling to the hidden laws that exist in the world. For example, life. faith. Feelings. Oh, mother, I've forced you.

All right, turn around.

With the ten-year-old young mind, we can explore the desire for curiosity, but without the ten-year-old hardware, we can explore the impulse. White bathtub carefully stretch precipitation fat surface of the knee is a kind of achievement compared to climbing trees and honeycombs.

People live should be astringent to skilled, used to joys and sorrows, used to ups and downs, and then because nothing in the world can be proficient and slowly die. Death is a long-term state, rest and peace. It's called childlike innocence to take risks with the appearance of old age, and it's called prematurity to live peacefully with the pink skin. Life is not long. There are more stories and more people every day. The longer, the deeper. A look, a bow, look sad. Before I couldn't understand why Young Werther had to worry about making new words. Fortunately, there was no Benjamin Button in the world.

He grew up old, she grew up young. At the right time. Ben came back after World War II and Daisy bent forward to offer his lip. He said he couldn't. He's too old and she's too pink. Women are arrogant and desperate in the perfect period when they think they are young. Feelings are as casual as charity.

A long and heavy relationship should have setbacks as the premise, as the capital to help each other. Cherish and tolerate each other and respect each other.

When wrinkles climb the epithelium, when acne stick to the face, whether you still love me. In this lazy digital age, we are all used to choose the ready-made ones, quickly achieve the end of a lonely time, and then quickly rush to the waiting and fantasy for the perfect partner.

Love is something that changes state with time. Don't repeat festering soap opera lines. You're not what you used to be. In fact, who can always be the same. Know how to love, in addition to tolerance and pay, but also need to be prepared to meet the person you gradually do not know, or aging face, or personality variation.

Everlasting longing for each other is the only way to grow up. It's a cold joke to destroy time with love. It can only be filled with life, flowing time and bottomless sea. Many years later, some people remember that once upon a time, there was a pile of broken sand and stones near the sea. There was a Benjamin and a daisy who had been here. It was already amazing.

There is no eternity But time. And, in the end, you always have to let go, whether you are angry, sad or unwilling, you always have to let go. Don't go against time and life. Life is not long, and time is as close to infinity as a hummingbird.

My mother said, you are not born to be so big. You have to experience, and when it's time to grow up, you will find that you have gone so long.

To be or not to be, it's just like how acne appears and disappears. It's wonderful.