As she spoke, tears rolled around her eyes, and her face was written with annoyance, and the wind was blowing wildly at them. He came forward to wipe away her tears, held her hand in one hand and put his arm around her shoulder in the other, and turned and walked home.
The wind blew her away from the jar in her hand and rang, playing a harmonious and beautiful melody in the wind. She hugged him, too, and found that he became thinner, and tears could not help but fall. She hugged him tighter. Seen from a distance, they became an inseparable whole.
A few days later, he found himself much better and begged her to let him go out to work together. After several entreaties, she was still stubborn, but she finally nodded, because she felt that the weather was fine and it was time to go out for a walk.
He decided to behave well in front of her to prove that he was much better. He is like a bird just out of the nest, walking and running happily, always grabbing the rags in front of her. A feeling of being spoiled appeared on her face. She smiled, and so did he.
At noon, she bought a bowl of stuffed skin and found a cool place to sit down with him. After a few bites, she stopped and said, "I have a bad stomach these days." I can't eat so much. Eat it! " "He also stopped and said," I ate too much this morning, but I haven't digested it yet. I can't eat so much. Eat! " "They push to take off, finally smiled. He fed her and she bit him. Finally, a bowl of stuffed skin was eaten up happily. Passers-by have no idea about their laughter, but they cast inexplicable eyes, but that laughter runs through their words and deeds.
They went on working, and the sun penetrated the road in front of them.
Words and deeds are always related to feelings. Those years, the years of late autumn, in that brilliant season, echoed with me and you over and over again, rippling with our laughter.
In order to welcome the arrival of late autumn, the leaves on campus have already been covered with leaves from Huang Cancan. The wind at that time, mixed with the anger of winter, penetrated the distant friendship between the two.
At that time, we vowed to enter the same junior high school and continue our friendship. However, people are not as good as heaven. In the same school, we are different from each other in the same class We are separated from each other and become people in two different worlds.
Standing in the chilly autumn wind, I looked for you blindly, and you promised me that you would come. Time goes by, but you are still alive and kicking. Is something wrong? I hope not. At this time, a black coat surrounded my originally cold body. "Wait for a long time? I see you ran home to get your clothes with only two clothes on. " She smiled quietly, wrapped her gloved hand around my hand, reached out and carefully arranged my hair that was blown by the wind, and all the hair became obedient under her hands. I stared at her silently, saying nothing, and her warm body temperature in my hand slowly melted the glacier in my heart. Your smile, still warm, still brings happiness to others. I am holding your hand slightly, running in this bustling city, breaking through all obstacles and rushing to the road ahead, releasing my worries and anxieties all the time, laughing unscrupulously, ignoring the consternation and strange eyes of passers-by. I can't remember what happened afterwards, except that your house is the third street behind us, that's all.
Now, the thick autumn on campus has not passed. The only thing I remember is the touching late autumn, which is my favorite season, with my nostalgia and memories.
Remember, in those years, your smile, your words and deeds.
Words and deeds are always related to feelings. Maybe we don't understand how precious family ties are. Maybe we will take everything our parents do for granted. Perhaps only when we are sad and depressed because of setbacks can we truly understand our parents' good intentions and feel their selfless love.
It's an evening in early autumn. The sun has just set, and the summer heat has not disappeared. I walked alone on the road, aimlessly. The bright red numbers on the test paper are clearly engraved in my mind and cannot be forgotten. I walk like a robot, step by step up the steps. Opening the door, my mother greeted me. She smiled and said, "Son, you are back. Are you tired? Give the bag to mom quickly. Mom has cooked a lot of dishes that you love. Come and try them. " At some point, he handed me a glass of cold water. I ignored my mother, just walked slowly into my room, closed the door, put away my schoolbag, lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. Mother gently opened the door and sat by my bed: "What's wrong with my son today, unhappy? Go ahead, mom may be able to help you. " My mother comforted me, and her comforting words sounded like mosquitoes buzzing in my ears. The more I listen to it, the more bored I get. Finally, I yelled at my mother, "I'm so bored, stop it!" " "Mom listened to, coldly shook his head and went out.
I lay in bed and thought about it. I think something is wrong. I slowly opened the door and leaned out of the probe, but I didn't see my mother. I closed the door and lay in bed again. It was dark, it was half past eight, and my stomach began to sing empty words. My mother pushed the door open and I turned my head to the other side. Mother said earnestly, "Son, although I don't know what happened to you today, I just hope you are all well and happy." Say that finish, mother silently went out. I turned my head with tears in my eyes and saw a bowl of rice like a hill with my favorite food on it. Tears can't stop pouring out.
I finally understand that in our life, parents' words and deeds are always for us, for our goodness and goodness. This is really: everything you say and do is always for love, and what you care about is all kinds of feelings!
Your words and deeds are always related to your feelings. I will never forget your words and deeds in the more than one year since we were apart. We have been inseparable for six years, and every smile of yours is like a drizzle on the lake, arousing ripples in my heart. Every time you help me, it moistens my heart like a spring rain. I can't forget you. I can't forget your thin figure.
Six years of primary school, we walked together, in the same grade, in the same class, in the same group and at the same table. This is our destiny. Do you remember that time? This is something I will never forget.
I have a high fever. I haven't been here for a week. The teacher seems to have forgotten me. As usual, I give lectures. Time flies. A week later, I missed many classes. "What should I do?" Midterm exam next week! "I'm worried." Don't be afraid, I'll make it up for you! "A clear voice came into my ears, and I turned my head. It is you.
You smile sweetly, and two shallow puddles add to the charm of your smile. A pair of big eyes, watery and sparkling, give off warm eyes around me. "hmm." I nodded my head.
Every night you walk with me to my house until late at night, and then you go home alone. Your petite figure is particularly petite in the night. You always turn around and say to me, "Go home, I am not afraid of the dark alone!" " "Then he flew away. See your petite figure bit by bit every time, and don't go home until you are completely swallowed up by the night. I'm leaving, why not? Tears flow down like beads that have fallen off the line. One accidentally flowed into his mouth, and it turned out to be sweet.
It's been more than a year. I don't know if you can remember it. Can you remember my good sister: Can you miss me? I just want to tell you that you have left a deep imprint on my heart, which I will never forget.
Everything you say and do is for love. ...
Words and deeds are always warm, projecting a quiet room; Gently open the curtains and get into the wind in the room, with a touch of spring rolls. It is spring again.
The so-called spring rolls, commonly known as pancakes, ushered in spring when eaten. As the saying goes: Spring comes to earth. Continuous thoughts, with the arrival of spring, float like smoke to the light and fragrant noon of spring rolls.
After listening, speaking, reading and writing all morning, I finally finished 18 kinds of homework. As soon as I opened the door, the thick fragrance of spring rolls penetrated into my insides and made me feel hungry. As soon as the spring rolls came on stage, hundreds of millions of nerve endings on the tip of the tongue began to stimulate the brain and could not stop. Only eating and drinking can solve the problem.
After the charming encounter between lips and teeth and spring rolls, I pulled myself out of the spring rolls. Look at your face, it's shiny. I was just about to wipe it with paper, but I saw my mother pick up a spoon and peel the spring rolls carefully. The sun shone on her forehead, and the water droplets were mixed with sweat, which looked like porcelain in the sand and stood out. There are two or three white hairs in the hair, which are small in number but abrupt. I didn't realize. I don't know when my mother lost her youth Her aging face is a sign of her defeat in the battle of time.
My heart twisted, tears rolled out of my eyes and instantly fell to the ground. In the dim light, I saw a plate of spring rolls, white as jade, appearing in front of my eyes. I looked up and saw my mother's face. She smiled and said, eat, mom made it herself. It's too hot.
The tip of my tongue is numb, and I continue to taste it steaming: the skin is tender and the meat is tender, the cabbage is crisp and sweet, the radish is crisp and fragrant, and the pork belly melts in the mouth.
This taste is full of concern and has a long aftertaste!
This smell, with maternal love, haunts the soul!
This smell, with affection, will never go away!
Words and deeds are always related to love, and time flies. Looking back, there are always a group of people who are clearly engraved on Shi Shuo and can't get rid of it. Their words and deeds, gestures, are so deep into the most hidden corner of my heart. No matter how windy and rainy the outside world is, they still convey warm feelings and keep me motivated to move forward.
Listen to the sound of friendship and idle flowers
Although the gossip is small, we must listen to it.
A series of disappointments brought me to the brink of collapse. I hid myself in the vines all over the sky, trying to stay away from the noise of this world forever. A white dress came slowly, and it was quiet all around, except for a slight sigh. She sat down and squeezed my finger, and the warm current immediately dispelled the chill on me. For a long time, a beautiful voice came to my ears: "Life is always unsatisfactory, how can we be easily defeated by them?" We still have a long way to go in the future. We might as well face it positively, even if it hurts, we will be happy. "There are ripples in my heart, which are lifted by gentle idle flowers.
I think it is with this heartfelt words that I have the support of friendship and keep moving forward.
Qin Guanqing Xiaoyujing
Although the rain in Mao Mao is light, it must be visible.
A series of complicated math problems finally exhausted my patience. I threw down my pen and ran into the bedroom, crying and shouting, completely ignoring the surprise that flashed in my mother's eyes. I fell asleep in bed and woke up very late, but there was a small voice outside. "This question should be related to this line ... tears quietly slide across my face. In the twilight, I seem to see my parents doing problems at their desks, tenderizing their temples from time to time, but there is already cold coffee next to them. The fire in my heart went out and was covered by gentle drizzle.
I think it is this effort that has given me the support of my family and kept moving forward.
Idle flowers and drizzle, in every word and deed, convey my deep affection, which I cherish in my heart and move forward forever.
In my life, there is a person who has been silently supporting and caring for me. Although that love is not as warm as maternal love, it moistens my heart like spring rain.
He is an ordinary father. Although he is not a farmer, he has been working quietly in his post. My father usually talks very little and is very strict with me. My homework is checked every day. But I know it is my responsibility.
"It's cold, put on more clothes!" "I bought you food this morning." "There is milk in the refrigerator." "Can you do your homework?" Such words rang in my ears more than once, and I gradually understood the father's love.
One night, while I was doing my homework, I heard my parents arguing about something in the room. This seems to be a problem with the house. I vaguely heard the following sentence: "What are you afraid of? The big deal is that I sold the house for her to go to school. " My heart is shaking. That's my father's voice. I stopped my homework and walked to the door of my parents' room. At this moment, my father came out. His big sad eyes were bloodshot, but his expression was still so firm. I first found the shiny silver hair on my father's head. Dad is out, and I can't help crying. I really can't believe what I just heard came from my father, who is usually cold.
In the evening, my father came to my room. When the light went out, he crept away, but I cried again. How I want to say to him, "Dad, I'm sorry." I once blamed my father for a little thing, and even when he scolded me, I had the idea of getting back at him. But now that I think about it, how stupid my idea is!
My father loves me like a mountain, and I will cherish this affection.
Words and deeds are always related to feelings. Sitting in a quiet study, looking at the word "gratitude", your face flashed before my eyes without reservation.
Someone once asked me, "Are you happy?" I'm at a loss. Happiness?
I stood there obstinately, and your whip fell off-"pa" I clearly felt the heat coming from my calf, first it stung and then it started to burn, so I couldn't help biting my lower lip-"pa" My tears fell and splashed on the floor to render a little wet color, and the pain on my leg became more obvious, as if it were swollen-"I'll make you stubborn again!" Your face is red, and the meatballs on your cheeks are tight and fall off again. ...
Sitting in a chair, I slowly opened my trouser legs, and the bright red marks on my calves were exposed in the sun. They expand rapidly and jump red-the "squeak" door is pushed open, you casually fiddle with the hair in your ear, take out a bottle of ointment from behind and say lightly, "Wipe it yourself." My heart suddenly churned, and a sour feeling came to my nose: "I don't need it!" " "As soon as you relaxed, your face tightened again:" Are you still reasonable? Don't worry! "I'm a little angry, not too much, so you hurry up to me, squat down and lift my foot:" Don't scream if it hurts. "The ointment seeped into the skin and was touched by your fingertips, which made me feel a little cold and cooled down until my complaint was washed away.
Looking at the pen-and-ink painting in front of my desk, I couldn't help feeling a little and buried my head and quickly wrote a few words. Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock Go to bed quickly, don't stay up late. "With a little blame, but it makes me feel a little spoiled. I smiled: "OK, OK, I'll go to bed later." You cast a skeptical glance and closed the door. Dear mom, do you know that I am writing for you now?
The fish said to the water, you can't see my tears because I am in your arms. The water said to the fish, I can feel your tears because you are in my heart.
Is happiness like this?
Words and deeds are always related to feelings. The sunshine passes through the square yard and pours on the concrete floor, which is as warm as my great-grandmother's rough and chapped hands and gently rubs my face.
That autumn, we came to this small village built on the mountain. My great-grandmother is squinting in the sun in the yard. Because of the dialect barrier, I can only hide under the eaves to spy on her face.
The appearance of my great-grandmother has completely disappeared from my childhood memory. I carefully looked at the kind old man-a few gaunt green hairs were drilled under the navy felt hat, with corrugated wrinkles and age spots on his cheeks, and his withered hands were covered with a layer of skin on his fragile bones. Ninety years old, dying! Just then, she glanced at me and I looked at her. There is irresistible love in her eyes, and her mouth slightly rises, which is the heart-to-heart feeling between grandparents and grandchildren. She trembled and struggled to stand up, and her curled fingers struggled to grasp the armrest of the chair, as if she had exhausted all her strength.
I rushed over, quickly held her, helped her back to her seat and sat quietly at her feet. A smile appeared in the corner of her eye, took my hand and nodded.
Her lips suddenly moved, and a string of words like moss floated out. I really don't understand what she is saying, but I just nodded desperately at a loss. How I wish I could understand the old man's words at this moment, even a word! She seemed a little disappointed, but slowly reached out and gently rubbed my face. In an instant, the warmth like sunshine filled my whole body. We didn't talk again, but we both understood each other. In the dark, it is the tacit understanding of love that makes us understand each other.
The sunshine in winter is always short-lived, and the warmth on my body gradually fades away. I stood in the middle of a desolate yard. In the funeral procession, I wore a blue scarf-my great-grandmother left. The visit in autumn turned out to be a farewell.
I didn't cry, because I knew that my great-grandmother was watching from the sky, and she must expect us all to live safely and happily. Everything I say and do is always related to my feelings. This love may really accompany me all my life.
Words and deeds always pay attention to the line of missing10; Affectionate words; Pay the line, bring your smile and ring the bell of love; A world that shocks the soul; Light up the lights on the road. Love is still silent.
be talkative/garrulous/loquacious/gossipy
In the morning, your love is invisible. "Get up! Didn't you recite English words? " "Recite the Chinese text for me!" "Eat quickly and listen to the tape carefully!" No sooner had I climbed out of the hazy world than I was bombarded. "Know-know-know! Are you bored? " "if you suffer, you will become a master ... in short, you must act quickly!" Your habit turns into helplessness and hides in my heart. "You said it n times ..." "Recite it!" "You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat and thin. " Your nagging always moistens my heart after helplessness.
Profile (of a person)
In the morning, your love is gone. Your hurried back always appears in my hazy eyes. I leaned against the door, my eyes seemed to be opening and closing, and my mouth murmured something I couldn't hear clearly. Only you look energetic. Fold the quilt, fold the quilt, fold the quilt, fold the quilt, and wrap the quilt with infinite love for me. There is still a trace of warmth in the air. "Boom!" My quilt leans tightly against the heater, occupying the whole space. And your quilt is just curled up in a corner, but you are willing. I fully enjoy the warmth and fragrance of love.
stare
In the morning, your love is silent. Your affectionate eyes always reflect my hazy heart. You are creating, I am outside the window, melting time gradually. Sigh, you just look at me and put love into this moment. I am tired of learning and strip you of your suffering; Dry your tears; Broke your heart. Rolling love permeates you and me. You are eager to pull an almost insurmountable generation gap and erase your bad figure in my heart, but you don't know that we have stepped on the same footprint and set foot on the opposite mark.
In your stirring figure, your words and deeds have already touched the fireworks of love, and your concern for me has turned into fuel, igniting your persistent, warm and endless affection, quietly lingering around me.
Your words and deeds are always related to your feelings. 1 1 mom, the storm in the sky is coming, and the bird is hiding in its nest: the storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms.
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Motherly love is like a summer breeze, giving people a hint of coolness; Motherly love is like the warm sun in winter, giving people a kind of warmth; Motherly love's words and deeds are always related to feelings.
In a word: I believe you.
Last week, there was something wrong with my super brain: I didn't finish my English homework. The teacher said to write exactly the same words, but I remember writing only the words on the second page. When I had my first English class, I was still all smiles. I was dumbfounded when the teacher asked me to take out the questions to test the words. The teacher is testing all the same words. As a result, I was left to write after school at noon, and time passed like this. 1 1: 50, the teacher finally came back, and I didn't go home until I finished the exam. When I got home, my mother had set the meal. I waited for my mother's stormy voice, but it didn't come. What greeted me was a peaceful sentence: "I believe you." Mother's expression is kind. I believe you, which made me forget my shame and excuses. Mom, you know what? Your trust made me determined to remember my homework and finish it. Sure enough, I haven't missed it again until now. Mom's words gave me trust.
In a word: gentle touch
As soon as the monthly exam results came out, I was extremely frustrated, and the falling ranking made me speechless and fell into a trough. When I got home, I was depressed and said nothing. My mother saw what was on my mind. When I was sitting in the chair, she came to me, held out her warm big hand and gently stroked my forehead. That kind of touch, gentle, like spring breeze; That kind of touch is warm, like the winter sunshine. I am no longer sad, stand up and say to my mother, "Next time, I will do well in the exam." Since then, my efforts have been as persistent and intense as my mother's touch. Sure enough, I made progress, and my mother and her party gave me encouragement.
Mother said a word, give me trust; Mother and her party encouraged me. Everything my mother says and does is always related to my growth. Mom, I love you.
Words and deeds are always related to feelings. Maybe we don't quite understand how precious family ties are. Maybe we will take everything our parents do for granted. Perhaps only when we are sad and depressed because of setbacks can we truly understand our parents' good intentions and feel their selfless love.
It's an evening in early autumn. The sun has just set, and the summer heat has not disappeared. I walked alone on the road, aimlessly. The bright red numbers on the test paper are clearly engraved in my mind and cannot be forgotten. I walk like a robot, step by step up the steps. Opening the door, my mother greeted me. She smiled and said, "Son, you are back. Are you tired? Give the bag to mom quickly. Mom has cooked a lot of dishes that you love. Come and try them. " At some point, he handed me a glass of cold water. I ignored my mother, walked slowly into my room, closed the door, put away my schoolbag, lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. Mother gently opened the door and sat by my bed: "How is my son today? Isn't he happy?" Go ahead, mom may be able to help you. "My mother comforted me, and her comforting words sounded to me like mosquitoes buzzing in my ear. The more I listen to it, the more bored I get. Finally, I yelled at my mother, "I'm so bored, stop it!" " "Mom listened, coldly shook his head and went out.
I lay in bed and thought about it. I think something is wrong. I slowly opened the door and leaned out of the probe, but I didn't see my mother. I closed the door and lay in bed again. It was dark, it was half past eight, and my stomach began to sing empty words. My mother pushed the door open and I turned my head to the other side. My mother said earnestly, "Son, although I don't understand what's wrong with you today, I only expect you to be well and happy." Say that finish, mother silently went out. I turned my head with tears in my eyes and saw a bowl of rice like a hill with my favorite food on it. Tears can't stop pouring out.
I finally understand that in our life, parents' words and deeds are always for us, for our goodness and goodness. This is really: everything you say and do is always for love, and what you care about is all kinds of feelings!
Words and deeds are always related to feelings, 13, an encouraging word; Warm eyes; Subtle movements. This bit by bit, every word and deed tamed my mind.
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Care in every word and deed warms us, like a hot fireball, infecting us.
At that time, we were approaching the final exam stage. On the surface, it looks calm, but in fact, it is already full of smoke. Because this exam is a semester exam for us. On this busy day before the exam, it was because of the company of care and help that my pressure was eliminated.
During that time, the students were very disappointing, and everyone was immersed in hard work. Those poor students are also cramming for the Buddha's feet. Once, I met a difficult problem, and I couldn't think of it for a long time. It happens that the teacher is not here today. I'm thinking: the teacher is not here today, and the students are desperate and will definitely not teach me. Why not hand it in empty? No, no, we must do it well. ...
My deskmate looked at me, then at my exercise book and asked, can't you do this problem? At that time, just like seeing a savior, I nodded. He smiled and his pen was spinning flexibly on the paper. He explained it to me again and again, and even I understood the poor math. I smiled gratefully at him, and he smiled and said, we are classmates!
The words and deeds of relatives are as warm as spring; The words and deeds of the students are as hot as summer; Everything a stranger says and does is as refreshing as autumn. In short, what they say and do brings us warmth!
Words and deeds are always related to feelings. Parents' love is selfless and great, but sometimes in the dribs and drabs of life, in the words and deeds of parents, we can better appreciate the warmth of parents' love.
Every weekend when I go home, my mother will always be busy cooking a good table, saying that I study too hard at school and should comfort me. I know my parents actually work harder than me. They work hard for my life and never ask for anything in return. So when listening to my mother say these words, I feel a little guilty, but when faced with a table of delicious food, I always come to you.
My mother cooked my favorite little yellow croaker again. The fish are lined up in a bowl, and brown soup and light green garlic Ye Er are sprinkled on it. It's really delicious. Let's go! One, two, three ... I really can't resist its delicious taste, and my mouth can't stop.
After eating for a long time, I subconsciously looked up at my mother. There are no fishbones on the edge of her bowl. I wondered, "Mom, why don't you eat fish?" "I don't like this kind of fish, so hurry up and eat. It's not delicious when it's cold! " "Oh." I replied, lowering my head and enjoying the food.
"hey!" I had a full burp. I'm really full. I put down my chopsticks. "Mom, I'll take a nap first!" ""well, go! "As soon as I got to the room, the phone rang. What a coincidence! I answered the phone, and it turned out that my uncle was back. Let's go and play. I hurried to the kitchen to tell my mother. I stopped when I walked to the kitchen door. The scene in the kitchen surprised me very much. My mother is eating leftover small yellow croaker. She seems to eat with relish and still has a smile on her face, so that I stood at the door for a long time without finding me.
I turned around and took a few steps back, and scenes of the past came to my mind. My mother always says that I like food, but she doesn't. It turned out that she was "lying", but a lie of love.
Love doesn't have to be earth-shattering Sometimes love is condensed in words and deeds. As long as we have eyes looking for love, we will always find these warm details!
Words and deeds are always related to feelings. 15 There is always a word that strikes a chord; There is always an action to warm the heart; There are always some people who will remember their life forever.
The fragrance of tea caresses the three spring rays.
"There is no limit to learning the sea." On the way to study hard, I feel a little sad. Looking at the pen in front of the desk with a few wisps of ink and a group of books covered by night-sprint at the beginning of junior high school, I can't help but feel that "learning from scratch will be immediate." The water is boiling, and there is a wisp of tea fragrance in the boiling hot water, lingering in the nib and lingering in my heart. Youyou, patting his back with one hand and touching his forehead with the other, is like the fragrance of tea-gentle and graceful, like moonlight, like wicker fluttering in the air, like a breeze stroking the sparkling lake, delicate and gentle. Yes, this is my father's touch with infinite expectation. He didn't say anything, just a cup of light tea, a burst of flowers, but with a touch, he faded his infinite worries and brought infinite concern.
Tears and white hair can protect flowers better.
"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." You taught me this poem. Do you remember? You gave us the last encouragement. You swept the classroom of fifty people with red eyes and couldn't help crying in public. Blinking tears have infiltrated the sleeves, and the eyes are so warm and bright. Do you ever remember that you worked hard with us, but your red eyes persisted? Do you ever remember that you taught for us, but you missed your mother's last call? Do you remember that you said a thousand words for us? Your hair style and color have been changed many times, I know, that's to cover up the bright silver silk. Teacher, do you know that only one tear leads me to a bright future?
A thousand words of stationery are like neighbors.
"Guan Guan Sui dove, in Hezhou ..." I will never forget your back. What about you? Remember a thousand words between us? As always, the flow between you and me is better than any friendship. Remember those brown stationery? Your exquisite handwriting inspired me. "Go up a storey still higher" is your goal, "Heaven is our neighbor" is your true feeling. Don't be too gorgeous, a thousand words, a letter, you will remember and miss your life.
Everything you say and do is for love. Time is flowing, the scenery is changing, what does not go is warmth, and what remains unchanged is the memories that accompany you.