Time – Touching
One day, a boy said to a girl: 'If I only have a bowl of porridge, I would give half to my mother and the other half to you.' The little girl fell in love with the little boy. That year he was 12 years old, and she was 10 years old.
Ten years later, their village was flooded. He kept rescuing people – the elderly, children, those he knew, and those he didn't – but he didn't personally save her. After she was rescued by others, someone asked him, 'Since you like her, why didn't you save her?' He gently said, 'It is precisely because I love her that I saved others first. If she dies, I cannot live alone.' That year, they got married. He was 22, and she was 20.
Later, there was a nationwide famine. They were equally poor, unable to even open a pot of food, and in the end, only had a little flour left to make a bowl of noodle soup. He couldn't bear to eat it and let her eat; she couldn't bear to eat it and let him eat. Three days later, the bowl of noodle soup went moldy. At that time, he was 42, and she was 40!
Because his grandfather had been a landlord, he was criticized. During those years, the 'organization' asked her to 'draw clear boundaries and distinguish right from wrong.' She said: 'I don't know who the enemy within the people is, but I know he is a good person, he loves me, and I love him, and that is enough!' So, she accompanied him in being criticized and in parading with signs; the husband and wife shared the same fate during those difficult years! That year, he was 52, and she was 50!
Many years later, he and she practiced Qigong together to stay fit. At this time, they moved to the city. Every morning they took the bus to the central city park. When a young man offered them a seat, they both refused and made the other stand. So they leaned together, holding onto the handrails, with satisfied smiles on their faces, and everyone on the bus instinctively stood up. That year, he was 72, and she was 70.
She said, 'If we are both dead 10 years from now, I will become him, and he will become me, and then he will come to drink the half bowl of porridge I sent him!'
70 years of experienced life – this is love.
