Qianqiu

That year, she was 19 years old, and he was 3 years older than her. When she met him, he was a muddle-by-day bastard; When she fell in love with him, he was a poor boy with nothing; She married him for the sake of being completely stiff with his family and leaving home. There are many people chasing her, and there are many people who have done more than him. She occasionally wondered what she liked about him. Is it the umbrella he held up for her in the wind and rain? Is it the shabby slippers he wears every time he comes to see himself? Is it his scared face when he is angry? Or is it his plain oath that people still cannot forget? She is in poor health, he knows. Every time he saw her pale face due to illness, he regretted and blamed himself. He regretted that he had not met her several years earlier, when her illness was not serious; He regretted that he could not share any pain for her; He blamed himself for doing nothing these years; he blamed himself for having no money to cure her. His parents and sisters said he was stupid and married a burden back. Not only could he help him, but he needed to take care of him. But he never regretted marrying her. She was his destiny. He didn’t believe in fate before he met her. He is notorious in the village, and she knows it. His reputation had spread to her village thousands of miles away. Her parents told her: he is not your beloved person, and you will have a hard time married. Hard work? How can it be hard to be with him! She thought so. After getting married, people in his village told her: you will not be happy, he is not a good person!. After he knew it, he fought with those who said this, and then returned to their home with green marks on his face. At the age of 22 and 25, she welcomed their first child. That’s a daughter. At that time, it was still the old society, and giving birth to a daughter was one thing that people would laugh! Everyone in the village said that he took care of her so well that he still gave birth to a daughter! At this time, he was no longer the young man who loved to solve problems by force. He used his actions to prove to everyone that he loved her and their children. He bought new clothes, new toys and baby carriages for their children. You know, the money was all the lunch money saved by his odd jobs in the city. One night when he came home, he saw his daughter asleep beside her, and she also fell asleep. He took out three candies from his pocket and put them on the table. It was the candy that the boss’s sister got married and sent to their workers, saying that it also made them feel happy. He was not willing to eat it and secretly put the candy away, ready to take it home for her to eat. Put the sugar, borrowed a bowl of rice from his parents, and he began to cook. He had never cooked before meeting her. Although the days are plain and bitter, they are also sweet. His daughter was over one year old, and he told her that he would go out to work. She said nothing and silently bought two new clothes for him. For so many years, she has never been willing to make a dress for herself, even the cheapest one. Her clothes were given by the villagers. He didn’t want to leave home, his daughter, or her. He knew that her illness was getting worse and worse. It is not enough to cure her illness only by working part-time jobs on her own. He wanted her to be good and accompany him through this life. A year later, he came back with the money he earned for her. But she told him that she was fine and could hold on. He never denied her words, even in this matter. He promised her that he would not let her do things she did not want to do, and would not let her suffer. He cheated her to the hospital and on the operating table. In fact, she had already seen his intention, but she didn’t say clearly that she enjoyed the beauty. She almost couldn’t get up again on the operating table, but she heard him calling her name and her daughter crying. She knew that she couldn’t let them go. She couldn’t let their father and daughter alone. This family couldn’t leave anyone. Later, he slowly played his own world and often entertained outside. But he always called home and told her where he was going, so that she didn’t have to wait for herself. He loved her and his heart never changed. He would often bring some small things home, or wedding candy, or kumquat, or small bags of melon seeds, which he was not willing to eat in the Tibetan package and specially brought back for her. Although these things have not been worth much money, their habits have not changed. One day, the 18-year-old daughter quarreled with her because she hoped her daughter could go out for a summer job and exercise herself. My daughter yelled at her: you didn’t go to work and let dad keep it. Why should I go! He was so angry that he scolded his daughter: how can you talk to your mother like this! I am willing to raise your mother! I am happy and willing to raise her even if she doesn’t go to work all her life! He once said to her: you don’t have to do anything, I will raise you. I still have the ability to support you. You just go out to play cards, go shopping, or cook for us every day. He has no requirements for her, as long as she is good. Every time on her birthday, no matter how busy he is, he will come back and fry some dishes in person to celebrate her birthday. After that, he would take the initiative to wash the bowl. He wouldn’t say anything sweet. When she washed his feet well, he went to bed. This year she 43, he 46. It is still a plain day or a constant habit. He is used to having her in life, and she is used to having him in life. He never said he loved her, nor did she say he loved her. Their love turns into a little bit of life early and flows to the distant forever.

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

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Looking back, I have you in my dim light

In life, there will always be one person who will let you stay far away and wait, silent, silent, not surprised, not disturbed. The petals of the broken thoughts in the bottom of the heart are floating alone in the flow of time, and there is no need to fall in love or pour into the city. ——- Remember some past years, although it has been long-standing and light. In the warm spring day, there is no need for the spring breeze to blow. That old word is swaying in the silent night. I sigh in my heart, your warmth is like beautiful petals one by one, filling the path of my memory. Lin Huiyin said: on the stem of memory, no one has three or two flowers with emotion, which are undestined to unfold. In my years, although there is only one season of watching, but the sincerity and warmth, in my eyes, the heart is full of fragrance. However, the brilliance of that moment, fleeting, recalled, still warm heart. Bai Xiaomei said: time is like water, and things are shifting. Many personnel go their separate ways and do not know where they are. Fate is a magical River, in which we paddle and float, heading in their respective directions. In the future without agreement, it will meet unexpectedly one day. It’s like a past of the previous dynasties, a opera with years of experience and an ancient book. Being dyed by mixed fireworks and washed by the sad and warm world, there is still a kind of peace between the end of the world and the end of the world. Sitting at the Ferry of the years, leaning lightly against the lintel of spring, reading other people’s stories, streaming their tears and understanding some right and wrong. Listen to the dust with low eyebrows, listen to the dust and mud rippling in the spring breeze, the kind of light broken, I don’t know whether it woke up the silence of this moment or caused the drunk in the yearning. In this warm season, listen to a Narcissus quietly pulling out, watch an early spring apricot blooming branches, warm a pot of light tea, listen to a song of guzheng, in order to meet a chance, be indifferent. In this vigorous early spring, the leisure sorrow created in the reinforced concrete faded, walked into the red dust of the countryside, and enjoyed a return to the original nature in harmony and tranquility, leave a infatuation in your mind and transfer for thousands of years. At midnight, he held a cup of light tea and listened to blossom in the field in a melodious song “high mountains and rivers. With a woman’s shallow mind, she walked through the leisurely ancient poems. The beautiful feelings rolled up in the quiet night, flowing alone in the river of time. Outside the window, the tipsy spring breeze tapped the window sill, and the Starlight was as cool as water. Tonight, I want to be a woman in Song Ci, wandering under the garden and drunk alone. Who sent the Golden Book in the cloud? When I came back goose, how could the West Building of the Moon go forward and have a wisp of lovesickness? Wu Yin was so charming in the constant drunk across the Xishan Mountain. Who is the white hair? Collect the flowers full of love and smile skillfully. Use a delicate heart-shaped glass box to hold warm flowers. When we get out these beautiful petals and smell the fragrance of amber in the past few years, there will be a lot of interest in the flowers by then. In recent years, the wind and clouds are still quiet. In time, I pursue some dark fragrance in the past. Everything smiles lightly between my eyebrows and eyes, and there are light marks between my lips and teeth. In the night of the spring, a low eyebrow whispered: Looking back, I have you in the dim light.

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

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…

Linjia Lane

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…

Linjia Lane

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…

The confusion of summer night

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…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…