A white moonlight is only good for reminiscing about. But if you had the chance to start over with your white moonlight, would you take it? If your white moonlight turns into a grain of rice, will love disappear, or change into another kind of feeling?
This story has no golden finger, no extraordinary talent, no glamorous city life, and no dazzling romance. It is about ordinary, not particularly clever young people living in a small town, the small-town youths in your eyes. Perhaps this is what the best kind of love and marriage can look like for them.
I used to hate the phrase "making ends meet." It sounded undignified. Now I understand: what dignity is there? Perhaps all dignity is built on undignified effort and calculation. That's why I really dislike naive people now.
You can work hard and give your all without worrying about appearances, but I hate it when you do nothing and calculate how to maintain your dignity.
I tagged this story "intimate relationships," but I've never known how to handle or cultivate one. Perhaps the distance between people is like that between hedgehogs: they can't embrace each other closely to keep warm, because getting too close always means getting hurt. That's why love grows more intense the more you miss someone, but the more you spend time together, the more you grow sick of each other.
But if someone is willing to risk growing sick of you just to be with you, is that love?
Maybe they just don't have a better choice!
P.S. Writing this story doesn't mean I endorse this view of relationships. I'm just getting older and seeing more of life's harsh realities, and I want to lay those damn realities bare. Hormones fade, and what people call love brings more comfort and self-justification than anything else. I still yearn for the decisive, self-reliant romance of stories about powerful women, but I've also begun to understand the gaps between people and the helplessness they bring. A marriage and love that last a lifetime depend on long-term effort, and on being there for each other when the need arises.
Don't be disgusted. Only you know whether you're warm or cold.
Premise: The closest people can also be the most distant: husband and wife.
Don't think so!! I'm not very good at comforting people. I also wanted to die because I lost World War II. I'm slowly healing myself recently. Go out for a walk and look at spring. Everything will be fine! Come on!
It's been a long time since I first read this article. Recently, I've been reminded of Planet's somewhat funny line "I'm single, so can I stop being single now?", So I read it again when I had time today. After reading it, I just sighed. Maybe this kind of realistic article always has more realistic helplessness than those industrial saccharine or fake romance articles with empty characters. Also, I had no feelings for Ji Yunyun when I watched it before, but now I really hate her after watching her for the second time.
It's very well written. It's rare to see such realistic writing. It's ordinary, real and trivial. There's no domineering male protagonist, no golden fingers, and the unbelievable looks of the male and female protagonists. It's like a breath of fresh air. So you must work hard and stick to this style of writing.
I saw the author, cheer you up, and go to sleep (^з^)
Treasure author, write more articles, come on
How can I put it this way? The author's writing is very good, but I feel that there are too many descriptions of psychological activities. It seems that the heroine is a mentally ill person. I almost felt suffocated and went crazy while reading.
The ending of this chapter is so well written
What exactly is the heroine's illness?
I may have misunderstood it, but I still want to say my thanks. At first, the heroine and the hero had not seen each other for ten years, but they got together as soon as they met and soon got married. This was probably more of impulsiveness and obsession back then. In fact, when the heroine's father had an accident, what the hero and heroine were thinking mentally, Everyone knows that the other person is not as suitable as they thought in their hearts, and everyone has changed, but the male protagonist may be too obsessed with it. Coupled with the male protagonist's desire for family and being needed by others, the male protagonist has contact with his ex-girlfriend after dating and getting married to the female protagonist. This No matter which current girlfriend can accept it, the world between two people still has to open a small door for the third person to occasionally look around. The male protagonist later chooses to remain silent when the female protagonist questions, which is actually an unqualified performance. Although many scumbags nowadays also lie righteously, at least you have to say it out. The male protagonist did not give the female protagonist enough security, and the way the female protagonist seeks security is also wrong. A legal relationship cannot give any sense of security. Security is obtained through getting along, and formal things cannot do it. Also, maybe my understanding is shallow. I think the heroine is sober but impulsive. When the heroine's father was sick, the heroine chose to break up and some of the things that came to her mind, as well as some of the questions that the heroine often asked the hero. It can be seen that she is a reasonably sober person and knows what she wants, but she is also impulsive. She chose to marry the hero because of the hero, because of her sense of security, and because of the competition with her ex-girlfriend, and she was eager to get pregnant. The biggest problem for the male protagonist is that he is ambiguous with the female protagonist when he is with his ex-girlfriend, and is disconnected from his ex-girlfriend when he is with the female protagonist. Moreover, the female protagonist is more enthusiastic and eager, but the male protagonist should also enjoy it. I hope that the two of them can get along with each other, cherish each other, and protect this family. The female supporting role can only say that if you love too much, it is too easy to sacrifice yourself, too easy to be desperate and full of scars. Very well written, thank you for your story.
A little suggestion: When writing, can you leave a blank line between each line? The densely packed words often seem to line up wrongly (maybe it's because my eyes are not good, hahaha)