Original Penguin House Cultural Publicity Group Cerebellar Atrophy Care Center 2020-11-1
When you're old and your hair is gray,
Drowsy, snoozing by the fire,
Please take this poem,
Read slowly, recalling your past with soft eyes,
Recall the thick shadows of their past;
How many people love the joyous hours of your youth,
Adoring your beauty, falsehood or sincerity,
Only one loves the soul of your pilgrim,
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;
Hanging his head down, by the red shining stove,
Sadly whispering about the disappearance of love,
On the mountain overhead it paced slowly,
Hide your face in the middle of a group of stars.
Xiong is my husband, walking in an impetuous city, and no one will care about him. But I could feel the brightness or melancholy in his heart. I like his green appearance, like a clear stream in the desert, so subtle but moist and stretched.
The male walked a little strangely, supporting both arms with force, spreading both legs, extending his neck, and swinging forward like a clumsy penguin. When the sun rises, Xiong swings away from home, and at the corner he will stop, turn slowly and hard, and stay there to look at the balcony for a while. And I saw a smile that was brighter than the sun, and the feeling of shyness and happiness filled the day.
In the evening, I looked out the window, and the male would appear outside the window on time, still swaying cutely and sadly, and the moment he opened the door, he would surely hug me tenderly and joyfully. Xiong said that when he left work, he would rush home like an outlaw, I knew that this was a thought, and I also understood that this was a kind of loneliness, observing him and speculating about him, but he could not bear to inquire whether he was rejected by colleagues and disliked by the leader, he did not say that I did not ask, we chatted we were tired, we could not see sadness.
Finally, one day, Xiong said that the leader informed him that he did not have to go to work. My penguin slumped in his chair, his neck slumped to one side, his black pupils trembling slightly, his mouth grunting about the bad day, his grief flowing like a torn wound, bloody and glaring. He said on the phone: "They... They're coming, you're coming back! I'll never forget the day he panicked, his voice tense to the point of uncontrollably sharpness, like a kite bitten by a storm. His signature fell on the white agreement and twisted into a tangle, helpless and tangled.
What followed was a dark time when we blamed, quarreled, and fought. Repeating like a rutted car, let the marriage vows, tolerance, responsibility... Hell yeah. I don't know how long it took, maybe it was tired, maybe it was love, we finally calmed down, cowardly, selfish, cold... Start fleeing.
Looking at him sitting next to him, his eyes are the same as when he was young, and his heart is a feeling of happiness. Xiong and my dream shoulders when I was a teenager are far apart, but I have walked with him through so many years of wind and rain, and I have to walk with him all the time. Many times, that kind of suffocation and loss makes people see the future, want to turn around and give up, but Xiong is so persistent, so satisfied, he will sigh: life is so happy, as long as it is with you. Holding xiong's hand, slowly, I learned to endure persistence, learned to believe that the sun is always after the wind and rain, learned to forgive others, and understood that the protagonist of life is not only me.
Once he had a small dissatisfaction with Xiong, he held back for a long time and ran to him and said, "I am a little dissatisfied with you." "But he told me that there was a lot of dissatisfaction with me, as if he had seen through me at a glance and said what I wanted to say. I was dumbfounded, depressed for a while, and understood what I needed. Without luxurious clothing, you can still be decent; without Lancôme, books can also nourish temperament; without dazzling diamonds, clear eyes can also shine; no longer delicate, the words spoken can also make people feel like a spring breeze. Always grateful for my ambitions and willing to understand whatever I do, perhaps as ridiculous as others may seem, he has always encouraged me and kept a sense of innocence and simplicity for me. I also hope to be able to guard his childishness like a male and watch him grin.
Now, at this age, maybe we shouldn't talk about love anymore, and gradually we have family affection, friendship, but I hope that the seeds of love will always grow, even if one day we can no longer stay together, we know each other - you are there.
Penguins are imperfect, our world is not perfect, and I would rather not see sorrow. Because my heart is not broad enough, please fill it with the only beauty.
If you are a penguin, please embrace me with your wings, and at that moment, you are my angel.
In this world, there are many ways to express love words
I love you, just one of them
Natsume Soseki Kai:
"Tonight's moon is so beautiful."
Lin Huiyin wrote:
"You are love, you are warm, you are hope, you are the April day on earth."
And she said:
"You, my swinging angel."