# Marriage Rhyme

The young couple's life today is quite wealthy, but don't let your marriage become a disgrace.
Just like days that pass grow long, treasure each other well and never let go.
Affection is what everyone wants, but how many can truly achieve it?
Before marriage, love was strong, treating each other like a treasure,
No arguing, no fighting, couldn't bear to be apart for even a moment.
I love you, you love me, together we planted the fruit of happiness,
Our marriage is the most stable, our future days will surely be bright.

Think back to those early days, so much fun, solemnly making vows:
You promised to be with me forever, swearing you'd love me for ten thousand years.
Time flies like an arrow, the passion we once had suddenly fades,
The oaths we made, the wishes we promised, all change with time.

We got married, had a child, love's seed sprouted and grew,
Rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea—life's little things became complex.
Men work outside, women tend the home, both worn down by life's demands,
Washing clothes, raising kids, working hard, becoming like a worn-out housewife.

The husband rolls up his sleeves to earn money, the young man became a middle-aged uncle,
Busy all day long, frustration building up inside,
You smile on your face, but it's just an act in your heart.
We used to be like we tasted honey, never tired of intimacy,
Always calling "baby," wanting to feed each other at meals.

Back then our love was intense and passionate, wild and uninhibited,
Passion burned like a raging fire, happiness bloomed like a flower.
Think how sweet it was back then, now there's no more affection,
Day after day brings heartbreak and tears, turning your back when we sleep.

We used to interact every night, now neither wants to touch the other,
Husbands used to love to be active, legs never tired, back never hurt,
Now lying down they're quiet, like a machine that's broken down.

Wives used to be wild too, loved that bed at home the most,
Now they've become little lambs, preferring to sleep against the wall.

Some couples get along well, affectionate and never argue,
Others become restless, things gradually fall apart.
Such couples have hardened hearts, can't tolerate when tempers flare,
So angry they want to bite each other, insisting on divorce to feel satisfied.

Husband and wife fight and make a scene, the children worry and fret,
Relatives come, friends are called, but still can't solve the problem.
The child pleads with dad and mom, tears cry until they're dry, all for nothing,
A young heart pierced like needles—what kind of parents are these?

After divorce, we start over, wondering how far this will go,
Picking and choosing, we end up misjudging again.
As time goes on we grow tired, thinking the original spouse wasn't so bad,
Wasted so much time and effort—is this not pathetic?

I say what I say, I fuss as I fuss, but don't joke with your marriage,
Don't complain over trifles, don't make a fuss about divorce for no reason.
Since in this life we became husband and wife, we must grow old together,
Be more forgiving, less angry, don't let the small stuff bother you.

What couple doesn't bicker? Can life ever go exactly as planned?
As long as your hearts are together, life can be sweet as honey.

That's all I have to say, I'm a bit tired now, hope I've spoken some truth.