Love the person who holds an umbrella for you

　　That day I saw a photo of the great painter Wu Guanzhong and his wife. 　　It was on Huangshan Mountain, probably raining. Wu Guanzhong was painting, and his wife stood behind him, holding an umbrella. 　　I stood there for a long time in front of that photo; what a touching scene. 　　She stood behind him, holding the umbrella for him. Years later, she developed Alzheimer's and would repeatedly go to the kitchen to turn on the gas, always afraid it was on. He would follow behind her; if she turned it on, he would turn it off. He 　　never found it annoying. 　　Even in old age, passion faded, but their love endured. 　　Tony Leung Ka-fai once said, "In the beginning, when love is strongest, it's passion; in middle age, it's intensity; in old age, it's finding joy in each other. He is her left hand, she is his right hand; touching them no longer evokes any feeling—that's true love." 　　Leung's wife wasn't beautiful; standing next to him, she was far less attractive than him. A man in his forties is full of charm, while a woman in her forties is past her prime. Yet, Tony Leung Ka-fai was devoted to his family and had no scandals. Because he was captivated by that woman's charm; she was virtuous and kind, the woman who always stood behind him, holding an umbrella for him. How could he not love such a woman? 　　My girlfriend is a beautiful woman, a fashion designer at a large company. Her husband was just a college classmate, an ordinary office worker. Every day when she came home, he would prepare her bathwater and wait for her to drink the soup he had cooked. 　　Rich and powerful men also pursued her, asking how she could marry a man who commutes by bicycle, and such an ordinary man at that. 　　My girlfriend smiled and said, "Because he knows how to love me. In his eyes, I'm not a famous fashion designer; I'm just a little woman he cherishes, drinking his soup, having him comb my hair—I feel so happy. " 　　Soon after, my girlfriend was diagnosed with uterine fibroids and faced the problem of infertility. Her husband said, "You are my only treasure. Whether we have children or not doesn't matter, as long as you're here." 　　My girlfriend cried. She knew she hadn't misjudged him. She said, "When the storm comes, he'll always be the one to hold an umbrella for me. Why wouldn't I love a man like that?" 　　Finding that person is hard; many find them but don't cherish them, repeatedly letting them slip away. 　　My classmate started his own company after graduating from university. The first thing he did with his money was to replace his wife, who had stood by him through thick and thin. Even though she begged him on her knees, she couldn't win him back. He took his new lover to another city, but his business failed miserably. Penniless, the young woman left him. He contemplated suicide, but then received a call from his ex-wife. 　　By then, she was married. She said, "You can't die. It's not that I miss you so much, it's that my child can't be without a father." 　　He cried. He knew he had lost the person who held the umbrella 　　for him. He also understood why his ex-wife had called. Love was gone, but the bond of gratitude remained. She remembered his past kindness but forgot his faults. She and her current husband took him home, helped him with bank loans, and supported him until he made a comeback. He didn't say thank you, but from that moment on, he learned the meaning of gratitude. 　　Love the person who holds an umbrella for you, and savor the beauty of love slowly. Love isn't just about romantic moments under the moon or sweet nothings; most of the time, it's in weathering storms together, in the everyday life of a married couple, and in the small, everyday things, the gestures and expressions of affection. So, if you meet someone who's willing to hold an umbrella for you, then love them well.