She was once a lonely bird with no one to rely on,
In the most difficult time, I was illuminated by a ray of light.
Later, she met the owner of the light.
One room, two people, one little tail.
There is porridge in the morning, there is wind in the evening,
Ordinary days are full of tenderness and tenderness.
It turns out that the best love is
It's never vigorous,
But put all the tenderness,
All warm into three meals a day.
——Pure love heals, runs in both directions, has you for three meals and four seasons
