I give up because I love you so much.

I give up because I love you so much.

(Li Yulong / tr. by Phil Newell)

Last Saturday night, I sat in a tea shop facing the street in Guangyuan and drank tea. At about 8:20, a police car roared past the door of the tea shop with a siren, and soon another ambulance ran in the direction of the police car. A friend who was drinking tea at that time sighed, "it must be another traffic accident. Today's drivers are too bossy." It's the same with pedestrians, how much can be delayed one minute later!

At this time, a passer-by who came back from the scene of the incident stopped and said to his friend's wife, who was sitting at the door of the tea shop, "A real person, say no, it's gone!" What a pity!

I am a person who is extremely sensitive to blood. I usually feel uncomfortable even when I see a liquid like blood. But out of curiosity and unable to resist the encouragement of his friends, he went to the scene of the accident with him.

A police line has been set up at the scene, and there are more and more pedestrians gathering around the dense stations. In the middle of the police line, a middle-aged woman was kneeling on the ground and crying, banging her head against the ground from time to time.

There was a man lying next to the middle-aged woman. The man was wearing underwear, his head had been deeply retracted into his chest, and he could not tell the difference between men and women. He only felt the blood rush to the top of his head and his chest was rolling violently. I almost vomited. So I hurriedly squeezed out the crowd and dared not watch any more.

After a long time, I gradually settled down. At this time, I heard an old woman talking to another person: the husband and wife were very nice. I don't know why they quarreled, so the man ran up to the sixth floor! There are 120 concrete fields below, but there is no time to save them. They are only in their forties.

It was only now that I heard the cries of the deceased's wife: it's all my fault! Come back! I'll go to hell.

It's all my fault! I won't argue with you! It takes life to gain insight. How pathetic it is! We kind and strong people. Leave the crowd, I can not help but burst into tears, for this lost life, but also for the strength and narrowness of human nature!

Tonight, the third night after the incident, my mind still repeats the scene countless times. Whenever I think of the gushing blood, my heart is like a strange snake wriggling; whenever I think of the torn cry, I immediately feel a ringing in my ears, dizziness, and even suffocation.

Everyone's life will come to an end, no one can avoid it. But can you make that last moment slower, quieter and poignant? Like a gorgeous flower, from budding to withering, fragrant, gorgeous, to thank! After the whole journey, there are no regrets!

Husband and wife are not enemies, lovers are not enemies, quarrels at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed. I don't know what the husband was fighting for or who he was fighting with, but the jump was so far apart and fragmented. I don't know who the wife is fighting for strength, but the one she is fighting for is a family member who is broken and regrets for the rest of her life.

Is that why they fell in love in the first place? Is it the end of their relationship? I do not want to discuss which is right and which is wrong, because in the face of this result, all right and wrong seem so pale and so humble. Like the white candles lit at the scene of the accident tonight, red and tearful, a gust of wind blew, flashed for a while, and went out.

What is love? Love is a hug, love is a kiss, but also a caring hand, understanding eyes. It is unrepentant and unrepentant that you can bear the burden and humiliation of your loved ones.

How deep the love is, how much it is.

Maybe the husband is willing to take responsibility for his wife all his life and do everything for his wife without thinking in times of crisis. unfortunately, he can't stand a word of anger from his wife. How pathetic! Unless he really doesn't love it; then if he doesn't, is it worth it?

Staring out of the window, the eye frame got wet again before I knew it. Just then, the experience of a friend suddenly burst into my mind.

This friend used to have a bad temper. He told me that he changed his character only because of a word from his wife. He said that once he came home late at night, but blamed his sleeping wife for a trifle. In fact, it was his own fault that he asked his wife to admit his mistake.

Looking at the angry husband, the wife bowed her head and admitted her mistake. He was a little surprised by his behavior to his silent wife, and he couldn't help asking his wife why. The wife said in tears: because I love you so much!