Eight years ago, you and I first met with a glimpse of shock and emotion.
Fearless, distant, resistance, you follow me happily. Ben still has many doubts and worries, but when he sees your unrestrained smile and sincere and firm smile, he does not hesitate to make a desperate attempt, and lives and dies.
From then on, we merged our minds, clenched our hands, softened your parents, persuaded my parents, listened to my friends' dismissal, and ignored the prejudices of the world.
I like you, it has nothing to do with power, money, because you are the man who made me love at first sight.
You like me, you have nothing to do with appearance, only to learn, because I am the heartbeat woman you glanced at in the midst of the lights.
My parents and I think differently. They are afraid that I will suffer with you, weep, and be aggrieved. In their eyes, you are a hairy boy who struggles alone and in solitude.
Your parents and you are thinking differently. They are afraid that you and me will be despised, instructed, and tired. In their eyes, I am a lazy girl who is pampered and proud.
My friends and you have very different thinking. They don't think we are both well matched, look, temper, background, work. My friend dismantled and your friend pulled his hind legs. In addition to dealing with parents on both sides, we also have to deal with relatives and friends, as well as superficial eyes.
Tonight, I still remember clearly that you were threatened, intimidated by my dad, and even smashed his head with bricks and blood-stained clothes. While debridement and suture in the hospital, I held your hand tightly, shaking with anger and unable to stand. I couldn't bear to see the scars, tears, and I couldn't help but endlessly. But you comfort me, don't cry, don't be afraid! I still remember your mother, your aunt, your grandparents don't like me, don't accept me, give me a cold face, you take me one by one to please them. I was an arrogant girl, but for you, I was willing to treat your family in a low voice, just because I like you, because you treat me with affection.
We break through resistance, disregard the dust, and live a life of hardship!
I swear, this life, I must make you happy!
I swear, this life, I will never let you down!
Our son is almost seven years old, we are no longer opposed by our parents, no longer talked by friends, no longer teased by the world.
People who know us say that your family is so happy!
Yeah, we are a happy family! Although, I and you shed countless tears and suffered countless pains, but we worked together side by side with the same intentions.
This happiness is full of sadness, looking forward to it! This happiness is a sweet honey that is full of body and mind! This happiness is deeper, richer and thicker than everyone sees!
I have always been grateful that my irresistible look is correct.
In addition to no longer being proud, I haven't changed at all in these years. Your pity and your tolerance have kept me still, wayward, naughty, playful, uninhibited, crying, laughing, loving text, Love romance.
On my birthday, I never missed a cake lily. When it comes to wedding anniversary, there is no shortage of rose perfume. On Valentine's Day, there is no shortage of blessing chocolates.
Even at the most difficult time, you remember every special day for me and give me warm memories.
I said distressed, husband, you are too tired, tell me if you have a bitter heart!
You smile, it's okay, I can stand it, I'm a man!
I am naughty and I heard that I have too many things in my heart and I will be susceptible to Alzheimer's disease when I get old. Would you call me an old account and a new account without knowing me?
You are surprised, how come? How come I don't know you? I remember you even if I didn't know home.
I laughed and my eyes blurred, okay, when you do n’t know home, I will go to you every day!
You pat my head, fool!
It's Tanabata again, you used to give me roses. After having a son, our family is happy to eat ice cream. You feed me, I feed my son, and my son feeds you.
Simple gift, sweet love.
Every summer, I bathe in the cool arms of your gentle breeze. Eight years on, as always, do not change the original intention.
Dear, thank you! Give me happiness, give me warmth, accompany me to tears, accompany me to be strong.
In this life, I am willing, never give up, life and death go hand in hand!