In 1971, exactlySocialDuring the Great Leap Forward, my dad was transferred to Xinjiang as a soldierTurpan, began his military career. At that time, he was 173 centimeters tall, and he came from the countryside at the age of 18 because of his family's limited financial conditions and had to give up the opportunity to continue his education. On this day, someone introduced my dad to a partner and took him to the female dormitory of a local food farm. At that time, my father saw a girl with two big thick braids at the first sight of the door, and she had big eyes that shimmered brightly. My dad was immediately attracted to her, and it was my mom who fell in love at first sight.
At first, my dad wasn't really looking to see my mom. I asked my mom if the aunt she was going to introduce later became resentful or jealous of her. However, my mom told me that the aunt didn't particularly like my dad's family background, so she didn't have any hostility towards her. Later, under the arrangement of the organization, my father and my mother began to meet and interact with each other.
At that time, letters became the only way for them to communicate. between themIn loveStories unfold almost entirely on paper, and the relocation of my childhood resulted in the inability to preserve those precious letters. But my heart has always been full of curiosity about the process of their love, especially to know what caused my mother to have feelings for my father. With me and my husband'sIn loveCompared to the process, their way of getting along can be said to beFlash marriageformula. After just over a year of correspondence, they enteredMarriageof the temple.
went to the mountains and went to the countryside, endured hardships, but returned to the city early and took up management positions because of his outstanding ability. Her vigorous and resolute style of speaking is admirable, and my father chose his wife and children in order to return to the army, and resolutely stepped inMarriageof the temple. I remember from growing up that when I was away on vacation, I found that my dad was always silently tidying up the house and caring about my mom and children's daily life. Once, I was hospitalized with enteritis and was as thin as a chicken. My dad was so distressed that he was determined to change for my sake. After that, the atmosphere at home became less tense, and housework ceased to be a source of quarrels.
This continued until I was in elementary school, and our family began to truly feel the warmth and harmony of home. I used to think that my dad was completely conquered by my mom, and I also thought that my dad had become a Buddhist, and since then he has been tolerant and obedient to my mom's wishes. But as I grew older, I came to understand that my father's Buddhism was based on a deep love for his wife. His tolerance and obedience do not mean that he has lost himself. His love has no rhetoric, only true heart and selfless devotion, which is the most precious thing in the world.
Parents have been with each other for a lifetime, and they have experienced many ups and downs, ordinary but real life. Their stories, their tolerance and understanding became a force for me to grow. I realized that in a long-lasting relationship, there will always be someone who makes a more effort to be tolerant and considerate. This does not mean that people who are more inclined to tolerance will work the contrary, true tolerance comes from the heart, and when we learn to truly tolerate and understand in our hearts, we will find that every penny of care is not important, only sincere love is the most rare thing.
I didn't expect my partner to be like my father, but I understood that being around me meant being tolerant, understanding, and giving. This is the true meaning of love, and only when we are accompanied can we have depth and create a happy and happy life.