Operating marriage

Marriage Crisis has appeared more and more in modern society. Throughout the development of society, society is progressing, but divorce rate is greatly improving. Why is it like this? In the old society, people’s marriage was just a matchmaker’s words. Sometimes before they got married, men and women had no chance to hug each other, walk together and talk together, some even haven’t seen each other before they get married. They don’t even know whether they look good or bad. However, in that kind of marriage, they still want to stay together and love each other, spend a lifetime together and grow old together. But now the Society has developed. What is self-talk, hug, date, Kiss, share romantic love, two-person world, unmarried cohabitation, trial marriage, is really a pattern, however, the crisis of marriage still appears from time to time. Therefore, modern people should have more ideas: operating marriage. Yes, marriage needs to be operated, just like flowers need rain and sunshine to moisten marriage needs to be operated with love. In today’s diverse and complicated society, extramarital love, Xiao San, Bao er, one-night stands really emerge one after another, so if you don’t pay attention, marriage will light up a red light. Of course, in the face of a truly hopeless marriage, divorce is the best relief and way out. However, for a marriage that has not yet reached the desperate situation, we should have more communication, you can also use love to operate with one more heart. Marriage needs to be run with love. Mutual trust, tolerance, understanding, help, understanding, tolerance and communication will bring vitality and color to marriage life, bringing harmony and joy. An upright and responsible good man should be able to deal with his relationship with friends with different names other than his wife, and should not let his wife be hurt in the communication, it will not affect their friendship and legitimate contacts with their friends, nor will they engage in extramarital love. They should be absolutely loyal and responsible to their wives if they find Xiao San, Bao Jun, and have a one-night stand. I have a friend who has low culture, small mind and poor family conditions. His wife is often very dissatisfied with him, which makes him more sensitive, he monitors his wife almost fourteen hours a day. He does not allow his wife to have any friends of the opposite sex. If his wife goes out for a day, he will definitely make dozens of phone calls to ask what she is doing at the moment, who she is with and who she is online. He will secretly log on to his wife’s QQ and check her chat records, he would read his wife’s diary, which he did almost every day. He did not allow his wife to have any independent space and privacy. Even if his wife is still loyal to what he loves him, even if his wife has done enough to live a hard life with him willingly, there is no cheating, even his wife and friends with different names are just a kind of legitimate relationship of pure friendship. He also cares very much. The final result is that his wife is more and more disgusted with him, and he himself was so tired and poor that he finally suffered from mental illness and ended up breaking up with his wife. There are also such women who always feel that they are not married well and that their husband is better than others. She loves someone else’s husband blindly, even once in a while, he would go out of the wall with his husband on his back. Over time, the relationship between husband and wife became more rigid and bad, and a good marriage and family were all broken up by himself. Why make everything so complicated? Why do you want to live so hypocritical and so tired? Why are you so tired of dealing with emotional entanglement? Why not cherish fate and own? Why not learn to be simple and happy and live happily? There is no end to human desire. Why can’t one be satisfied and happy? Why can’t one control one’s desire? Why can’t we cherish what we already have and the close lover around us who deserves your love? I think when you are tired, his greeting, a phone call and a cup of hot tea will make you feel warm. When you are sick, he will put down everything in his hand to guard you and take care of you. You like listening to that song “The most romantic thing”: the most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you slowly, until we are too old to go anywhere, you still regard me as the treasure in your heart, touching this sincere love and touching this beautiful marriage life that depends on each other. Friends, please cherish the person you already have around you, give him a pure love, and give yourself a real romance! May 7, 2013

Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) Phoenix mountain spring outing

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Autumn, a strong and beautiful…

Autumn wind is heavy, autumn feeling. Wind, touch every inch of skin gently, like your cold hand, caress my bronze cheek. The autumn wind falls all over the ground, weighing thousands and tens of thousands, silently and silently. That is the wings of Fengshen. In early autumn, the weather is still a little warm. The landscape of the Earth is still green. At night, the Moonlight is like water and mirror. You go to the middle of the pond and pick up the remaining lotus seeds yourself. The moon, the cool glow under the wine, was paved into a slightly shiny light yarn, covering the whole pond. On the River Pond, the dense decline leaves are in the sky, and the scenery of the sky and leaves is endless. In the autumn of this year, it will never recover again. The moon is as bright as the Golden Palace in the sky, full of profits. You look up and look at the moon affectionately, with a sad smile on the corners of your mouth. Such a long, long, long, looking, what are you thinking about? Do you miss your relatives who are far away from the end of the world and at the corner of the sea? Do you still not want to feel the faint full moon like your heart, or do you feel sad that your life will be like this autumn leaf. At the end, silent? In the pond, fish are still wandering around. You hold fishnet and gently drip. Fish seem to know your heart and swim to the center of fishnet. Those fish in camouflage clothes, they were wandering around the internet one after another, and they were not comfortable. In fact, your net is laid on the water surface of the pond, leaving a little game for colorful fish quietly. You bend down and admire the lively and lovely water elves in the bright moonlight. You sing the song of Phoenix Legend: I am like a fish in your pond, just waiting for the Manchurian wild rice moonlight with you. After swimming through the four seasons, the flowers are still fragrant, leaving you in the middle of the water. You sing softly, with hoarse sadness floating in your voice. What are you thinking? Is this song touching the softest place in your heart, or do you miss the Moonlight beauty of the lotus pond in the past, or sigh that you can’t live freely in a beautiful world like a fish? The next morning, you came to the River Pond and looked at the Willow weeping, listening to the sound of the birds and the rhythm of the cicada, as if the gentle intoxication was written on your face. In the pond, most lotus leaves have withered and rotted on the water. However, according to me, you pointed to the half green and half yellow lotus leaf excitedly. Look, how clear and bright the water drops above are. The rain last night was really a timely rain. Look, although most of the lotus flowers have been thanked, the flower under your lotus leaf is still open shyly, as if it is cardamom girl who just came out of her boudoir. You took my hand and ran to the other side of the lotus pond. There are many lotus flowers that are not easily discovered by people. It is really beautiful. Pink is revealed in the white, which is like a goddess in Wonderland, immortal and independent, enchanting without affectation, holy, elegant, Noble you pull me, keep talking, the smile on his face is a little less sad than last night, more beautiful. Dear, what are you thinking? Is it the beauty that has not been opened in my heart for a long time that is rippled by the beautiful lotus flowers like poems in front of me? Is it the last time that I am determined not to be sad any more and spend the rest of my deep love with me? Or is there a little light of hope burning a strong soul in your heart? In late autumn, in the boundless cold, in the falling leaves, and in your growing weakness, it finally came. You and I came to the river pond again, but all the scenery was no longer there. The Willow was cut off, and the River Pond was dead and boring. Wind blowing, I will add clothes for you. The fish did not know where to swim; There were long hairy algae floating on the water. A cleaner pulled the dead lotus leaves to the shore with a bamboo hook, and the other went deep into the pond, sorting the lotus leaves and lotus seedpod over and over again. Several children found lotus seedpod in a large pile of lotus leaves and dug out lotus seeds. At this time, your face is calm without any pain. You said to me in anger: dear, do I look like this bleak pond now? No, in my heart, you are the most beautiful, you have a kind heart, God will bless you! Dear, look at that lotus seed, it will be buried deep in the soil next year. In early summer, it must be the lotus leaves in the pond Dancing with the wind, and the lotus flowers in the pond are slightly fragrant, it’s time for the empty butterfly bees to spread pollen! Then, you must be strong and live until early summer next year. Let’s look at the flower of life in a season! You were tired, lying next to me on the grass full of yellow flowers, and fell asleep unconsciously. For a long time, I called you, but you never woke up, and the wig fell on the grass. I hugged you and cried bitterly. My wife, why are you so miserable? Why are you so cruel? I left late autumn without saying goodbye. I stood on your grave, I will send you a withered lotus seedpod, so that you in heaven can become a fragrant and elegant lotus in early summer, and I will come to this pond, the pulse looks at you affectionately, as if you are in front of my eyes again, my wife beside me, autumn is your love language, autumn is your soul, autumn is your strong and beautiful heart. I will live well and bring you and my common beautiful memories.

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

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Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

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Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

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I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

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