Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

[In my memory, it seems that no one has ever uttered the whispers of love, so I am extremely puzzled, how can I capture 'love'?People seem to hide their hearts deeply. The words of love and love have never been spoken out, and they can only be revealed on paper. On the contrary, the flow of hate can be blurted out.This makes me wonder, is hate more common or approachable than love and like?

People hurt the ones they love all the time.

Love has never been spoken, and the heart has never been felt. On the contrary, overwhelming hate surges in. Even so, they still stay together, such as family members.Is this twisted love?It's really puzzling.

The flow of love, the flow of liking, such words are obviously beautiful, but the world avoids them like snakes and scorpions, which is really puzzling.The vast majority of my reaction to the world is, I know you love me, like me, and I love you, like you, but you won't say it, and I won't say it.It's like playing hide-and-seek where you know where the other person is hiding. It's extremely funny.However, I can probably understand the reason. Such blunt and hot words are really too embarrassing, and I have exhausted all my strength just to express them with paper and pen, let alone say them with my mouth.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the words of love and liking are so precious.

When it comes to love, it is natural to be inseparable from happiness.

Heart is a wonderful word.In the dictionary, there are three explanations for the heart. The first is the organ in charge of blood circulation in humans and higher animals, which is what we usually call the heart.The beginning and end of human life are all entrusted to this organ. It has to be said that the heart is really great.After all, as long as we think about it supporting us to live for decades, working day and night, and never stopping no matter what the situation is, people can't help but sigh.

The second explanation is the center, the hub, which is not difficult to understand, not to mention that the dictionary has deliberately formed words, such as the center.Although it seems to have nothing to do with personal life, it is actually quite important, because perhaps its landing point is not the human group, but the entire world, and even the entire universe.

And this third explanation is even more interesting.Traditionally, it refers to the organs of the mind and the state of mind, feelings, etc.Seeing this, I suddenly discovered that the heart is not only an organ that provides us with blood circulation for life activities, but also an organ of thought.You know, I have always subconsciously ignored the heart, relying on my superficial knowledge, and naturally believed that human thoughts and emotions all come from the brain.The brain is the spiritual organ of human beings.But I looked it up again in the dictionary and found that it is true to say that the brain is the spiritual organ of human beings.

So, I feel weird.

The word "heart" is really wonderful, like an obscure philosophy of scriptures, it needs to be studied carefully.

The first two explanations really don’t need to be paid too much attention, so I won’t repeat them here, otherwise, some people who see them will show inexplicable and critical eyes and criticize me for talking nonsense.

But to talk about this third explanation alone, I really have no idea.There is no doubt that my heart beats, but how can it be said that it is the organ of thought?I sat there for a long time, and finally had to admit that all I could think of in an instant was the familiar yet unfamiliar word love.If we talk about love, there is no doubt that it comes from the heart.Although I don't quite understand what love is.It seems to be everywhere, and it seems to be nowhere to be found.Obviously in the memory, in the subconscious, it can be seen everywhere, but if you really want to look for it, there are very few.

This result is making me laugh.I can say words like pity and love, but when I come across the word love alone, I get stuck.There seemed to be a piece of burning charcoal in his mouth, it was so hot that he couldn't spit it out, and couldn't swallow it down.

I said, don't think that love can be easily spoken out.Come to think of it, throughout our lives we say we like this food, we like this cat, we like this, we like that, but very few of us say I love this.Let’s take an example. When we use the word like, we will say that we like it without hesitation when facing non-living objects, or other living things, or strangers, such as star actors on TV, but When facing the familiar people around me, I can't say the word like but can't say it.A young girl's "I like you" has already made her face red and frightened, let alone the word love.Thinking back, have you never said such a dignified and solemn word "I love you" to your parents?

People subconsciously, inevitably, and panicked the word love, and ran away from it, but obviously, they couldn't escape at all.Where there is hatred, hatred, and malice in this world, there must be love.Even smiling love is still love.

So in my opinion, such a move is asking for trouble, although I am myself.

It seems that it is always a thousand times easier for people to say love and like to strangers than to familiar people.Therefore, this has led to the fact that words that should be cherished and sincere have become hypocritical and overflowing.There is a fake smile on the face, and the words of love uttered from the mouth, it is simply laughable, but the world just likes this. People who are deceived are pitiful and ridiculous, but those who deceive others can never be said to be able to stay out of it.

If love and heart have their own thoughts, they will definitely jump out and protest.

The world, no, human society is a theater with a huge mask, where everyone is performing a play of joy or sorrow.However, you have to admit that most of the dramas in this world center on love and heart.

Even if love is not the core, there will be more or less love in it.Look at those writers and dramatists, how many of their works are based on the theme of love?Love, hate, love and hatred, its first word is love.If there is no love, how can hate be deep and strong?

Some people laugh at themselves as cowards, even love such things will hurt themselves, but ah, in this world, how can anyone accept or confide their love at will, without concealing it? 】

The black-haired man put down his pen, he raised his head, glanced at the time, and put away the pen in his hand.He picked up the little wine left on the table and drank it all in one gulp. Thousands of stars and dreams seemed to be crushed in his golden pupils. He still took his things and said softly, "Thank you for your hospitality." He walked towards the stairs go.

One went upstairs, one went downstairs, and the two passed each other.

The black hair and a breath of cold snow disappeared above.

Oda Sakunosuke stood on the last step, looked up, and the corner of the other party's clothes disappeared behind the door.He stayed for a few seconds before slowly coming to his old position.Then he gently asked the bartender: "Who was that just now?" The bartender wiped the glass and replied casually: "Ah, that is the guest who came two months ago, and he comes every few days Well. Claiming to be a third-rate author, usually reading books or writing something in the store."

Odasaku paused, "Third-rate writer?" His eyes were strangely lit up, which surprised the bartender, after all, Odasaku rarely showed such obvious emotions.

It is also the job of the bartender to chat with the guests and listen to the complaints of the guests.So the bartender put down the glass in his hand, made a glass of wine skillfully, and put it in front of the man.He could tell that the other party probably wanted to chat with someone right now.The bartender smiled and said, "Yes, the hidden wine list is the name given by that gentleman."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded, "It's a very suitable name." In a sense, this man is really too powerful.However, the bartender was used to the other party's naturalness, his expression remained unchanged, and he continued: "But except for Oda-kun, no one else has encountered him very much." Oda Tsukuru took a sip of his wine, "Ah, only Have I met it before?" He didn't think much about it, after all, he was not a cadre or an intelligence officer like his friend, but just the most common low-level member of the mafia, and he really had nothing to plot.What's more, he subconsciously felt that the other party was not that kind of person.

"Actually, I met him before. At the door, but at that time the distance was a little far away, and I only saw those eyes clearly." The beautiful and pure eyes are really unforgettable.Odasaku's gray-blue pupils rolled slightly, "At that time, I thought it was a monster, a goblin, or an elf. It turned out that it wasn't." He took another sip of his wine.

"Nani Nani? Odasaku, you seem to be talking about something interesting." The boy popped up from behind him, and then sat down on the stool next to him very naturally, "Please have a cup of dishwashing liquid~"

The bartender picked up the glass calmly and put himself into the task of wiping the glass again, "Sorry, we don't have any."

The boy whose right eye is bound with a bandage is one of Oda Sakunosuke's friends, a cadre of the port mafia - Osamu Dazai.

Dazai Osamu looked at the cup held by Oda Sakuyuki's assistant, the wine inside was rich golden yellow, he tilted his head curiously, "Is this a new wine?" From his aesthetic point of view, it's not bad.He immediately raised his hand, "Give me a glass of this too!" The bartender nodded slightly, and made a glass skillfully.The deep iris-colored pupils looked at it seriously, and suddenly asked: "What is this glass of wine called?"

Odasaku drank slowly, and the bartender at the bar slowly wiped his glass.

"Third-rate author." Oda Saku paused before replying.

Different from Oda Saku's reaction, Osamu Dazai immediately showed a dissatisfied expression, "What, that name, it's too strange. But it's a bit more interesting than a dark dwarf with a strange hat." As he said, he Nod your head in the affirmative.Both the bartender and Odasaku calmly ignored the other party's words. After all, Dazai and the Central Plains cadres were at odds, and the whole mafia knew about it. Dazai had already said it in this bar. There have been too many bad things about the Central Plains cadres.Of course, so are the Central Plains cadres.The bartender who can hear them complaining to each other every time is deeply delighted.

"So, what does this have to do with monsters and elves?" Dazai held the wine glass and rested his face with the other hand.

Odasaku blinked, "Ah, it's about the origin of this glass of wine. I thought it was a monster, goblin, or elf, but it turns out that the other party is human like me." Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, turned his head and carefully Looking at the dull face of his best friend, he suddenly realized, "Oda Saku can also tell jokes!" The man took a sip of his wine slowly, "No, I'm not joking. The other party claims to be a third-rate author."

At that moment, a cluster of flames burned in those gray-blue pupils.

[What is the heart?What is love?

heart と は は か love と は か】