When I met you, you were a young girl with a ponytail. Now, you have become a mother of two children.
However, in my heart, you are still the unique pure and lovely girl, full of fairy quirks.
Your name-"Snow Lotus", as its name implies, has always been imagined as a wisp of fragrance floating from the top of Tianshan Mountain, emitting a pure and fragrant aroma, which not only moved me to every midnight when I dreamed of you every day, but also reminded me of you in the days after I met you.
When you combed your hair yesterday, you said to me, "Time and tide wait for no man. Seeing the hair on my head turn white, I am also a flower in our small mountain village. "
I said, "Yeah, how else would you get my attention?" Madly in love with you. "You are angry and threatened to fight." Let's go, let's go. What did you know then? "
After a long time, the dust of love will blow away the hearts of ignorant teenagers.
In fact, although I don't understand youth, I know that treating a persistent person is not a temporary impulse, but a lifelong thing.
When a person does something he likes with his heart, the sky is blue and the tree is green, and his mood is always so happy and proud.
I like it, but there is no reason.
At least, I don't know
At first, you naturally caught my attention. No matter what you say or laugh at, every move touches my heart. Where your figure is, my eyes are there.
Year after year, every minute, just in my own way silently in my heart, perhaps thinking, let the feelings of acacia grow quietly with the years, and continue to stretch, until eternity is a common feeling of ordinary people.
Remember? You accidentally broke my pen, and I joked that you would pay for it. I can't believe you really bought me a pen. I'm really embarrassed to accept it. I sent it a dozen times, but I still accepted it.
There are several star patterns on the golden pen, one stroke and one painting, word for word, accompanied by the fragrance of some books and ink and trivial emotions.
Remember? It was the second year of high school, and there was a time when my thoughts were always difficult to calm down. One day, I had a whim and wrote a letter to your school. You certainly don't know and it's hard to imagine the school you went to, I guess.
I haven't seen you for many years at that time, and of course I can't talk about it. I just wrote your name on some blank stationery. I didn't expect to receive your reply, and I was overwhelmed by your series of question marks. You are surprised, but I can't restrain my inner ecstasy, like winning the first prize in the lottery.
Luck is so easy to get, but so mysterious, always so incredible.
Remember? It was1July, 994, and I had a heart-to-heart talk with my friends, telling the bitterness of my love for you. A friend had a whim, "Why don't you let my sister inquire in her company?" Although my sister's practice is a bit old-fashioned, she just posted a note on the third floor door of the workshop with your name on it, saying that someone was looking for it on the second floor. As a result, a miracle happened and someone told you. Your blank expression follows your sister's words, "Do you know a man named Dashan?" And I was so surprised that my shadow appeared in your life from now on.
Remember? You won't forget. How could I forget?
In the past six months since you and I broke up, the days have passed day by day as usual, but it has been so long for me. I am alone, I can only accompany books and interact with words, so I only use a mood diary to tell my unforgettable pain.
Maybe my infatuation finally touched heaven and you. On a warm winter day, I, who never understood romance, walked into the marriage hall hand in hand with you and became an enviable couple.
Since I decided to hold your hand, I should grow old with my son, which is beyond doubt.
What I want to say is, somehow, God brought you and me together, and we should spend this time happily. Even if you will encounter ups and downs, you should hold hands with two hearts and become one.
No one will tell us what will happen in the future.
No one will tell us how to go in the future. Maybe birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, maybe thorns are everywhere. But I believe that my life will not be dull without you.
Along the way, I know that love has no reason, but only the fate in my heart.
If we are together, we are willing to be together forever.
The weeping willows on both sides of the road have softened these days. At first, there was a faint green in the distance, but when they approached, the green was not so dense.
Between the wickers, it is shallow and faint, and some buds have just emerged.
Where the wind blows, the green shadows dance softly, and a kind of amorous feelings that can only sprout in early spring leaps from the branches, making your young heart thump. Spring, perhaps only spring, can comfort the tired mind and see a glimmer of hope on the road of confused life.
Years are like flowers, which will eventually fly, and the four seasons of life will always accompany us all our lives. When you first get married, there will be such doubts in the depths of your feelings. How long can the feelings bred in love last? Although I don't know if the story of the hero and heroine holding hands for a lifetime in the book or film and television drama I have read is true, I will always feel the sincerity and the unforgettable love and hate in my life.
I have always felt that a person's personality will not remain the same, at least I don't think I used to be like this, and of course I can't remember when I became open-minded and cheerful, and everything was put down. In the eyes of my wife, I am the kind of person who is satisfied with everything. My wife often says, "Look at your performance, I really lost my temper." Perhaps the environment will change a person's temperament, and then gradually shape into a unique personality. I know that in some cases, love life often can't tell who is right and who is wrong. If you insist on distinguishing clearly and let you lose your temper blindly, it will be a mess, which will make the originally peaceful family appear signs of chaos.
I remember a saying, without happiness and pain, life is life, and it is made up of little things. Only after passing by did I know that you and I once had it, but we just failed to cherish it.
Fortunately, the scenery we get along with has never been so grand and unrealistic. I just want to do something interesting with the person I love quietly, and just want to watch my daughter grow up silently. I would rather my life flows slowly like a trickle, and my life warms my quiet heart like a breeze, so that I won't sigh when I die: "I once owned it but didn't cherish it!" " " .
Yes, in the days when we get along, limited by family conflicts and differences in children's education, how can the calm lake water not splash? At this time, maybe it's hard for you to do it, maybe I shouldn't. When impulsive, you and I are like two intersecting straight lines, thinking that the once-integrated has become the past, and the infinite extension is getting farther and farther away from it. At this time, one is helpless and the other is helpless; At this time, no one will tell you what to do, and no one can tell you what to do correctly.
Calm down and think about it. There will always be a solution to the tangled things. In fact, a temporary unhappiness is like a wisp of smoke in hindsight. When it disappears, it will disappear without a trace. What are these compared to a short life? Why should they be too serious?
The so-called feelings can't be said to understand or not understand. Sometimes, I feel really tired. Is the love in the dream actually like this: will the pursuit of all the way, accompanied by the palace of marriage, step into the whirlpool of reality that can no longer be realistic? Even if there are countless romantic and tender feelings, they will eventually be shattered by trivial things in real life.
My wife and I have been married for twelve years. During this long and short talk, I also experienced many joys and sorrows, tears and joys. My wife always says that she has honed from a girl who knows nothing to a "generalist" who can afford everything. To put it mildly, she has to worry about me and the children. She is a standard housewife.
So I complain a few words from time to time, saying that I know how to play computer online as soon as I get off work, and I don't talk to her much; I went on to buy food, knowing that I went alone and didn't bring the baby. Just let the baby watch TV at home alone and take him out for a walk. When you talk to me, sometimes when I'm not listening carefully, my wife will go to other rooms to listen to songs and do other things alone, and you won't pay attention to you when you ask questions. Always have opinions about me, saying that I know I want to enjoy myself and don't care about her.
At that time, I found it difficult to accept my wife's nagging in daily life. How can there be so many things? I can think about it. Who told me I had so many questions? If I behave better on weekdays, can my wife still complain about me like this?
When I have nothing to do, I always like to write some mood logs and write down some trivial things in my life. This seems to have formed a habit. When I have time, I will take a look at it and feel the sad or happy mood at that time. I think it's quite interesting. Just like this one-the other day, I saw my wife pick up the wool ball and knit a sweater. I asked, "Wife, who is this for?" The wife said, "Don't you see that Sophia Kao's sweater is too small? She is long and can't wear it this winter. " I smiled and said, "Even if you fight now, Sophia Kao will still wear her small one." My wife looked at me in surprise, and I quickly explained, "When we first fell in love, did you knit it for me, too? But when we got married, I didn't wear your sweater." The wife said, "It's different now than then. I was just studying at that time, but it's different now. " I laughed to myself. My wife can do whatever she wants, so it won't be her.
Sure enough, a few days later, I was in the code word and my wife took a semi-finished sweater. She measured me over and over again, and she was still chanting, "Isn't it a little big? It's almost enough for Dashan. " As soon as I saw it, it was a little big, so I had a place to put it again. After measuring, my wife sighed, "Alas, I have been busy day and night these days. Dashan, pay more attention when you go out. Is it an organic sweater? Is that faster and can catch up this winter? " I shrugged helplessly at my wife. I suggested this to my wife two days ago, and she gave me a lecture, saying that the knitted sweater was not warm. At this time, my daughter came over and said with a smile, "Mom, am I still long?" Can't I wear it when I grow up? " The wife said angrily, "Go ahead, it's none of your business, it's a mess."
Sometimes I feel that in the vast world, where can I find beautiful and perfect love? I think there may be, but not in this life, only plain and ordinary.
As the days went by, I suddenly realized that although being together in real life is different from being under the moon in imagination, the process of longing for emotional harmony and pursuing a beautiful home must be the same. This is an emotional process that can only be constructed in real life. Love that transcends life and takes for granted cannot stand the test of time.
In fact, the feeling in my heart exists between you and me, perhaps it is a bud in bud between branches, perhaps it is a flower on the roadside lawn, perhaps it is the phrase "spring is coming" shouted by the children in the alley.
This is what I think in my heart. I live in peace, just like the warm sunshine in spring. Being together for a lifetime will be an imaginary good thing.
Staying together for a lifetime, those words that follow you will become moist and full of interest, and the memories will last for a long time because of the content that meets between your fingers.
If you are together, you are willing to spend your life like this, just an ordinary family that loves each other; If you are together, you are willing to spend your life with the person you love.