First, feelings for a long time, not love, but love gradually become dependent.
On weekdays, two people live on the three-point line, and there is little time to communicate together, and time gives the children cry and laugh. Days pass by like running water, and those happy or sad past events are washed to pieces by daily necessities. I wonder more than once how long my feelings can be kept fresh and how long love can last. Is it necessary for the rest of my life to grow old in this dull way? But I don't know, when I was lying in the hospital bed, helplessly watching the medicine drip into my blood, he kept shuttling in the ward to see if the medicine was fast or not and if the patient looked good. When all the silent language became busy inside and outside, I really began to know him again, and at that moment I re-read the temperature of the word love.
Second, no matter how busy and tired you are, you should take time to adjust your body and mind; Change your attitude and let yourself live a relaxed and happy life.
When you are not ready to be hospitalized, you want to finish the work at hand and go to treatment when there are few things; After a week of sick leave, few former compatriots still remember themselves, even if they make a phone call and send a message. Of course, I didn't tell anyone about this small problem in my unit. The only boss who knew about it worried about asking questions before and after, and came to see himself with flowers and greetings before he died. Suddenly began to believe such a sentence: don't take yourself too seriously, there are not so many people at work who care too much about you, and you don't have so many audiences. . . . . A healthy body is not only a guarantee for your work, but also a reassuring explanation for your family.
Third, the wife's wife, few couples, the most beautiful is the sunset.
Because I live in a health building, the ward is almost full of patients who take injections during the day and go home at night. There is an old lady about eighty years old by the wall. After a long time, she learned more and more about her family: the old lady was an intellectual of that era and the old man was a soldier. She was seldom at home when she was young. It was the old lady who raised her four children when she worked alone. Today, their children are the best in the financial world. When their children rushed to the hospital to visit the elderly, they saw that the old lady who was still taking intravenous drip didn't talk about her health at all, but she was worried about her children's health: don't always focus on work regardless of her health, and her blood pressure is high again. . . . . . People in their forties and fifties are always children and happy in front of their mothers. They all come and go in a hurry. Only the old man accompanied her to do one physical examination after another, watching the two old people chat contentedly, but I was moved beyond words. What kind of love is vigorous, the sunset is the most beautiful and warmest.
I haven't settled down to think about such a thing for a long time. If one day I really calm down and live in my own world, I will suddenly find that those noisy and impetuous people are really insignificant, and I will try my best to enjoy everything that life has given me without looking for a partner. I am my best friend. Looking at the old couple in the same ward and their relatives who are worried about their health, compassion and wisdom come to mind, a new way of life, a new mood, and the flowers in my heart bloom unconsciously. There is no fanaticism, no distractions, and 37 degrees of warmth. Everything is so beautiful.