Some people say that fighting between husband and wife is love, and it is uncomfortable not to fight or scold. what do you think?

Fighting between husband and wife is love, and it is uncomfortable not to fight or scold. Although this language is not so civilized, it contains love, which is so simple and direct. Love is a good word. Many people may want someone to cry for her, laugh for her and do everything for her. Like the princess and prince charming in fairy tales. Although the reality is not as romantic as the love in fairy tales, there is a more appropriate and warm expression of love, that is, "beating is kissing, scolding is love."

We all hope to have a beautiful love experience or a beautiful marriage to accompany us all our lives. I hope that lovers can always be harmonious and beautiful, not angry and not fighting. But if this is always the case, does it seem that love life is monotonous, without passion, color and taste, just like cooking? If you don't add salt and seasoning, is this dish terrible? In fact, trivial quarrels are also the lubricant of love, which will deepen our feelings.

My neighbor is an old couple. They are very caring, and people around them envy them. In fact, they are not what we call never quarreling. On the contrary, they make noise every day, just like two young lovers who have just fallen in love. This grandfather is a retired teacher. Needless to say, this grandmother is a well-deserved teacher's wife. Maybe it's because this grandfather is too old to walk. It is this grandmother who helps him. Sometimes I see their backs supporting each other, and the sky and the surrounding environment are as beautiful as a picture of love. I really envy them.

Once grandpa pretended that he couldn't walk, so he said to his grandmother, I can't walk. Come and help me. This grandmother is also a hot temper. She said angrily, you won't walk slowly by yourself and call me for everything. Grandpa snickered there and said, you are the person I love most in my life, and others want her to help me. Grandma said, who will help you? You are a bad old man now. Grandpa said, don't believe me. He gave a cry and came to give me a hand. Now grandma is anxious and says, ok, ok, I'll help you. Their conversation made everyone present laugh, and a burst of haha made us happy.