A mature man should shield his family from the storms. A mature woman should at least do so, no matter when or where; your heart should be with the partner you've chosen. The moment you decide to be partners, you've already formed a small family.
Life has eight sorrows: birth, old age, illness, death, love and separation, resentment for longevity, not finding a partner, and letting go.
No one can predict what you'll lose, which may return to you in another form, without awareness or kinship, just like the first cry, crawling and stumbling, falling and rising, and then returning to this bright, sunny world.
When hurt, you may not find many people to comfort you, and even your open kindness may not receive a kind response. But a clear truth emerges: pauses are for better departures. We eventually learn to accept gains and losses, to accept loneliness. We will ultimately go alone to say goodbye to this world.
Only if you are first a qualified wife can you win your husband's respect for a lifetime. I told my friends this too.
We are influenced by family and friends, simply because we are not sure of our choice, simply because we are weak and timid, afraid of a prophecy coming true.
I love him so much, and I love you so much, I first loved you, but I fell in love with him, you're a very familiar, very familiar person, very understanding, and he's the kind of person who cries in his dreams, always lingering in memories of certain fragments.