love has become porridge

One day, I saw my husband's white hair on the temples, and I felt sad. How many days have passed by like a meteor in our noisy and noisy: when I was young, I sent my child to kindergarten in the morning, and was about to go out. It's not easy for my mother to raise me, his father is sick and waiting for his grandson... all reasons. One is a teacher, the other is a young man of literature, both of them can speak well; wars will break out over whether to eat dumplings or noodles for a meal; because he forgets our wedding anniversary, the quarrel is so great that he even thinks of divorce.

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As we get older, we are not confused or confused, and we do not know the destiny. Although we are not as sharp as we were in our 20s, and are much gentler, there are still times when we blush and have thick necks. Thinking about this journey, it's really not easy.

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Of course, there are also sunny days. I remember when he picked me up on a rainy day, he put on my clothes and sang songs while soaking in the rain. Here are the words of his constant comfort, and the picture that he was afraid that I would freeze, so he tore off the sleeve of a ragged cotton coat and put it on my leg to keep out the cold; I remember my mother was sick, he guarded the ward, and was mistaken for it by others. The appearance of his son; I still remember how he taught the child to the lights in the middle of the night, and the two of them were cooking fireworks for homely meals in the small kitchen; and the embarrassment that he had to carry cement upstairs to save money when he moved. . . . bit by bit flashed through my mind. We've been together for 30 years, and in fashionable terms, this is called a pearl wedding.

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Pearl necklace, bright and dazzling. I prefer to compare our marriage to a string of bracelets made of sandalwood, which is simple and natural rather than meticulously crafted, quietly tasted, and fragrant; if you touch it carefully, there are many stories and memories.

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When I came home from a business trip, on the train, my colleague said, "I didn't notify the guy at home about the time I would arrive home. I walked in without knowing it and gave him a surprise." I joked, "I will go back without notifying me, only Surprise, no joy." The road to marriage has come so long, it's like a long and silent old song.

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After I went back, I heard him say, "I used to be afraid of you nagging at home. I happened to be quiet when you were on a business trip. I don't know why. Now that you are on a business trip, I always feel uneasy. The two are now friends." Entered the era of "wife" with him. Only then did I understand my parents' feelings of "If you are here, I feel at ease".

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Recently, my self-proclaimed "foodie" has a bad stomach. He happened to be on vacation, so he cooked porridge at home, almost every other day. The porridge was made of a lot of ingredients. In addition to rice, there were red dates, raisins, peanuts, wolfberry and almonds. It was sweet and sticky, mild and chewy. The two people were drinking porridge, and every time they made a sucking sound, they both laughed and joked: "It seems that when you are old, you can only cook porridge and drink porridge together."

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Without the romance of "you and me" in the past few months, and the quarrels of high and low when you were young and vigorous, now, it is as plain as a bowl of porridge, sticky, and sighs over the other party's gray hair, giving birth to sympathy and harmony. Another kind of understanding and cherishing comes, there is the gratitude that accompanies each other, and the stability that has been completed, I call this state "love has become porridge".

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This porridge needs to be boiled slowly and tasted slowly!