Grow up happily in holding hands

The happiness of ordinary people is like an inconspicuous spray in a calm lake, dotted with ordinary life. My happiness is a kind of self-satisfaction that grows up in marriage and sublimates in tribulations. Whenever my husband and I overcome the difficulties in life together, I always feel a kind of sweetness, reap a kind of happiness that others can't experience, and enjoy the pleasure of growing up hand in hand.

I was eighteen years old that year. Innocent and innocent, with the yearning for a better life, I ended three years of study and life in the health school and went to work. On National Day, a friend half joked and half seriously said he would introduce me to a boyfriend. So I met a boy who was three years older than me. Dressed simply, he looks like a big boy in the countryside. When we met, he generously stretched out his hand to shake hands with me and said hello. With such a grip, he never let go again. He took my hand and introduced me into my first love, and then he took me by the hand, led me into the hall of marriage, and helped me cross the secular sea to this day. Now, we have gone through more than 20 years hand in hand, into middle age and maturity.

Hand in hand along the way, there are sweet and bitter. When I was in love, my family and friends were against our marriage. They believe that when we two children from poor rural families walk together, life will certainly be more difficult. When I told him my relatives' worries, he said to me emotionally, "as long as I have a bite to eat, I will spare half of it for your family, and I will never let you starve." His friends are also kind to each other. What impressed me most was my husband's two friends, Yang Haikong and Wu Caiying, who made a special trip from the county town to the countryside to persuade me, "Xiao Feng, if you give up such a good young man, you will regret it in the future."... " I was moved by my boyfriend's sincerity and the enthusiasm of my friends, and I finally decided to walk with him in this life.

The wedding has no flowers, no feast. There are only smiling faces and blessings in full bloom for us like flowers. We put two pairs of hard-working hands together and form a "home". Since then, we have brought out the sunrise and sunset, the love of children and daughters in this common home.

After marriage, my husband, like a kind brother, instructed me to behave and helped me discipline my three underage brothers. During the more than ten years after our marriage, we successively picked up our brothers to study and live around us. My husband treats both brothers equally and teaches them by deeds and deeds. Patiently open conscience and guide life for my brothers who have no father or mother. He often said to me, "your brother is my relative. I discipline them, but you can't be distressed." I am strict with them for their own good. " Every time my brothers face a turning point in their lives, they can't do without my husband's love. When my eldest brother took the college entrance examination, my husband worried more than anyone else, reminding me of everything from my brother's state of mind to diet. My third brother is critically ill and needs major surgery. According to the doctor's estimate, the effect of the operation is not very guaranteed. Before that, I had been working hard for more than ten years to cure my third brother's illness. at this point, many of my colleagues advised me to give up my efforts. "as long as there is a glimmer of hope, we must strive for it," he said. " Finally saved the life of the third younger brother. My three younger brothers got married one after another, and my husband hosted the wedding for them as parents every time. Especially when the third younger brother got married, the husband, who was half a matchmaker, even drove his car to greet the wedding. Although due to our limited financial means, when each brother gets married, we can only prepare two tables of food and wine to congratulate us, but it is also grand and warm. We invite the families of both sides to bless the newlyweds, so that they can once again feel the endless affection from the families of both sides. Perhaps it is my husband's heavy and selfless love for my family that has moved the families of my sister-in-law. The love and marriage of the three brothers went surprisingly smoothly. The woman never asked us for the bride price. On the contrary, she supported their daughter to start a family with my brother.

My husband worked wholeheartedly for my loved ones, and he deeply influenced me and made me understand the truth of loving you. While I was frugal in running the family, I was concerned about the health of my father-in-law, mother-in-law and family, and tried my best to support my brothers and nephews to complete their studies. My husband's third brother is in high school in the countryside. when he was in the pre-graduation exam, because he could not pass the pre-examination line of the college entrance examination, his family was busy finding someone for him and preparing to marry him. After knowing this, I encouraged my third brother to continue his studies, and through my mother's relatives, he was placed in the county high school review class. After two years of hard work, the third brother was finally admitted to an undergraduate university in the district. With our help, my husband's second younger brother and third younger brother all graduated from university in the early 1990s and set up families in Guangdong. My husband's hometown has a bad habit of favouring sons over daughters. His brother's daughter can't get into junior high school. The family believes that the daughter will be someone else sooner or later, and it doesn't matter whether she reads or not. After I heard about it, I repeatedly did the ideological work of my family to eliminate their preference for sons over daughters and to win their support for their nieces to continue to go to school. Then I personally contacted a private school in the county and took my niece to the county to study. Last year, my niece was admitted to a key technical secondary school. I am glad that she can have a skill in the future. And feel happy for being able to grow up hand in hand with my husband.

My happiness comes not only from the mutual love and assistance with my husband on weekdays, but also from the strong support given to me by my husband at an important moment in my life. I remember that when my father died, my brothers could not stand on their own feet. To us, the sudden departure of our father was like the collapse of heaven and earth. I held my father in my arms without tears, and my hands kept cramping. My husband looked at his distracted brothers and said to me, "Mei Feng, don't do this!" You can't mess up the square. There is a pair of old people at home. You have to be strong! " At this time, I cried out "wow". My husband patted me on the back and then calmly instructed us to deal with our father's affairs. Together, we sent our father home from the hospital to dress and encoffin him. To raise money for funerals together. Finally, it was my colleague and niece, Ai, who lent us a sum of money, and my father, who had been shabby all his life, could afford to finish his last journey on earth with dignity. At this moment, with the company and support of my husband, I learned what is strong, and learned to be strong.

Hand in hand along the way, again and again to interpret my husband's kindness and leniency. My husband is dear not only to my father, but also to my father's brother. My father is the adopted son of my grandparents. There are still two brothers living in this village where he was born. Because of the high composition of my uncle's family, my grandparents, fearing that we would be implicated, never mentioned to us that they had these relatives. It was not until later that we became sensible and gradually learned the truth from the discriminatory words of others and the words and deeds of our uncles who intended to be close to us. In recent years, the two uncles are old and often ill, and the fifth uncle later suffered a stroke. My husband often accompanies me to take medicine home after work to treat their diseases and take care of their lives. I remember the first time I walked into Seven Uncle's bedroom and saw that his room was so shabby that he didn't even have a bed. When I saw my husband, I could not help crying. The husband comforted me and said, "Don't cry, don't cry!" If he needs anything, let's buy it! " Later, my family told me that Seven Uncle also had a bed, but he refused to use it, and now he likes to sleep on straw. This is because of his abnormal behavior caused by being criticized and beaten to the brain during the Cultural Revolution. The most troublesome thing is that the seventh uncle often got lost on his way to work in the fields because of his old memory. In order to prevent our father's flesh and blood brothers from becoming beggars and dying in other places, we usually have one more job to look for seven uncles. Several times, the family was so impatient that they stopped looking for it. After I knew it, I went back to the village to mobilize my relatives to carry out a carpet search with us in the nearby countryside until I found the seventh uncle. Once, Qibo, who had been away from home for seven days, was found by acquaintances near Binwu Village, Shuiming Town, this county. After hearing the news, my husband drove with me to Binwu Village. At this time, the seventh uncle, who was sitting by the tree trunk, was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to stand up. After several days of impregnation of Rain Water and sweat, Seven Uncle exudes a strong sour stench. When his brother and nephew helped him, they could not help covering their noses with their hands. I said, "I've brought clothes. Help him change his clothes and get on the bus." The husband said, "Why are you changing?" Hurry up and take him to a place to eat so that he can fill his stomach. Why do our own people still stink? " As he said that, he helped the hungry seven uncle into his car, which made the onlookers and my relatives sigh. My husband's simple words and deeds make people feel his sincerity and his boxing love for my family and people at the bottom of society. It also makes me sweat for my shallowness.

All the way hand in hand, there is wind and rain. I grew up in the bitterness of life, because I am sensible too early and have an unwilling character. In the eyes of my grandparents and teachers, I naturally became a good boy and received more praise than my brother and classmates. Under the double care of my family and teachers, I, accustomed to listening to good words, slowly formed a strong self-esteem and poor psychological endurance. It's hard for my husband to marry me. When I first got married, I would burst into tears if I had any bad luck. Whenever I was aggrieved outside, I would burst into tears when I saw my husband. When my newborn son cried, I would cry together. My husband worked as a youth worker in his early years. Whenever the Communist Youth League held activities, I saw my husband dancing with a lady. When I got home, I cried loudly and broke my heart. My husband will patiently appease me, enlighten me, and take me to learn ballroom dance every time. Slowly, I learned understanding and humility from my husband's patience with me, and tolerance and understanding from my husband's treatment of others.

In the past, I often got carsick when I was in the car, and I often threw up all the time, which caught my husband by surprise. Therefore, my husband always tries to take the time to accompany me every time I go out. Even if he could not accompany me, he would tell me again and again to pay attention to this and that, and teach me how to protect myself. His concern, his eyes full of pity, often let me not bear to leave, and feel that there is no reason to despise myself, let my husband worry so much.

Hand in hand along the way, there is the joy of success, but also the agony of loss. But no matter whether he is successful or frustrated, he will never give up his attachment to his family and loved ones, and will never give up his pursuit of work and career. Responsibility makes him care for his loved ones meticulously and selflessly work with no regrets. When he was engaged in youth work, he left work and went to the party school for two years. Before the end of his study, his original main post had been replaced by someone else, and he was organizationally arranged to go to the countryside and town to serve as a deputy, which is rare in the personnel arrangement of our county. Mr. Ke obeyed the arrangement without complaint, and then started at the deputy department level, and successively served the grassroots people dutifully in the leading posts of party committees and governments in four townships for eleven years. At that time, several comrades in the neighbors went to work in the countryside. I remember a neighbor who went out in a car every morning and returned by car in the evening, which was the envy of my son and me. Especially when his wife often shows off in front of me about how much her husband loves her and how reluctant to leave her, I feel very upset and hope that my husband, like her husband, goes out early and returns late. Mr. Ke said to me, "everyone has his own work and way of life." We can't do this. Because you have to burn gasoline by driving a car back and forth every day. Besides, I have a lot of work to do in the evening. I often go back to the city for meetings and business. You and Taotao can also go down on Sundays and holidays. Can't we often be together? " Yes, since my husband went to the countryside, going to the countryside has become a compulsory course for my son and me on Sundays and holidays. During those days when I went to the countryside to visit my relatives, I witnessed with my own eyes how my husband worked tirelessly for the grass-roots level in the countryside, empathized with him and experienced all kinds of joys and sorrows of the peasants, and carefully understood his friendship with the peasant masses. During the day, my husband often rides his bike to the fields to have a heart-to-heart talk with farmers and hold hands on mulberry farming. At night, he often studies the work with other leaders. Mr. A burns with fire-like enthusiasm for work. As his relative and his wife, I was often shocked by the solemnity and strength he showed when he was lost and aggrieved, moved by his objectivity and sincerity to people and things, and impressed by his open-minded and broad-minded mind. Let me not dare to be cowardly in front of him, and feel deeply ashamed of my narrowness.

Holding hands year after year, I am like a water plant, living fresh in my husband's tenderness like water. In the face of my husband's mirror every day, I modify myself, fill myself up and perfect myself calmly. My soul is also heavy because my husband is accompanying me when I grow up, just like hoarding a full harvest.

"hold hands and grow old together." Hand in hand along the way, my husband is like a flag flying in my life, leading me to grow up and teaching me to be a man. Maybe I'm not mature enough. Perhaps, there are still many unsatisfactory things in life, but with my husband holding my hand, I will go on happily. Grow old by his side and be the treasure in the palm of his hand forever.