爱情不老,它一直鲜活在所爱之人的心里。像清晨的第一滴露水,像婴儿初生的毛茸茸的眼睫毛,像四月盛开的第一朵粉嘟嘟的桃花,像冰雪消融山间流下的涧涧泉水,一切都透着鲜,透着美,透着我们无法触及的灵动。正如诗人拜伦所说:“这个世界,什么都古老,只有爱情,永远年轻。”是的,爱情永远是年轻的,爱情老了,就如花瓣凋零,怎么看,都没了美感。我们又如何手捧枯萎的花枝,向心爱的 Love is not old, it has been living in the hearts of loved ones. Like the first morning dew, like a baby’s hairy eyelashes, the first pink toothed peach blooming in April is like ice and snow flowing down the stream flowing from the mountain stream. Everything is fresh and beautiful , Reveals we can not touch the Smart. As the poet Byron said: “This world, everything is old, only love, forever young. ” Yes, love is always young, love is old, as the petals withered, how to look, no beauty. How do we hold withered flowers, to beloved