What is love, the woman hanging from the toilet post, that can make you see the true meaning of love?

"Mom, I'm back."

"Mom, Mom."

"What's going on, man?"

"Ah------", a sharp cry broke through the silence of the night.

The neighbors who heard the sound rushed over to ask the girl who was spreading on the ground, what was wrong?

"My mother, ----- in the toilet," the girl cried with trembling and fear.

Several neighbors seemed to realize something and had the audacity to walk together toward the toilet.

In the toilet, a woman hanging from a pillar, her head hanging down, her tongue spitting out. People have long since lost their breath.

For a time, the atmosphere around them was replaced by sadness.

People are sighing, what a good person, husband and wife have good feelings, good family conditions, how can they not think about it?

Life is only halfway through, more than fifty years old, unfortunately.

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Two days later, the funeral was out. There were no men in the funeral procession.

A month later, the man was in love with another woman, holding hands sweetly.

More than three months later, the men and women were licensed. There is a harmonious home again.

O woman hanging from the toilet pillar, you can't stand the pain of illness, gone. The child has no mother.

Your once-proud lover didn't even give you a final goodbye in order to be able to remarry.

Is this the love you have spent half your life in the world?

I was so confused.

Can anyone tell me what love is? What is love?

Can anyone tell me what kind of love doesn't hurt?

Can anyone tell me if only my love for myself is the truest?

And do you still believe in love?

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