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One day, a boy to a girl, said: "If I only had a bowl of congee, I will half to my mother, the other half to you." The little girl in love with the boy. That year he was l2 years old, she was l0 years old.

After 10 years, their village was flooded, and he kept saving lives, the elderly, have children, there is knowledge, there do not know, but only did not save her in person. When she was rescued by others, some people asked him: "Since you like her, why not save her?" He said quietly: "It is because I love her, I just start to save others. She died, I and will not live. "So they got married that year. That year he was 22 years old, she was 20 years old.

Later, the national famine, they are also too poor to do nothing to boil, and finally only a small amount of noodles, made a bowl of noodles. He did not want to eat, let her eat; she could not bear to eat, let him eat! Three days later, bowl of noodle soup mildewed. At that time, he was 42 years old, her 40-year-old!

Because his grandfather was a landlord, he had been denounced. In those years, the "organization" to her "draw the line between right and wrong," she said: "I do not know who is the enemy of the people, but I know he is a good man, he loves me, and I love him, it was enough! "So she accompanied him Ai Pi, listing the procession, the couple received in the years of suffering the same fate! That year, he was 52 years old, her 50-year-old!

Many years later, he and she together to learn qigong exercise. Then they are transferred to the city every morning by bus to the downtown park, when a young man to their seat, they do not want to sit down and let the other party standing. So the two * together clutching handrails, with a satisfied smile on his face all the car people actually can not help all stood up. That year, he was 72 years old, her 70-year-old.

She said: "After 10 years, if we all had died, I must be him, he will turn into me, and then he again sent him to drink half my porridge!"

70-year-old dusty years, which is love.

一天，一个男孩对一个女孩说:“如果我只有一碗粥，我会把一半给我的母亲，另一半给你。”小女孩喜欢上了小男孩。那一年他l2岁，她l0岁。

　　过了10年，他们村子被洪水淹没了，他不停地救人，有老人，有孩子，有认识的，有不认识的，惟独没有亲自去救她。当她被别人救出后，有人问他：“你既然喜欢她，为什么不救她？”他轻轻地说：“正是因为我爱她，我才先去救别人。她死了，我也不会独活。”于是他们在那一年结了婚。那一年他22岁，她20岁。

　　后来，全国闹饥荒，他们同样穷得揭不开锅，最后只剩下一点点面了，做了一碗汤面。他舍不得吃，让她吃；她舍不得吃，让他吃！三天后，那碗汤面发霉了。当时，他42岁，她40岁！

　　因为祖父曾是地主，他受到了批斗。在那段年月里，“组织上”让她“划清界线、分清是非”，她说：“我不知道谁是人民内部的敌人，但是我知道，他是好人，他爱我，我也爱他，这就足够了！”于是，她陪着他挨批、挂牌游行，夫妻二人在苦难的岁月里接受了相同的命运！那一年，他52岁，她50岁！

　　许多年过去了，他和她为了锻炼身体一起学习气功。这时他们调到了城里，每天早上乘公共汽车去市中心的公园，当一个青年人给他们让座时，他们都不愿坐下而让对方站着。于是两人*在一起手里抓着扶手，脸上都带着满足的微笑，车上的人竟不由自主地全都站了起来。那一年，他72岁，她70岁。

　　她说：“10年后如果我们都巳死了，我一定变成他，他一定变成我，然后他再来喝我送他的半碗粥！”

　　70岁的风尘岁月，这就是爱情。

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