I remember when I was in college, the teacher once asked such a question: if you see a flower and love it very much, what will happen? I can't help but come up and take it off the branches. We said. What is the result of taking it off? The teacher asked. The flowers will soon wither and die. We said. The teacher said that love, if you only think of possession and don't give it a branch, then the result of love will be a devastating disaster. Love a flower is like this, love a person is also like this. The teacher's words remind me of my childhood. I always loved birds when I was a child. I remember once I caught a bird. I was afraid that it would fly, so I cut off the feathers on its wings, and then put it in a cage. A few days later, the bird died in the cage. After my father knew this, he took me to a small hillside, pointed to the round sky and asked me, "do you think it looks like a cage? (www.lz13. CN) if you use the sky as a cage, are you still worried that the birds will fly away?" My father told me that the true meaning of love is not to tie the wings of your love, but to expand your love heart. If you take the sky as your cage, all the birds in the world are yours; When you take the ground as your garden, all the flowers on the ground are yours. The quickest way to lose love is to hold it tightly, and the best way to keep love is to give it freedom, air and wings.

I remember when I was in college, the teacher once asked such a question: if you see a flower and love it very much, what will happen? I can't help but come up and take it off the branches. We said. What is the result of taking it off? The teacher asked. The flowers will soon wither and die. We said. The teacher said that love, if you only think of possession and don't give it a branch, then the result of love will be a devastating disaster. Love a flower is like this, love a person is also like this. The teacher's words remind me of my childhood. I always loved birds when I was a child. I remember once I caught a bird. I was afraid that it would fly, so I cut off the feathers on its wings, and then put it in a cage. A few days later, the bird died in the cage. After my father knew this, he took me to a small hillside, pointed to the round sky and asked me, "do you think it looks like a cage? (www.lz13. CN) if you use the sky as a cage, are you still worried that the birds will fly away?" My father told me that the true meaning of love is not to tie the wings of your love, but to expand your love heart. If you take the sky as your cage, all the birds in the world are yours; When you take the ground as your garden, all the flowers on the ground are yours. The quickest way to lose love is to hold it tightly, and the best way to keep love is to give it freedom, air and wings.