I met you through the introduction of tacky classmates, but the love after meeting is ordinary and romantic.
Do you remember the first time we met? You stood there with such a big plush toy and blushed like a little boy who is not familiar with the world. And I saw your kindness, honesty and steadiness at a glance, because you didn't dare to look me in the eye during the whole process. I watched you quietly in that busy restaurant. Such a familiar face seems to meet in a dream, or a wonderful farewell in front of the Buddha 500 years ago, which doomed our meeting, acquaintance and love in this life.
We seem to know each other's past lives after a meal, and your shy smile has become another motivation for me to choose you.
On the busy road, we walked shyly, and you suddenly took me into your arms. I just wanted to blame you for your recklessness, but I found a car speeding by. Your impulse was subconsciously to protect me. I blushed and my heart beat, and I gave you full marks in my head.
In that romantic park, in that park full of cherry blossoms, there are couples in front of us. You also hold my hand quietly like them and say to me romantically: I will hold these hands for a lifetime. Your vows drank my heart and the cherry blossoms all over the tree.
We foolishly fell in love with the trap of love, and we still enjoyed it, enjoying youth and happiness in the whirlpool of love.
On romantic Valentine's Day, you secretly bought a lot of roses and got drunk in the bedside, wardrobe and kitchen. I became the happiest princess in the rich fragrance of the room.
In the crowded pedestrian street, you will also play naughty and disappear. In my panic-stricken search, your strong chest suddenly appeared behind me. Look at my helpless embarrassment and your loving smile: "I know you, a kitten, rely on my soft sofa!" "
Only romantic and beautiful love will become life in the face of reality.
In order to live, for our future, we have to live separately, and you start running around. In the space without you, I pass the time with a feeling called missing. Cover the hot telephone receiver with my thoughts and let the heavy waves convey my feelings.
I learned to express my thoughts about you in words. When my thoughts piled up into mountains, I shoveled them and sent them to you by email. Looking at your enthusiastic reply, you can imagine your surprise and touch when you receive this mountain of thoughts.
Remember the love letter I wrote to you when I went to see you? On that exquisite stationery with floral fragrance, there are my thoughts and vows. I wrote down my love for you all my life. You were moved to tears and held me tightly in your arms: "I will cherish this love letter for a lifetime, and I will fall in love with the person who wrote it for a lifetime."
Entertainment at work makes you miserable. If you can't drink, you are always drunk. It pains me to hear you throw up on the phone. I hope I can't fly to take care of you, even if I hand you a towel and a glass of water.
When you go home to visit relatives, you are always diligent, mopping the floor, cooking, washing clothes and making my favorite sparerib soup. I know you're atoning for your vows. You promised me that no matter where you go, you will take me to your side, love me, love me and protect me. Look at the sweat on your temples. Bend down. I understand the helplessness of reality and your inner suffering.
I gently stick it on your back: "I don't want you to love me in the afterlife, I just want you to love me in this life." You lift your body and hug me tightly: "Trust me, I will turn you to my side one day, love you and protect you."
With your persistence and my efforts, we finally ended the life of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. Although our work is erratic, where there are projects, where is our home. But the sweetness and fervor of love are as happy as ever.
We are very happy, because when the morning light shines on our bed, we can get up with each other's smiles.
We are very happy, because I can hide in your arms and cry loudly when I am wronged, and I am not even afraid that my nose and tears will stain your clothes.
We are very happy, because I am sick, and I can eat your own hot noodle soup without calling your name nonsense.
We are very happy, because you are drunk, I can make you a cup of hangover tea and clean up your dirty clothes.
We are very happy, because when you are busy at work, I can quietly pick up your mountains of dirty clothes.
We are very happy, mainly because you have always been a gentle, considerate, patient, generous, kind, hardworking, filial and considerate husband.
We are very happy whether we are building tunnels in the barren mountains and forests or building subways in the bustling cities. Where is our love, where is our happiness.
From acquaintance to love, we have experienced ups and downs, but because of your careful care, our love flower is still as good as new.