My Love My Home

Perhaps, this is not a particularly exciting novel. There are no flashes of swords and shadows like martial arts novels, nor is there the absurdity of time-travel novels. Because this is a true story, and the heroine of the story is myself. My surname is Zhang, and Yilan is my nickname, which is also the only name my father gave me. My lover's surname is Xu, and I named him Xu Jun in the novel. In the eyes of many people, Xu Jun and I are an extremely mismatched couple. Xu Jun is a handsome university professor with a doctorate degree; but I am an ordinary-looking rural woman who has not graduated from junior high school and is even four years older than him. When we announced our marriage just a few months after knowing each other, almost everyone was not optimistic about us. Some even asserted that our marriage could last for at most three years. Now we have been married for more than thirty years. Our marriage is like a jar of old wine, which becomes more and more fragrant with time. The fact that Xu Jun and I were able to get together in such a short period of time has surprised many people, and the fact that we can live happily together today is even more a miracle to many people. Some people say that I have a good life and am married to a great man; some say that I am very capable and that I am a legendary vixen woman; some even say that Xu Jun is childish and a big fool who is played around by a woman like me. I initially decided to write our story because Xu Jun was very ill at the time and I felt like I was going to lose him. If I could soar like Bai Suzhen, no matter what hardships and dangers I would face, I would definitely be like Bai Suzhen and seek the elixir of life without hesitation to save Xu Jun. But I don't know where to find the panacea, and I don't know how to take advantage of it. Faced with Xu Jun's increasingly serious condition, my fear is growing day by day. Sometimes I really wish I could turn into a bug, enter Xu Jun's body, crawl through every cell in his body, and swallow all the cells that made Xu Jun sick into my body. One night, I had a dream that Xu Jun really left me. When I woke up, I was so scared that I couldn't help but think wildly: If Xu Jun really fell like this, what should I do for him? How should I repay him for everything he has done for me? Mr. Zang Kejia once said this when commemorating Mr. Lu Xun: "Some people are alive, he is dead; some people are dead, he is still alive." Although in the eyes of the world, Mr. Xu is far less great than Mr. Lu Xun, but to me, Mr. Xu is my heaven. So I decided to write our story. I want people all over the world to know what a good man Xu Jun is. I want to use this method to keep Xu Jun alive forever. I feel that only in this way can I be worthy of everything he has done for me, and can I be worthy of Xu Jun's love for me. While I was taking care of Xu Jun, I was writing day and night. I couldn't bear to look back on the past, and I often burst into tears as I wrote. It was a time of physical and mental devastation. Reason kept reminding me that I should stop, but I couldn't. Perhaps God was merciful, but Xu Jun finally got over it. As Xu Jun's condition improved, my creative passion gradually disappeared. Not long ago, a friend I hadn't seen for many years came to my house to play, and I suddenly showed her my unfinished novel on a whim. After watching it, she said to me excitedly: "It's touching! It's so touching. It made me burst into tears in many places. I think your love is more rare than "Love at the Hawthorn Tree". "Love at the Hawthorn Tree" is touching because the death of the male protagonist briefly achieved its poignancy. It is actually very easy for a couple to love each other life and death during the period of passionate love. Yes, many people have had such emotional experiences. But marriage is the tomb of love, and it is easy to fall in love but difficult to get along with each other. The love like you who not only loves very cleanly, but also truly enters into marriage and still does not change after decades of soaking in firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, is the most rare thing. You should finish writing it. It would be a pity to give up halfway. " The dream of being a writer deep in my heart was stirred by her again, and I started writing again. Mission: Inspirational legend