Mushroom and rapeseed soup

As the sun sets, we meet to go home.

Once I watched a music talk show and talked about the differences between Hong Kong and Taiwan songs and mainland songs in the 1970s and 1980s: Hong Kong and Taiwan songs were more lyrical, more delicate, and closer to people's hearts.

In fact, I like Hong Kong and Taiwan songs very much. Even if I don't understand Cantonese at all, music can transcend the language barrier; like those Oscar classic music, it is so beautiful that it is beyond words, even if it has been popular for many years...

Sometimes I also wonder whether our love will remain as passionate and romantic as time goes by, and what we should do on today's Valentine's Day.

Valentine's Day roses, Valentine's Day greeting cards, Valentine's Day candlelight dinners, and various Valentine's Day activities all seem to have nothing to do with me. Although I still have a little romantic cell in my heart when I studied literature, as time goes by, it seems that they have all disappeared on the distant horizon.

Sometimes I really don't know what romance is.

The most romantic thing I can think of now is that my husband likes to go home for dinner.

A potato, a lotus root, a few mushrooms, a handful of green vegetables, a soup, a bowl of coarse grains porridge, and a bit of staple food. Looking at my husband eating with gusto, and finally looking at the empty plate and empty bowl, I felt that the scene was so warm.

This should be the taste of home.

Today is Valentine's Day. My husband called and said: I will go home early in the evening.

In fact, no matter how late it is, the lights at home will always be lit for you, because I am always waiting for you.
As the sun set, we met to go home, lit a candle, and accompanied by soft music, our figures became the most romantic window grilles.