Love is a kind of companionship. Dong Jidong, a sanitation worker in Longyan, Fujian, pushes his wife Dong Jinxiang in a wheelchair to sweep the road every day, so that her husband can take care of his wife at any time. Quit your original job and take the initiative to apply for sanitation workers. The wife doesn't trust her husband. Every day, I knit a sweater beside the road and accompany my husband. As long as you are around, one bitterness becomes two sweetness.
Love is a warm embrace by the platform late at night. Late at night in Nanjing, a man was drunk after drinking with a customer and signing a bill. He collapsed and cried in the subway station and threw up all over the floor. Ten minutes later, his wife came in a hurry and saw her husband in a mess. Without a word of blame, regardless of the dirt on his body, he hugged her husband lovingly. Life is so hard, thanks to you. There is light in the window, and the porridge is still warm.
Love is the last hand in the intensive care unit. Ms. Peng and her wife Mr. Gao, who are in their 70 s, are a couple who have been loving each other for 57 years. The two were hospitalized successively. As soon as Ms. Peng regained consciousness after being rescued, she asked to see her wife who was still in a coma for the last time. In the ICU ward, Ms. Peng took her lover's hand and her eyes were full of affection. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. If there is no time to be together in this life, then I would like to hold hands again in the afterlife.
When we were young, we thought that the best love must be vigorous and unforgettable. Later, I realized that the beauty in plain life is more worth cherishing. What is the best love? One room, two people, three meals and four seasons, holding hands and spending the rest of my life.