What love looks like.
Text: Wang Lanfang.
That day I finally knew: what it means to be cold and windy. The rider wore gloves and was still a carrot. Hum and grin, he ran all the way, just wanting to hurry home.
As soon as I entered the house, I saw him, a middle-aged uncle, wearing an apron and frying cakes, and in an instant, a warm current of electricity spread throughout his body. That moment, that figure, that warmth, reminded me of my mother's ......
I didn't think about anything, I hugged him from behind, he was a little surprised, embarrassed to respond: "Be careful of burning!" ”
The smell of fireworks in the world is the most soothing to the hearts of mortals. Four seasons a year, three meals a day, we have gone through 20 years. That day, he said, I don't think, we've been together for 20 years, and we haven't quarreled. Hum! Yikes! Aha, so you watch every roar I make as if it were my one-man show! It turns out that I nag every day, and you don't think it's worth arguing with me! Oh, to put it that way, I haven't quarreled yet! It turns out that our years are quiet!
Yes, in the past 20 years, she has transformed from a yellow-haired girl to a middle-aged aunt, in the words of a friend, a wise mother and a wise woman! Like a green to ripe red apple, I worship you to be fulfilled! I still remember, when we just got married, you cooked cooked food, and the campus was looking for me, and I had a good time with the students! You still "scolded" me: Where did this little rabbit go!
Time does not give up, we are all changing: I have become like you at the beginning, pursuing taste and elegance; You have become like me at the beginning: free and optimistic and thick needle**! We haven't changed: we are still kind, sincere, upright, and indifferent. Marriage is really what the talented woman Guan Sheng said: take a piece of mud, twist a you, and shape a me. Break the two of us together and mix them with water; Twist another you, and shape another me. I have you in the mud, and you have my ...... in the mud
And we grow up and are independent: you are more optimistic and free in your careful hand; I've blended the delicate and delicate in the rough! We all saw the other side of our potential and gorgeous turnaround! is like the kapok in Shu Ting's pen: I must be a kapok near you, standing with you as the image of a tree. roots, clinging to the ground; Leaves, touching in the clouds. Every gust of wind passed, we greeted each other ......
Good love may be like this: fulfill each other and grow each other. I love you, I love to be with you, the way I am! And this look of mine, only you can give it, so, I love you!
Thinking of the love of my parents, I remember that they never quarreled, but I remembered: sometimes, my father came back from work: a kang table was full of all kinds of side dishes: dried tofu, salted eggs, boiled almonds, small sauerkraut, pig ears, chicken, salivating, my mother would not let us serve on the table, only when my father finished drinking, we could eat with them! In those years of material scarcity, a bite of salted eggs was also delicious and delicious! In their time, the husband was working outside, and the wife was responsible for taking care of several babies at home to take care of housework + planting a few acres of thin fields, self-sufficiency and self-satisfaction. It was a very harmonious era, you were responsible for making money to support the family, I was responsible for raising pigs, growing vegetables and raising babies, everyone had a clear division of labor, no violation, no crossing the line, nothing to do, and happiness.
I always think of the love between grandma and grandpa. They were born in the 20s of the last century. I have the impression that my grandfather has never quarreled. Whenever the autumn harvest season, our children of all sizes sit in the threshing floor, surrounded by stacks of grains, we and my grandmother are responsible for pinching the ears of grain off the stalks, and grandpa and other men are responsible for plucking these pinched ears of grain, spread them on the threshing floor, ready to use donkeys to pull the ears to mill the grain. At this time, in order to improve our enthusiasm and efficiency in work, my grandfather will tell the story of him and my grandmother: 20-year-old him, with a robe and coat, a tweed hat, riding a tall horse, wearing a big red flower, leading a big red sedan chair and a band, blowing and blowing to pick up the 18-year-old grandmother's ......Whenever I talk about it, my grandmother, who is in her 70s, blushes on her face, and scolds my grandfather with a smile: Don't talk nonsense! Grandpa didn't care about it, and he talked even more with his eyebrows fluttering and gushing endlessly. We kids listened more with gusto! Their generation was born in the old China and shares the same fate as the new China. They have experienced a lot and seen a lot, and they are the witnesses of New China. They have gone through hardships, hardships, and ups and downs together. They didn't say, I love you! When you can feel their love! Whenever I go home from the ground, as soon as my grandfather sits on the kang, my grandmother puts the tea pot warmer grandfather's exclusive ceramic tea pot and smoke pot bag in place, and my grandfather crosses his legs, while smoking his smoke pot bag, while sipping and tea, and grandma is on the stove under the kang, rhythmically pulling the big bell (bellows), burning wood for cooking! They chatted with each other. Now that I think about it, it's full of beauty! Every year when I go to the grave of my grandfather, I always think of my grandfather's eyebrows dancing back then, and I also think of my grandmother's angry expression......
A few days ago, when I told the children about "Lotus Lake", the children were moved by the pure and beautiful love of the aquatic sisters-in-law and the aquatic students. They say that the love of aquatic sisters-in-law is like a mountain spring, clear and distant; Like the lotus flowers in the lotus lake, they are pure, noble and beautiful......
One day, a nucleus girl chatted with me and said that the thought of getting married made her feel troublesome, and her expression was not the joy of the bride-to-be, but more melancholy ......More and more of the younger generation are choosing not to marry and choosing Dink. Why, they are less and less loved? Everyone gets married more at the material level: is the job good, how much money is earned, the car is not luxurious, the house is not big, and the work city is not convenient? And when these conditions are met, it is still boring.
What's wrong with them? Why is it so blunt? Can't even feel love, such a beautiful feeling? Why does the material satisfaction consume the fire of love in their hearts? Who stole the fire of love from a new generation of young people? This is a question worth pondering.
Love, no matter what era it is, is always beautiful! No matter how Songhai changes. Love must be the mutual attraction of two hearts, meeting and appreciating each other, it is two people who grow together, fulfill each other, and see the best of themselves in each other's care! In this care, there is sweetness, distress, joy, and tears. Maybe it's the code of love. And the blind satisfaction of material things cannot open the lock of love.
The other day, we disagreed with each other because of our different views. I was a little unhappy at the time. A word from a friend: You don't empathize with him, so he will express it angrily. Oh, oh, it dawned on me that when we express ourselves, we all want not to identify with us. When the other person doesn't agree, we get unhappy or even angry. We want others to identify with us, but we actually want to assimilate others. So, when all people are like us, what is the meaning of the world, and how can it develop? Seeking common ground while reserving differences, respecting each other, and a hundred flowers blooming is spring. You see, disputes are also one of the petals of love, but this does not affect the growth of love.
That day, my friend asked me, do you still believe in love? I said I believe it! Nuwa created people, there are men and women, and it is for them to meet love. With love, the world will be vibrant, endless, and full of spring. Do you believe in love?