When people reach middle age, no matter how vigorous and lingering they have been, husband and wife will also live as comrades-in-arms.
Jointly deal with the trivial and economic pressure of firewood, rice, oil and salt.
Together, they face the sudden sense of nothingness and the powerlessness of people in middle age.
Together, they face the rebellion of their adolescent children, dislike, roll their eyes, and slam the door.
Facing the aging of your parents, your body is getting worse, you are getting weaker and weaker, and you are becoming more and more dependent on you.
Living as a comrade-in-arms is really not ridicule, let alone sadness, but a kind of affection that will never give up, and righteousness that will be in the same boat through thick and thin.
