Life with you

　　 Twenty-five years ago today, you and I walked hand in hand into the hall of marriage. Since then, I have had you in my life. You became my husband, I became your wife, and our hearts and hands reflect each other, no longer separated.

　　 The old man said: "A husband and wife are destined by God. I don't know if this is true or not, but I believe that you and I must have had a good destiny in our previous lives, and must have practiced together for thousands of years, otherwise we would not have been so familiar with each other at first sight, and our personalities were so similar, and our actions were so tacit, and we would have kept so many memories of each other? Even love at first sight!

　　 The first time I saw you was the day after I entered the university. You came to my dormitory, the body a little thin, wearing a gray suit, a little old-fashioned not very spiritual, but the eyes are very firm, introduced yourself as a sophomore hometown, asked what need help no, speak slowly but spit out clear ideas are very clear. I did not have the timidity and shyness of meeting a stranger for the first time and was willing to talk to you. Later, when I heard that you were the editor of the school's literary club and a class officer, I was impressed with you. When there is nothing to do, I would like to talk with you about life, literature, and family. After dinner, we walked along the river road together, talking about the mountains, ideals, and stories; on Sundays, we visited scenic spots, climbed mountains to enjoy the great rivers and mountains, or cycled around the city. The university period, away from the parents' constraints and complaints, life self, no longer for the study of racking brains, no longer for the future of confusion, is the most difficult to forget the most spontaneous life of the good times.

　　 The time of youth is very short, full of poetry and happiness. You are going to graduate, I have a kind of indescribable lingering and uneasiness. You can see that, advise me not to worry, said you will come back to see me. I didn't believe you, it was so far away, and I had just started working, how could I have the time and money? But a month later, you appeared in front of my dormitory, bringing me snacks from home and a big box of fruit, saying that my mother asked you to send it over. At that moment, I was touched, and my eyes even welled up with tears, happiness, or missing. I'm not sure. Although the wind and dust, only two hours, and then rushed back overnight, I was happy: this is a man of his word! Over the next year, you made a total of four trips to school, almost every two months. I was touched again and again. After we got married, you said that to save up for these visits, to save up for travel expenses, and to make time, you ate almost one meal a day and did not have Sundays off. When I heard this, I was so heartbroken that I cried bitterly.

　　 One of the hardest things to forget was your last vacation when we agreed to return to school together. But that day, I deliberately did not go because I had something on my mind, thinking that you could not wait for me to go alone. Unexpectedly, the next day, when I stepped into the ticket hall, I saw you sitting on a stool in the corner, your face was gray, your eyes were very misty, the whole person drooped in the corner, very despondent, helpless, and painful look. I was stunned at first, and immediately realized that I had made a big mistake: I couldn't catch a person who was so faithful and persistent! I was so sorry that I ran to apologize. You didn't have much of an expression, you just said lightly come on, let's go. Later, you forgave me, and I was no longer capricious, no longer ego began to become considerate, and gentle, and began to learn to care about people, for the sake of others. It can be said that this incident greatly educated me, shook me, but also decided my life trajectory: God destined you can not argue, not to mention that there is such a person to accompany your life, love you as yourself, what else is demanding? What is there not to satisfy? From then on, I began to wholeheartedly and you dating, willingly do your girlfriend.

　　 The wedding, no beautiful wedding dress, no elegant auditorium, no family and friends, no singing blessings, even decent new clothes are not, only a few friends and relatives gathered together, a simple meal, the usual can not be normal, simply can not be simple. Although parents because too shabby secretly touch tears, but we still have silly smiles, full of joy, and will be happy to show. Because we believe: that as long as we love each other, everything will be fine, there will always be bread!

　　 A low old room given by the unit on a wooden bed became a home. We can't live without oil, salt, and vinegar, but our wages are so small that they are less than 150 yuan, and we have to pay respect to both parents, so we can only have light meals, and sometimes even the money for food is not enough, not to mention the fruit and nutrients. When I was pregnant, an experienced old man reminded me to eat more apples for my children's white skin and more walnuts for my children's black hair. I just said I understood, thank you, and laughed it off. During that time, although the hardships, we still live very happy, after working together cooking, laughing together, something you business I understand, often share an apple, grab a bowl of noodle soup; sometimes for a banana left to each other and put rotten, looking at the inedible banana, pointing at each other's nose, unfortunately, scolded "blame you, blame you, on you. "But happiness still can not hide on the face. I think: perhaps, the ancients must have done so when they made the words "to raise the case, respect each other like a guest"!

　　 People say: the home is the brewery of love and happiness, is full of warmth and touching waiting to taste the glass of wine. I said: the home is a refuge when you encounter frustration outside; is happy when the comfort of the house; is the trouble when the vent; is hungry to eat thirsty to drink sleepy to sleep place. Since there is this home, I will have to rely on: tired and sleepy, you will embrace me into your arms until you enter a sweet dream; aggrieved by the angry, you will guide me to comfort me, until a good laugh; harvest progress happy, you will encourage me to spur me on, and I laugh together; angry with the annoying brain, I will scold you, and you are like a little student who made a mistake, where the good shrink silent. In this home, I am the supreme glory, omnipotent little princess, and you are the low brows and eyes, obedient to the old grandmother. Home, so I feel, is the world of people entangled in the noise, the warmest place to go.

　　Later, we have more than a hundred square feet of building, with a comfortable cowhide sofa, with high-end furnishings, both parents also moved into the city, with others have everything; more fortunate is that the son is smart and understanding, learning, kind and self-improvement, from elementary school to university, has been a class cadre; through our efforts, they have also been a great development, have become the backbone of the unit business, both promoted to leadership positions. Both of us have been promoted to leadership positions and are flying together. It can be said that it is the end of suffering and sweetness. This has led to envy, jealousy, and disbelief from others. But we understand that it is love that brings happiness, it is love that gives sweetness.

　　 Now, we have passed the age of confusion, no longer have so much vision of life, more future no longer have any extravagant expectations, only hope to live an uneventful, healthy and happy life. I only hope that leisure to sit under the sunny window, brew a pot of good tea, chat with you about the ancients, interested when the pen and brush, expressing the pleasure of the chest. I only hope that there is time to accompany you to step more mountains and waters, more beautiful rivers and mountains, to live a period of travel and play in the mountains and waters of the fairy days. I only hope that my parents are healthy and well, so I can have one more meal with them, chat with them one more time, and make them happy one more time. I just hope that my son is happy and doing what he wants to do and that we can help him with some of the work he can do. The day we grow old, when our temples are gray and our steps are hobbled, you and I will gather around the fire, counting the traces of time and laughing about the relentlessness of the years in our wrinkles and gray hair.

　　 In this life, you came only to walk with me. Thank you for having me in your life!