Who withstands loneliness also with stands happiness.

Once upon a time, I heard someone telling a story: a woman in her thirties took the opportunity when her husband was away from home and had an affair with her lover in a hotel. She was caught in bed by her own son who reported it to the police. The storyteller laughed, and the listeners sighed. We always think this kind of story is far away from us. We can't understand why others do such things, but we believe that it will never happen to us.

In many cases, we can still protect ourselves, maintain our calm selves. It's not because our integrity is more steadfast than others, or our beliefs are stronger than others, or our marriage is happier than others. It's just because there is no temptation around us, lack of passion, or it's not enough to make us move. In most days, what we lack is not passion, but that moving feeling.

Around me, of course, there is charm, and there are times when it makes my heart flutter. But I never deliberately create romance, nor do I deliberately pursue excitement. I know that love is selfish. If you want to get involved, you must be prepared to suffer more harm. I would rather understand many things as friendship, or very normal interactions, than take a hint of smile, a greeting, or a little benefit from the other party as affection. If you misunderstand, lose control, and mistakenly take it as true, perhaps you will pay a price for it.

In the hearts of those at different levels, the same ordinary details may have different reactions and feelings. You can think that others like you, but some people feel that it is just a small ripple in life, fleeting, cannot last long, and should not be held on to.

I read an article. The husband went abroad to work, and he was away for three years. She still lived a busy and peaceful life. One day, she met her classmate Wei, who was still single. After that, Wei often came to help her and sent her roses frequently. Just as she was about to fall in love, her smart son stopped her, telling her that her father was coming back. He saved his breakfast money to buy her a bunch of roses. She was moved by her son's sincerity and replaced the roses from her lover with the ones her son sent. She adhered to her family and her marriage. Soon, her husband came back, and they started a peaceful and happy life again. Her son saved his mother who almost committed adultery with a bunch of roses, and also saved his family, making his mother endure loneliness and poverty, and thus preserve a happy family.

Life is ordinary. The scenery outside looks complicated, and our mood often fluctuates with our pulse. Adherence has become something we need to strive for. Sometimes, we feel that the charm of women is really great, and sometimes we feel that women are nothing special. As long as you look at it lightly and get used to it, you will see mature scenery, be in it without noticing it, and not be moved by it. When we are lonely, we still need to learn to adhere, otherwise, we will be like the woman mentioned earlier, caught by her own child and let happiness go away forever.