Articles on Warm Therapy System 1
He is a famous landscape painter, and nature is his home. Traveling around mountains and rivers and places of interest are his compulsory courses.
Erhai Lake in February is like a bright moon, quietly embedded in the mountains. Just as he unfolded the sketchpad and tried to outline the beautiful scenery with a brush, a cold female voice sounded behind him: Is everyone comparing Erhai Lake? The flawless jade in the mountain is beautiful. I think its beauty is a bit lonely, cold and rainy, like the Dead Sea.
This may be the other side of beauty. In order not to make Erhai Lake lonely, you should be my role model. She nodded her head in agreement.
An hour later, she and Erhai brought out the best in each other on paper, and felt warm for the first time. He just gave her the painting.
Suddenly one day, she received his painting again. The moment she opened it, she was shocked.
The whole picture is full of spring scenery, dancing under the bright sky of butterflies, smiling like flowers, not far from Erhai Lake, and several waterfowl are chasing and playing.
It turns out that his love, like this painting, has already turned into spring breeze, gradually warming her cold heart.
Warm Therapy System Chapter 2
Love is a process that everyone has to go through all his life, but some people love it easily and some people love it flatly. Some love lasts forever, and some love once had. In all love, what is the highest state of love?
Life and death? One person can die for another and give up all the most important things in life. Isn't it the highest state of love? I thought so at first, because a lot of love is always associated with life and death at the most heroic time. Love passed down through the ages is all about life and death. In short, there are many sad people. But that kind of thrilling love has never appeared in real life. However, there is more secular love, only ordinary love and hate, mixed with sadness and joy.
Actually love is a habit. When you get used to the habits in a person's life, you really fall in love with him. ? Love is a person's recognition of another person's habits, and love to the highest level is recognition of his habits. A woman is used to a man's snoring, but she can never get used to it, and then she can't sleep without his snoring. This is love; Men are used to women's willfulness, coquetry, and even unreasonable troubles. This is love; One person will change and accommodate for another person, which is love; The philosophy of love is sometimes as simple as that, just in the drip of life.
If you can't adapt to a person and all his habits all the time, it can only show that you don't love him, or that you haven't reached the realm of love, because love is in these details. When you get used to all your lover's habits, such as his faint perfume, for example, he likes to play monopoly with you, for example, he likes to play football with you, for example, he gets up at midnight to watch the ball. If you are used to all this, don't ask such a stupid topic as what love is.
Love, sometimes as simple and simple as a cup of boiled water around us, is within reach and tasteless, but it is a necessity of life.
Warm Therapy System Chapter 3
She has been complaining about the way her mother gave her heart to her father. She doesn't like her father very much. She is over half a hundred years old and stubborn as a child. Not to mention his bad temper, but also to say a few words about everything his mother did to please him.
Of course, she can't see the past. She always stood bravely among them and stared at her father as she did when she was a child. A father is a little afraid of her; But you can't wipe your face, beg for mercy, or say a few gentle jokes. This kind of small noise will be hasty. He is always angry? Huh? 1, turned and walked away.
Next, it was the scene that made her most angry. Desperate to catch up, the mother grabbed her father's arm and begged him almost humbly in front of her: Where are you crazy again? We agreed to cook your favorite braised fish for you and Jane at noon, but how did we forget? My father stopped stepping out, but he didn't look down at my mother. Instead, he went into the study with his hands behind his back and came out for a long time until his mother finished her work and pulled him out herself.
She doesn't know why her mother indulges her father so much. She feels that her father's bad habits are almost all acquired by her mother. So when I'm looking for a boyfriend, I pay special attention. Any boy who has the slightest shadow of his father will die. This kind of picky, then over 28 years old. My father, who has been indifferent to her marriage, was angry and personally gave a banquet at home to help her inspect an excellent officer introduced by an old comrade-in-arms.
Officers really teach by example, and their careers are one in a million. But in the end, when playing chess with her father, she committed the taboo of perfect husband and wife, and even tried to be a hero in front of her future father-in-law, and refused to let go of a chess piece. Father certainly refused to compromise. Looking at these two soldiers with similar interests, she smiled and, as usual, spared him gently.
Dad really lost his temper this time, saying that you are not perfect. Who are you to ask others?
In a fit of pique, she moved to her menstrual home. Lying in bed at night, I complained to my menstruation about my father's bad behavior. Unexpectedly, menstruation sighed slightly and said, you don't know how many sisters are jealous that your mother has found such a good husband. Your father and his immediate superior took a fancy to your mother, and it was during the inspection period when your father promoted the captain. As a result, he would rather not be the captain than take your mother away.
His refusal not only touched your mother, but also won the appreciation of the leader. Another year, when he was on a mission, he slipped and fell off a cliff without a good bone. On the way to the operating room, he gritted his teeth for fear that your mother would be worried and would lie to your mother to say that he was safe before entering the operating room. In fact, on important matters, for your mother's sake, he is resolutely unwilling to tolerate others. Your mother, in fact, is the same. Otherwise, I am the one who married your father, not her.
She felt a little strange, like listening to other people telling stories; The hero and heroine who are infatuated with each other in the story will not only tolerate each other, but also stubbornly stick to it and not let others go it alone. Let and not let, in fact, are for a lifetime together.
On my father? Out of breath? At the moment when she called to invite her back, she finally understood that the happiness of her life was not whether she had a perfect lover or not. But two hearts, in the circle of giving and not letting go, can contain each other's edges and corners with love and gentleness and never let go.