Selected Works of Happy Love Philosophy Part I: My Parents' Love.
Author: Qing Qin
Speaking of love, what is classic and what kind of love moves you most? Did Liang Zhu turn into a butterfly? Or Jack and Rouse in my heart forever on Titanic? Is it once in a thousand years in Xu Hanwen's Legend of the White Snake? Or the elegy of life and death of Romeo and Juliet? In other words, it is the love between Bai Liusu and Fan Liuyuan.
For these, I just want to say-"nonono"! In my opinion, the love that touches me most is the silent love that my parents have no regrets, don't give up because of suspicion-they always put on a bad face and always use abuse as an excuse to say a lot of exhortations.
Mother always complains that her father is poor and that he can't give himself an enviable wedding and be a princess for a day; If you are pregnant in October, you can't carry soup and water, and you can't be a queen for a year; I even blame my father for not having a relaxed and well-paid job, which makes her work all day and makes the aging speed more ruthless than time.
However, she never regretted this marriage, and always smiled and said to me, "Your father is a chicken, and I want to marry a chicken."
Without a dream wedding, mother smiled and bowed to the church; I was pregnant and didn't enjoy it. My mother really looked forward to me. Even though I stayed in a leaky house in those years, even though I lived in those years, my mother never regretted getting married when she 17 years old. She can't leave her father and this family.
My father can't live without this family.
My father always thinks that my mother is annoyed, and my mother's ears are not good. She always hears wrong words, gets the wrong meaning and loses her temper. I think my mother doesn't like to show off loudly, and always does something ignorant and ridiculous; What is even more disrespectful is that the mother is too narrow-minded, out of control, and unreasonable if she doesn't understand the world. Negotiation is always difficult for her.
However, like his mother, his father never wanted to leave his mother.
When chatting with my father, he always said to me, "Be good to my mother in the future, and be better than my father. Your mother has a bad ear, which is even worse when she is old. Don't let her feel that it is useless to cross them. "
"Your mother and I are old, too old, we ah, no longer work for you. Your mother and I will leave some land, grow vegetables, grow flowers and plants, and live our own lives. At that time, I'm afraid your mother can't live without me, so I'll be her ear. "
That's it, a complaint, a suspicion. Two seemingly parallel lines intersect in space and time. This is my parents' love.
Dad will drink more than two cups when he is happy, and his mother will blame him and push the good food to dad, and he will miss a lot of dishes when he eats. When my father is not at home, my mother will talk to me about my father and say that he has eaten too much or eaten too little recently, gained weight or lost weight. Even if she is only a little fatter, her mother will laugh more comfortably. She always said, "Your father is too thin and often suffers from insomnia. I'm worried that his health will be too much." . As long as he is healthy, our family will never collapse. "
When I talked to my mother on the phone at school, my father said that your mother has no patience and likes to do everything at once. I always feel uneasy when she goes to work in the fields alone. Usually working here, I always let her go home half an hour in advance to cook. I know, she wants to cook more good dishes for me and help me with my work, so every time at ten o'clock, I will say half past ten, so that she can go back to cook early and don't be so impatient. ...
Wait, the little things that my parents love in my life always make me easily moved. And the love that touched me the most is this-not being together because of love, but never being separated because of being together, becoming the person who cares about each other the most, understands each other the most and suits each other the most.
Some people say that this kind of love is more like family, yes. In fact, the reason why my parents' love moved me is precisely because it has experienced the test of life, gradually reducing the selfishness of love and increasing the purity of family ties. "Purity" is the long-term guarantee of love.
Therefore, whether you are a household name throughout the ages, whether you hate lingering or vigorous, what moves me most is the love of my parents!
Selected Prose of Happy Love Philosophy Part II: Happy Two People
I often ask myself, am I happy now? Sometimes I doubt myself and think I'm ridiculous. A friend said, you don't know if you are happy or not. Yes, but now I really don't know if all this is happiness.
In front of us, around us, far away, out of reach Missed, lost, owned, happiness with tears. Knowing that everything is over, you should be able to afford it and put it down. Now, I really don't know where the road is and what I want to do.
Maybe I'm just scared, so I choose to stay where I am. Maybe I think I won't be hurt and my heart won't continue to hurt. I thought I was not sad or happy, so I ended my life, but I didn't know when I began to hate it.
Looking at the happiness of people around me, I keep asking myself, am I really happy? In fact, I think happiness may be just a state of mind. Relatives who have been separated for a long time, friends who meet again, joys and sorrows on the road of life are intertwined with our lives.
Night, always so quiet, always reminds me of it. I always like to be locked in my own world, in the fairy tales you once knitted for me. So real, so beautiful, let me linger. I like everything you gave me, but now it's like a broken kite.
We can't go back to the beginning, because we can't go back to the past and we can't be the same again. Less naive, more mature, less impulsive and more persistent.
I still remember the train station where I left. The first time I stood there, I felt the pain you gave me With luggage and helplessness, you left your city. For me, every memory there is full of pain, scars and the beauty you once gave me.
The first time you sat next to me, we ate jiaozi together for the first time, you held my hand for the first time, you carried my bag for the first time, you accompanied me to the seaside for the first time, we rode a bike for the first time, and you said you loved me for the first time, too many times. ...
Those broken memories have become my lingering sadness. I care about it, I like it, and even I am attached to it. Even if I get hurt, I will cry. After so long, I thought I could forget you completely with time, only to find that I was so stupid.
I don't miss you very much, but I think of you occasionally. It's just that every time I think about it, I feel sad and refuse to believe all this now. Are all your love for me fake? Why did you lie to me? Why did you let me go? Won't you stay with me forever?
Those seas run dry and rocks crumble, lasting forever, and still ringing in my ears. However, now all this has become a thing of the past and a memory. Knowing that all this is irreversible, we will never return to the moment of love.
But sometimes it's hard to forget something. I didn't miss you very much. I thought I couldn't forget the harm you brought me, but as time went on, I gradually changed a lot. I let go of my love for you, but sometimes I feel sorry and sad.
Obviously, we can have a happy future, but all this has now become an expectation and an irreversible past in life. The tangled fate doomed that we would never fall in love again in this life. Maybe I will keep you in my heart forever.
Maybe if people don't have greed, they won't have desire, and they won't have both ends meet. You have become an eternal wound in my heart. I did hate you and complain about you, but over time I forgot so much hurt, because love itself is a kind of fate.
Loving someone may not care about eternity, but it is only an impulse when you are young. Now I am really old, I lost to time and myself. I left a lifetime of regrets and my heart.
I love you, it's true, I miss you, it's love, a stranger, but it becomes forever. I may never see you again in my life. I hope we will be fine, even if I am not by your side. I hope you are happy, so you won't regret letting go of your hand.
The last love for you is to let go of your hand. Promise me to be happy, that's my blessing from afar. Whether we will meet again in this life or not, I sincerely hope to keep my blessing in my heart. From the moment you left me, you were no longer the only love in my life.
Sometimes I wonder what happiness is. It turns out that sometimes happiness is very simple, a kind of mood, a state of mind. Hold hands with your lover and walk together. An occasional greeting and a caring word can give each other warmth.
Finally understand that happiness is just very simple. It's just that sometimes we lose ourselves and what is the true meaning of happiness. I always feel that happiness is far away, so we have been looking for it. What I want to cherish most is the fate and simple happiness around me.
It's not that I'm unhappy, but sometimes I can't let it go. I hope everyone can adjust their emotions and be a happy person. I think I am very happy, at least you love me. I hope to cherish your love and never let go of your warmth. We will always be the two happiest people in the world.
I think I am very happy because I have you by my side to grow old with me. What am I dissatisfied with? Thank you for letting me meet you and giving me love and warmth all my life. I will keep you in my heart all my life, and I will repay your love with my life.
Happiness is just simple happiness. I'm satisfied, and I'm satisfied. Meeting you in this life is my greatest fate in this life. I will cherish it, I will accompany you all my life, and I will love you forever. ...
Essays on Happy Love Philosophy Part III: Love Philosophy
Love is like a maze. It's easy to get in, but difficult to get out. Either on the left or on the right, often at the end of the line, you find yourself going the wrong way. Sometimes I can't even tell the direction. Like a blind man, I can only be trapped inside and feel helpless.
Of course, not many people can really hold love tightly in their hands, and even fewer can understand it. Because two different hearts have different beating frequencies, it is difficult to achieve complete synchronization.
In fact, love is like a dead leaf falling from a tree. It is difficult to capture its swing trajectory, let alone predict where it will eventually stop. Therefore, anyone is just a spectator, and can only stand there quietly and watch, without trying to control it. That's impossible.
This shows that love is a grumpy old man, and his temperament is always so unpredictable. Just like every relationship; Those who laugh and cry, those who quarrel and make trouble, are always so sudden and incomprehensible.
Perhaps, love is a black-hearted ghost by nature, woven with its oiled mouth: the seas run dry and the rocks rot, lasting forever, determined to wait for a gorgeous and attractive lie. Then fool ignorant people into the trap of sweet happiness and turn them into prey waiting for hunters to slaughter. Completely ignored their frightened eyes at that time, completely ignored their painful appearance at that time, as if it was its profession to torture the world.
Love hurts not loneliness, nor loneliness, but the heart that believes in love. In every dead of night, in every rainy day. There will always be a group of people who will bear the weight of lovesickness with a heart of about 300 grams. Until the load can't afford it, until the blood is dripping.
Love is a space full of beauty and longing, with longing, care, warmth and greetings. You can use your obsession to find these things there. However, if you are not careful, you will be swallowed up by it, making you tired and unable to find that gap to escape.
So in the face of love, we should learn to treat it indifferently, and don't deliberately have it because of inner loneliness. This is a responsibility to each other and to yourself. Because only in this way can we not plant the seeds of injury, and we can meet another true heart with that true heart.
Don't think that love is too beautiful, as light as smoke and as light as water, and can only help each other in these short decades. Those lingering loves that are full of * * * every day will leave one day because of boredom. Only when the water keeps flowing, can love finally become a positive result.