Regarding love, Li Huatong, who is in his forties, has been exploring the true appearance of love. What is love? What does love really look like? I don't know how many people in this world still believe in love. Whenever a celebrity has a marriage change or a relationship problem, there are always people who speak out and no longer believe in love. As soon as the news of Faye Wong and Li Yapeng's divorce came out, public opinion was in an uproar, they are goddesses and male gods in the hearts of hundreds of millions of viewers, and their marriage is also a model for everyone. The article derailed Yao Di and was almost drowned by the endless spittle stars. Even if Ma Yili forgave him, there are still a large number of viewers who don't watch the young marshal he starred in out of disgust. This is the love marriage of the stars. But what about ordinary people? It's not as vigorous as celebrities who fall in love and break up, get married and divorce. In Li Huatong's view, the vast majority of ordinary people often do not have higher requirements for emotions in order to survive or benefit, and they can be content if they seek a plain life. So, whether it is a star or an ordinary person, at the moment, love has really become an unattainable luxury. I was also deeply moved by those undying loves. Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai in classical dramas, Romeo and Juliet in Western classic dramas, Jia Baoyu and Sister Lin in modern dramas, Ruth and Jack in modern dramas Titanic. Tears flowed down my face. However, in hindsight, when I think about it, there is indeed some confusion. First, these great and touching loves all come from film and television dramas adapted from literary works, and as works of art, they are inevitably exaggerated and exaggerated. The second is these classic dramas, two heroes and heroines who love to die and live, and the final ending is very cruel, either the woman dies, or the man dies, or the man and the woman all die. There is a girl in "One Hundred Years of Solitude" who is extremely beautiful, and all the men who meet her fall in love with her and then die inexplicably. It's a weird description, and it's still confusing to this day.

I often think about a question, if Jia Baoyu and Sister Lin break through all kinds of obstacles, and even the arrangement of fate, what kind of life will they live? Watching "One Hundred Years of Solitude", I am more and more confused, why does love always exude the smell of death and be full of tragedy? Is love a terrible thing? It seems that only in the fairy tale world of human beings, princes and princesses can live a happy life. This may be a complete paradox.

There is an old Chinese saying that loyalty and filial piety cannot be both. Loyalty is about how to treat the country, and filial piety is about how to be good to parents. And the love that can bring great joy to people has always been ignored, leaving only the literati who are disease-free**. From ancient times to the present, from the West to the East, the masters have probably never been optimistic about love.

A friend once told Li Huatong a true story. A pair of post-50s men and women are the best after the resumption of the college entrance examination, and after graduation, they got married because of love and gave birth to a boy. Later, the woman could not contain herself and fell in love with another man. This man has a family, a boy and a girl and two children, and the two couples are good friends. The man and woman were carried away by love, regardless of it, and let their feelings overflow. However, both families have children, and the man and woman who are on the betrayed side are determined not to divorce. As a result, a bloody storm is inevitable. In the end, this love storm ended with a divorce of the family. The woman fought for 6 years and finally won, regained her singleness, and received custody of her son. Because of various reasons, such as the wife begging bitterly, threatening death many times, such as the intimidation of the growing up children, in short, although the man also struggled, he did not break free from the family cage. The woman who was freed suffered so much that she died of depression before the age of fifty, and her ex-husband hastily held a funeral. What is the situation in the world? It really makes people sigh. Great desire, great joy and great sorrow, the fate of love. Or modern people are smarter and know that love is a luxury, and there is no reason to ask for it. So, there is no desire, no desire, no sorrow or joy.

Despite this, Li Huatong still thought, if it really happens unexpectedly, if you love, please love deeply, if you don't love, please leave. Let love be more beautiful and less sad. This is what love really looks like!

Back more than 20 years ago, the arrival of the humble son Xu Ruobin gave the literary girl the first taste of love, and Li Huatong gradually turned into a petty bourgeois woman. She seems to be in a kaleidoscopic fantasy, sometimes happy, sometimes sad.

Xu Ruobin is on a business trip and is going to another place to participate in an important training. For a whole week, Li Huatong felt that time passed so slowly. It's especially weekends. Fortunately, the weather has been good in the past few days, and the temperature has continued to rise, even giving people the illusion of early spring. On the morning of the weekend, it was already past ten o'clock after breakfast, and she was bored in the hut alone, and she suddenly remembered Yan'er, how is she now? After graduation, she has written a lot of letters through several phone calls. Since I had Xu Ruobin, I have had less contact. Li Huatong felt that she was a guy who valued sex and neglected friends, and with a guilty heart, she decided to write a letter to Yan'er and make a phone call, just like in the past, just chatting casually, because they were the closest friends, and they talked about everything. When he came to the office, Li Huatong held back his stomach and wanted to tell Yan'er, but no one answered the phone. What is Yan'er busy with? Is she okay? Why doesn't she answer the phone? Li Huatong was depressed, returned to the hut, sat at the table, she wanted to talk to Yan'er, she decided to write a letter to Yan'er, whether she received it or not.

Yan'er, are you okay? I really want to write you a letter, but I don't know where to start, it seems to be a little nervous. Actually, it's not. This morning, the alarm clock woke up at 6:40 as usual, I didn't use the practice of most of the time during the holiday, pinched it off and continued to sleep, but turned on the radio, guess what I heard, there was a channel playing Lu Yin's "Or the Sorrow of People", up and down two episodes, each episode of more than 20 minutes, I actually listened quietly. Suddenly, I remembered to call you and write to you. Because deep down there are always things that you can't say to others, even your best friends. So, I also learned Lu Yin and wanted to write letters to my good friends. This good friend is you---- Yan'er. I hope you'll forgive me for my whims. Yesterday was Saturday, and it was a fine day, but it suddenly rained, and the temperature that had risen suddenly dropped by a few degrees. I've been indulging myself for a long time, and I feel that it's too wasteful to stay at home on such a rainy day. So I wrapped a big cotton jacket, wrapped a big red scarf, put on a pair of shoes that could step on the rain, took an umbrella and went out.

The air outside is so good, there are few pedestrians, and it doesn't feel cold. So I went straight to the "ten-mile corridor" that I liked. There is no one who is secretly happy in my heart, and this place is all mine. "The smoke and rain are like the south of the Yangtze River", this is the biggest feeling I have when I walk to the river, under the drizzle, the Qing River is shrouded in a layer of mist, and the little raindrops fall on the river surface, causing a small ripple. The ten-mile corridor is the name I gave, maybe there is no ten-mile, but since there is a sentence "the spring breeze is not as good as you", such a beautiful and long river corridor can of course be called a ten-mile corridor. The rain is still dripping, and strolling along the ten-mile corridor with an umbrella naturally has a unique taste. Suddenly, two ducklings fluttered their wings and swam into the middle of the river from the nearby reeds. I'm sorry, duckling, it's all the trouble on a rainy day, forgive me for being an uninvited guest.

Slowly moving his steps, listening to the rustling of raindrops falling on the umbrella, looking at the beautiful river in front of him, he couldn't help but read the sentence "The river spring water rises slightly". The smoky river is really beautiful!

Before I knew it, I had come to the bottom of the rainbow bridge, only to find that there were three or two anglers under the bridge, several people did not speak, and the distance between each person was about two meters, quietly holding the fishing rod. Probably the rain drove them here. It rained, but I was still reluctant to go home, so I hid under the bridge and continued. This reminds me of those anglers in the wilderness, if it rains, they will probably continue to stay at the water's edge in a robe, and it will eventually become the scenery in the eyes or pens of others. I slowed my pace and walked quietly behind them, lest I disturb their spirits, and that the fish, which was already near, would run away again because of my movement. Suddenly remembered Xu Zhimo's farewell Kangqiao, gently, I came、、、、、Hehe, those ducklings playing in the water, you want to learn from me, don't disturb these people!

It's past the rainy season, and this rain can be regarded as a precious spring rain. I continued to walk slowly along the ten-mile corridor, and the rain seemed to be heavier, and my sleeves and front shirt were wet, but I felt very comfortable. Before you know it, you've come to an end. So, I turned back with great interest and began to return along the original road, all the way to the east, with a slight spring breeze blowing on my face, and I had a different taste in my heart.

There was still no one but me walking in the rain with an umbrella. Sometimes I slow down and look at the curling river, sometimes I prick up my ears to listen to the sound of the rain, sometimes I look at the golden reeds swaying in the wind in the distance, and sometimes I worry about whether the naughty duckling will disturb the quiet of the anglers under the bridge.

I walked like this all the way, and finally came to another end. So, the last sentence also came out: strolling on the river beach in the rain.

After seeing the rare beauty, it was worth the trip. And a poem, I know enough.

Rain fun

The smoke and rain are like the south of the Yangtze River

A river of spring water rises slightly

Ducklings do not disturb anglers

Stroll along the river beach in the rain

It's time to go home.

Yan'er, she said that she was writing to you, but she was walking in the rain yesterday. I don't know if you have such an experience, may we all find the joy of life in ordinary life.

Li Huatong knew that he was writing a letter to Yan'er, but in fact, he was talking to himself. Yan'er is Xiaotong, and Xiaotong is Yan'er.

By chance, Li Huatong heard a piece of music called "Sally Garden". Actually, she didn't know what Sally's Garden was, nor did she know whose garden it was. But listening to the music and looking at such a beautiful name, I know that this garden must be a woman's beloved place, she should be a quiet and fanciful woman, and her garden must be very beautiful. There, there is the carefree laughter of her childhood, the wonderful fantasies of her girlhood, the secrets of her first love, and the joys and pains that she hid in her heart when she was younger. It is conceivable that a girl wanders in the garden, and the garden is planted with all kinds of flowers and plants, but she has no intention of watching it, and only looks down and thinks about her thoughts. When she encounters a swing in an open field, she will also sit on it unconsciously, swinging slowly around, holding the rope tightly in her hand, with a smile in her eyes, but thinking about something else. A little bird flew and stood on the branch to her left, tilting its lovely head, and looked at her, its elven eyes blinking, as if to remind the girl, look at me, look at me, I am coming. However, the girl apparently had her own agenda, got off the swing, and left herself. Li Huatong thought, Sally Garden, that is a place with beautiful scenery. Actually, everyone has their own Sally Garden. I hope everyone who passes by there will not miss those beautiful scenery. That's the scenery that life should savor and enjoy!