Waking up in the middle of the night and not being able to sleep, thinking of my college classmates, now university professors, hearing about my experience, saying that I married my husband and losing, I said I did not lose, happiness is an experience, everyone's pursuit is different. If I had traveled back in 1995, I would have married my husband. I think my husband is also happy, I think he fell in love with me at first sight, and he liked it at first sight, but at that time, I still had a flower protector around me. The first time I went to a meeting at the unit, he followed my gaze so that others could see his heart, and my colleague told me that I was lucky to go peach blossoms, and someone looked at me very specially. When the husband could not sleep at night, he chatted with the male colleagues in the same dormitory, said his heart, and the colleagues encouraged him to get the moon first near the water and boldly chase. Later, later, my husband and I came together. We have lived together for more than twenty years. I used to think that when we were all old and couldn't go anywhere, we could sit in the back yard and talk about the stories of the past, and reminisce about the happy times of the past, and we were still treasures in each other's eyes. That's all I can think about. I will still reminisce, as happy memories. I should be content, we have had it, and I wanted to do it for a long time, but it was not satisfactory.
