Author: Hu Yang Yingyue
Once, your appearance illuminated the whole half of my life, and I was like an ignorant, silly child, from the moment you appeared in my world, at your mercy, willing to listen to all your arrangements - this, completely inconsistent with my personality, once the stubborn me, because of your appearance, ran away without a trace, even ran away from yourself...
You taught me what love is and how to love someone. Just when I wanted to use the method you taught me to love you for the rest of my life, you turned around and walked out of my world, and from then on, I was the only one left in the journey of love...
The love you gave me not only glorified the first half of my life, but filled my entire life. Because in the years since you left, I have never walked out of this feeling you gave me, and no one can enter my heart again. I closed the door of my heart, afraid of being invaded by the red dust world outside, afraid that the rose red that you left in my heart dissipated in this worldly noise...
You amazed not only the first half of my life, but also my life - your departure made my life bleak from now on, and I can no longer walk out of this dream of love that you gave me...
Amazing your former lover, just like a gentle wind, like a rain of pear blossoms, wet your eyes, warm your heart, but at the moment when you feel the happiest turn around and disappear without a trace, leaving us with this person, the lifelong thoughts of this love, a person standing in the same place, do not know how to be good, do not know whether they should turn away or should always stay in place and silently wait for the pure land of love...
There are two kinds of lovers, one that amazes you once...
You, not the one I like, let alone the one I love – because of the age of marriage, we hurried into the halls of marriage, and then lived together, had children together...
The days, in such a tepid way, slowly passed day by day, and the relationship between the two of us was as disgusting as this day, nor was it love (even if it was disgusting, what can it be?). Since we are a family, living together, living a good life together, everyone is happy together, and life is worse for everyone to suffer together, there is no reason why we should not work together to live).
Sometimes the days pass very slowly and it is difficult to stay up. Sometimes it passes quickly, and if we are not careful, we have reached the middle age together.
I don't know when it was a little annoying to see you, sometimes I really want to end this loveless marriage, and feel that I am an innocent person in this marriage - why can't I find someone I love to marry?
With this dissatisfaction with marriage, with an infinite yearning for love, the idea of wanting to get out of marriage is even stronger. However, the child has not grown up, afraid of the child's psychological impact, and is not willing to let the elderly worry about themselves, so the idea of divorce, in the heart, thought about it 800 times, but never lifted their legs out of our marriage door.
The days passed like this day by day, I was in this marriage that I didn't want to stay in, day by day, until one day when I saw so much white hair on your forehead, I was suddenly stunned: it turned out that we were no longer young, we were no longer the age that could be willful; it turned out that we had lived together for decades, and it was you who had been taking care of my food, clothing, and housing...
Thinking of this, I seem to suddenly understand that you are my lover, you are my life in the fireworks, down-to-earth lover - my life is related to you, my life because of you do not have to worry about food, clothing, shelter and transportation, do not have to worry about the health and life of children and the elderly, although you did not participate in my poetry and distant love, but with your life to love me for the whole life...
There are two kinds of lovers, one that has crossed your entire life...
There are two kinds of lovers: one that has amazed you, one that has gone through your whole life – some people we love again, but still walk out of our lives; some people, although we don't love, but they love us all their lives...
This is our life, this is our love.