Too much love is not love, but great harm.

Raised two small goldfish, a red one white, like two floret, in the water open.

For these two small goldfish, I specially bought a beautiful fish tank. Also do not hesitate to ten, to the suburbs of the river, fishing a fresh grass several root, put into the fish tank.

Buy the fish food, put it in a handy place. At leisure, I was in front of the fish tank, feeding them, while looking at them with good eyes. Their red body white body, through the green and green aquatic plants, such as good dance mummers, long sleeves floating on the stage, the spirit is moving.

One morning, I woke up to see them, but found them flipping belly, dead. Aquarium solemn, aquatic solemn. I was sad for a long time. Friends know, laugh at me: "They are killed by your love." "Originally, feeding the fish can not be too diligent, too diligent, will support their death." Disappointed. Since then, no longer raise fish.

Later, I raised a pot of expensive flowers. Gladiolus, flowers Orange, petioles such as swords. It also looks good in its basin, the base of milk white, rubbing an orchid. At a glance, the eyes are hard to move. Hing Hing to take it home, as treasures, daily watering. Not a few days, the flower unexpectedly withered, first Bud son not open first Xie, after is the blade son 1.1 point yellow, roll up, until the whole plant rot. Sad, don't understand, I love it so much. Or a friend gave away the secret: "You watered too often, the flowers to drown." ”

Since then, I have ceased to plant flowers. Self-knowledge is a person can not grasp the scale of love, love a bit, sorrow is a bit. Like a love in a young age.

At that time, filled with the heart of him, eat, think he loves to eat. When you buy clothes, think of what he likes to wear. Even if you casually see a flower open, also think of him, want to bring him. The process of getting along, but not all the joy, he often frown, full of sadness to look at me. So near, and so far, as if GE water. At that time, I had a bad feeling in my heart, just thought I did not good enough, so, double to his good. Finally, he still proposed to break up, the reason for breaking up is unexpectedly, you too good, I am afraid to disappoint.

Love a person, the original love to seven points is enough, there are three points to keep love yourself. Love is too full, for him is not happiness, but the burden. It was only after years that I understood the truth.

I think of a mother. Married for several years, no children. Later, very hard to get a son, dote on the addition, the real is contained in the mouth afraid of, holding in the hands afraid of falling. Spoiled all the way to grow up, more than 20 people, but ignorant, all day closed in the room playing games. When I am not happy, I will fight the mother without scolding. Day, because the mother advised him to go to bed early, swept his interest in playing games, he ordered his mother kneeling on the floor, kneeling half the night. Always dull father, also provoked, finally unbearable, while the son asleep, a hammer killed son. In the police room, the mother cries Ganchangcunduan, incoherent, said: "Iniquity, iniquity ah." ”

For her, a child who was originally as naïve as snow, was ruined. And her, and her honest man, the pain of this life, who can therapy?

The truth of the world, the original is so simple, whether it is a love thing, or a lover, should have moderation. The moon is full of loss, the water is overflowing, sometimes, too much love is not love, but great damage.

Too much love is not love, but great harm.