In a harmonious family, at least one of every couple is a "fool."
—Shakespeare
Looking back on the first half of my life, I suddenly found that my wife was the "fool".
When I was young, I had nothing, poor and arrogant, self-righteous, grumpy, and eccentric personality.
And that "fool" actually did not hesitate to marry me.
It's really "silly" to be a little strange, useless me, what does she figure me out of?
When I was young, whenever I had a bad feeling, I overturned the table, smashed the stool, and threw the pots and pans.
And that "fool" always silently cleans up the mess, and when things are over, there is only one sentence that is often said:
If you feel comfortable with the breath, next time you will lift it, then smash it, then throw it, and I will help you clean it up.
Such a "fool" is also a blessing in my misfortune, and I have met.
I have done so much, and I finally regret it, and I often see "fools" cleaning up the mess for me to cut my hands and feet.
Seeing the blood from the "idiot", I don't know if she hurts or not, but now that I think about it, I think my heart hurts a little.
These things have been done for a long time, tired people are tired, and they have to earn money to come back and buy them.
The "fool" didn't tell me this, and she herself would suffer at any moment.
Fortunately, I was "smart" and wanted to understand this truth, and I never did those things like throwing, smashing, and dumping again.
The "fool" also looked at these silently in his eyes, and the only thing on his face was the "silly" smile.
Young people always feel that everything is not going well, everything is not satisfactory, inexplicably irritable, and tantrums.
And my "fool" is also endured, let go, and silently undertakes all the housework.
Three meals a day are also served at the same time, and the mouth always hums a lyric:
"The flowers will bloom again after thanksgiving, and they will come again next spring, and the sorrow is not always there, so there is no need to worry about yourself."
I am sad, bitter, she, like no one, from time to time silly "flirting" I am happy.
Young people always love to compete, can't tolerate a little sand in their eyes, stubborn, insist on their own ideas, and always have to compete with others to win.
Every time at this time, my "fool" will bring me a cup of tea and tell me to drink some tea, don't worry, say slowly, etc. Will not be in a good mood.
Always standing on the sidelines "silly" laugh and don't help me set up a cavity.
Many times, I can't stand a stalemate with others, and it is my "fool" who "stupidly" smiles in front of others and helps me break the siege.
I often praise others and say that he is like that, but in fact, his heart and eyes are very good.
The young man always makes up his own mind about everything, and my "fool" will persuade me, but I can listen to it, and she does not dare to oppose it.
Sometimes when I was outside, my head was broken and bleeding, and she always healed and comforted me, just like my mother did to me when I was a child.
When you are helpless, you are lost like a baby, and the only thing left may be tears.
It was my "fool" who wiped away my tears like a mother and coaxed me to get used to me, so that I could smile from scratch.
He often hummed a self-composed lyric and sang in Beijing to mock me:
"Who said that boys don't shed tears, but not when they are sad."
When I was young, I was too righteous, always suffered losses and cheated outside, caused a great blow to myself, always did not know where the road was, where to go, there was no direction and no hope.
And my "idiot" is always very relieved, just like no one else.
When I often use the Beijing accent to slowly chant "teasing" me:
Money is paper, life does not bring, death does not bring, go will come again, officials, it is okay, as long as there is you, everything will be.
My "idiot" often makes me laugh.
In this way, half of my life has passed, and my children have grown up, so I think about it calmly, isn't it all up to me as a "fool"?
Gave me this family, raised my children to grow up, had a stable life, and had everything I have today.
If you think about it, it's not her, it's everything I have today.
Twilight looked back, and knew that the real fool was me, not her.
It was she who crossed me, made me successful, made me mature and let me grow up.
She was so silent, she was guiding me and teaching me everywhere.
She did so quietly, and she was demonstrating to me on the way to this half of her life, making me wake up.
And I, the so-called smart, was mistaken by the smart, and I didn't understand or understand.
When I know and understand, youth is gone, it is twilight.
Fortunately, I have her in this life.
Looking back on half his life, the pillow man, the wife, was like a kind mother.
She has always been holding on to this family, meticulously paying everything for this family, and she has always cared for me without complaint and regret, making me change from a boy to a man.
In half of her life, her wife was like a good companion.
Whether I am good or bad, right or wrong, I always never give up, patiently waiting for me to soberly understand the truth of life, it is she who let me learn responsibility, responsibility, love and love.
For half a lifetime, the wife was like a lover.
In the boring life, my wife often treats me like a child, teasing, giggling, adding a lot of fun to life, and often making me like a lover's passion and expectation.
In the twilight years, I knew that it was you who used your heart to cross me and achieve me, and it was you who saved me from danger in my life, and protected me with peace and a thorough life.
You, the man on the pillow, are my wife in this life, and it is my great fortune that I am like a Buddha in me, crossing my life.
In this life, thank you all the way.