These seven stories are very short, but they all talk about one theme - love! I really hope you can read each story. It won’t take long, but I guarantee you will feel the feeling of being shocked! The key taken away He met her on the train, he sat opposite her, he was a painter. He had been painting her, and when he gave the sketch to her, they learned that they lived in the same city as each other. Within two weeks, she knew he was the love of her life. That year, she became a bride, which was like realizing a dream. It felt so good. However, life after marriage is like a struck match. Once it is polished, there is no more light. He is informal, does not care about cleanliness, and is not good at socializing. He advocates freedom and likes to be unrestrained. Although she is as well-behaved as the Lamb of God, he still feels that marriage constrains him. But they still love each other, and he has good character and never flirts with women. She divorced him in tears, but took away the keys to the house. She no longer cared about his disheveled hair, what time he rested, where he went or who he was with, she just cleaned the room and cleaned up the garbage as always. He is also used to her visiting intermittently, and loves her more romantically than in marriage. She enjoys candlelight dinners, hiking trips, and rose beds not in love and marriage, but now. Except that the bright red marriage certificate turned into a dark green divorce certificate, they were no different from a couple. Later, he finally became a famous artist, and the paintings piled high by feet turned into dozens of colorful banknotes. She helped him run the business, manage it, and spend it for him. They lived like that until he was diagnosed with terminal cancer. When he was dying, he held her hand and asked her why she would stay with him all her life without regrets. She told him that love lasts much longer than marriage. When the marriage ends, love does not, so she will stay with him for the rest of his life. Yes, love is longer than the length of marriage. After marriage ends, love can continue. Love does not depend on the form of marriage, but on the content. Broken Vase He and she were college classmates. He came from a remote rural area and she came from a prosperous city. His father was a farmer and her father was a manager. In addition to these, no one did not say that they were a perfect match. Despite the strong opposition of her family, they finally came together. He is a candidate assigned to a targeted assignment and can only return to the predetermined unit after graduation. She gave up the job her father had found and followed him back to his county. He works as a clerk in the bureau, and she teaches in a middle school, leading a hard but peaceful life. In today's world of materialistic desires, this kind of love is no less than a Hollywood "classic". That day, it was very cold. She dragged her body with a bad cold and worked at school to make up for the students who had missed classes. She called him and asked him to go home early and cook. But when she returned home tired and hungry, he was not there. The house was cold and there was no sign of people. Just as she was about to get up to cook, he came back. She asked him where he was and he said that since she couldn't come back to cook, he went out to eat. She was very sad and walked into the bedroom with tears in her eyes. When she walked past the coffee table, the corner of her skirt scraped off the vase on the coffee table. The vase fell to the ground and broke. Half a year later, she left the county and returned to the bustling city. This is marriage, strong yet fragile. Just like a beautiful vase, placed in a suitable position, it can withstand the weathering of the years, but as long as it is touched lightly and dropped to the ground, it may become countless pieces. Dripping Window Eaves He and she were childhood sweethearts, so familiar with each other that their breathing frequencies were similar. As time goes by, marriage becomes dull and depressing. She knew that he was considerate and good-hearted, but she still felt dissatisfied. She asked him, why are you not interesting at all? He smiled awkwardly, how could you be considered interesting? Later, she wanted to leave him. He asked, why? She said, I hate this stagnant life. He said, let God decide. If it rains tonight, it will be God's will that brings us together. At night, as soon as she fell asleep, she heard the sound of raindrops hitting the window. She was shocked, was it really raining? She got up and walked to the window. Water was dripping on the glass. She looked at the night sky, but it was full of stars! She climbed to the top of the building and oh my god! He was pouring water downstairs one ladle at a time. Her heart moved and she hugged him gently from behind. Marriage needs a little fun, it is like an oasis in the desert, making our tired eyes feel hope and beauty, and appropriately giving the "left hand" and "right hand" a fresh feeling. The last trip. He was a design engineer, and she was a teacher in the middle school graduating class. They both missed the best season of love, and later they met through someone's introduction. There is no earth-shattering process, just get along calmly and get married naturally. On the third day after his marriage, he went to his workplace to work overtime. In order to catch up with the plan, he would even work all night long and stay away from home for several days and nights. She is busy with the management of the graduating class and often comes home late. For their respective careers, they are like two tops, spinning at high speed on their own orbits. After seeing off her graduating class, she began to re-examine her life and her marriage. She didn't know how much she felt in his heart. She didn't seem to remember that he said she loved him. One day, she asked him if he loved her, and he said of course he did, otherwise how could he get married. She asked him why he didn't say he loved her, and he said he didn't know how to say it. She took out the written divorce agreement, and he was stunned and said, let's go on a trip. I didn't even accompany you on the wedding honeymoon. I owe you a lot. They went to Zhangjiajie, a place with strange peaks and rocks.

The rainy weather matched their gloomy mood. Walking on the winding mountain road, she noticed that he always walked on the outside. She asked him why, and he said that the road was too slippery. He was afraid that the fence on the outside was not strong and that something might happen to her. Accidentally fell. Her heart suddenly felt warm, and she tore up the divorce agreement when she got home. Many times, love is buried deep in the heart, especially love during marriage. It is plain and indescribable, but it is real. There is an old couple living downstairs. The man is a retired division-level cadre, and the woman was the chief physician of a large hospital before retiring. Their two children, one is a middle-level cadre in a certain bureau, and the other Study abroad. One evening in autumn, I saw the old lady drying radishes. I was surprised that a family like hers still used their own vegetables to eat. I asked her, Aunt Zhang, do you still have pickles in your house? The old lady was very charming, and she smiled with happiness on her face. She said that Uncle Wang loved to eat the radish and pickles I made. He never got tired of eating them all his life. In the past, no matter how busy he was at work, he had to dry vegetables for him, let alone now that he is retired. Okay, how much time is there. Looking at the old man turning the vegetables, I suddenly remembered Mr. Lin Yutang's famous saying: Love someone from his belly. For those marriages that have gone through decades of ups and downs, love may really fall into the bowl, onto the "dried radish." Not every love is earth-shattering. In fact, simplicity is a state of marriage. The scenery around him is the same as that of the Xu family. They once loved each other so passionately, but as the years went by, he began to become indifferent. It was probably what people often call "aesthetic fatigue". The passion became less and less, and the heart began to Drifted. He started surfing the Internet, chatting on QQ, and looking for fresh feelings in the virtual world. One day, he saw a short article signed "Falling Maple Leaf" on a website, which was about a woman's disappointment in marriage and life. The beautiful words and the hint of sadness flowing through them deeply moved him. He didn't understand, how could her husband not cherish a woman with such delicate and rich feelings? He couldn't help but browse the woman's registration information, but found that the registered mailbox actually spelled out his wife's name. He was suddenly relieved. Wasn't his wife's name exactly "Feng"? How could he forget that his wife was a university student? As for the chairman of the literary club here, her marriage made her forget many of her hobbies. He walked into the kitchen and put his hands around his wife's waist from behind: "Let's go for a walk after dinner." My wife's shoulders trembled slightly: Has the sun risen from the west? Are you no longer online? He turned around to his wife, looked at her pretty face and said, I will walk with you every day from now on. "You don't know the true face of Mount Lu, just because you are in this mountain." People often say that there is no scenery around you, but in fact, the scenery is often around you. A docile husband. He and she are both small workers. Their salary is not high, but it is enough to live on. The husband is very ordinary, but the wife is very beautiful and smart. Because they both have time for each other, they go out to watch a movie, go to the park, or go out for dinner every month. As long as the wife wants, the husband will accompany her. He obeys his wife in everything, as long as she is happy, and as long as conditions permit, he never says "no", as if he never has any ideas of his own. Once, they went out for dinner, and the wife asked her husband to order. The husband said, "order what you like." The wife was a little angry, because you don't have any opinions of your own! Isn’t it a bit cowardly! The husband was stunned and sighed: I am just an ordinary worker. I cannot give you a spacious house or a beautiful car. I just want to give you the best within the scope of what I "can". There are humble men and women in the world, but there is no humble love. If you love her, give her the best. I think this should be regarded as the true meaning of marriage.

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