The other day I came across an article about a couple's small, everyday fragments of a bland and genuine relationship.
The author's mom and dad are a couple who have been in love for thirty years, with quite a few stumbles in between.
But no matter how much they bicker, Mom can't escape Dad's softening and admitting defeat.
Love his mom's words:
"Let your father is not letting anyone else, the family ah, is not a place of reasoning, but a place of love."
The love of the older generation can always be envied, so simple and strong.
While the two would sometimes have small quarrels, they never thought of giving up on each other as an exit to solve their problems.
As Woody Woods said in "Once Upon a Time", "The days were slow, the cars, the horses, the mail were slow, and there was only enough time in a lifetime to love one person".
Love stories in those days were always a little romantic with twists and turns, and tenderness was hidden in the triviality, and my parents were no exception.
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My mom and dad, as I remember them, were like a young couple whose freshness never got old; he was making a scene, she was laughing.
But sometimes they were like old friends who had known each other all their lives, both calmly exchanging advice and discussing solutions when things went wrong, sensibly more like comrades in arms.
There is always something to talk about when they are together, from the price of cabbages at the market to the exchange of ideas at work.
My mother is a nagging woman, usually we are out of the study or go on a trip with friends, she always long voice short voice to urge this and that, every time she was annoyed by her.
But she always got a response from my dad, even when she was talking to herself, my dad could get a few words in.
So she couldn't help but share all the little things with him, as if she were gossiping with her little sister.
It's true what they say on the Internet: "The next time I want to share something depends on how you responded last time. If you don't find me annoying, then we'll have a lot to talk about."
Unlike most of their peers, their relationship has not been secularized, and has even become more stable over time.
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I remember when I was a kid, my uncle got married out of town and invited my parents to his wedding.
But because we are still young, if both go that no one at home to take care of us, so dad did not go, mom and aunt went to the scene to congratulate.
It's funny, without my mom's cooking skills, my dad was just as confused as a kid when it came to taking care of us.
The memory of those four days in a row are eating noodles, today is chicken noodles tomorrow is pork noodles, even if the rice is also with the bought cooked food.
Just a few days, my father was life molded into a broken mouth, every day chattering about how my mother has not come back, almost can not survive.
Sometimes they have small quarrels, but the cold war is only two days at most and then make up.
The worst fight I can remember was the one in elementary school.
I can't remember the exact reason for the fight, but I remember that my dad broke a lot of things and my mom froze in shock.
We just got home from school and we didn't dare to talk, but luckily they saw us coming home and didn't continue to argue.
Afterward, I didn't ask them what they were arguing about because they wouldn't have been able to speak clearly about adult matters.
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But compared to their sweet, sweet routine, this conflict battle was nothing.
My dad is a man who cares a lot about his image, whether it's from his clothes or his demeanor.
But in my mom's case, the stubbornness is gone in an instant, the company she danced with on the square dance, the handbag will never stick in the pants pocket.
Outside he is a serious man, at home he is a funny father and husband.
Whenever I'm home, I'm always caught off guard by their dog food, and my dad always makes my mom laugh, and they get along like a couple when they first got together.
Despite the fact that they sometimes disagree with each other, they still secretly praise each other's strengths when they are alone with us.
Dad would get mad at mom for not responding to my long awaited messages, and call me directly to urge me to hurry up and tell her I was okay.
Mom would also secretly remind me to prepare little surprises for dad a few days before his birthday, and would subconsciously bring back dad's favorite food after every shopping trip.
Shopping with my sisters, I always spent the longest time in the men's clothing and apparel stores, and basically every time I came home, I would bring my dad a dress or a belt.
They don't make a big deal about declaring their love for their partner, but they show it in every part of their lives.
This relationship lasted for more than two decades at a time, and despite the fact that over the years they often bickered and had sex, they never once thought of leaving each other.
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Everyone often thinks that love is different from affection, and after the passion subsides, there is only the triviality of the wood, rice, oil, salt, vinegar, and tea, and the triviality of the chicken and garlic.
Just like the current "fast food love", between the two sides of the faded freshness left only boredom and boredom, so that the relationship is not long.
In this era of overflowing emotions, it is always a good idea to look back at the sincere love of the older generation.
This kind of love, unlike the youthful hormonal outbursts out of the mouth of the oath of allegiance, more is a slow flow like, fine flow in every small detail of life in the love.
The person who really loves you will always confirm his feelings for you on the action, not across the screen on the promise of permanent vow.
In this era, there are really people who love each other y for many years, but they never say what is love.
Young love like fire love will eventually retreat, only the company is the most romantic confession.
Finally, I hope we can all be loved for many, many years.
Wish you are both his first sight of love is also his hand in hand to the old other half.