Articles describing the feelings of husband and wife 1: I love each other all my life. I always thought that romance is love. I always thought that love must be vigorous, and I can live or die. I can give up everything I have in pursuit of truth and love. As long as I can get it, I will be reckless. I always long for romance, sincerity, beauty and affection, and I will always love them. After I have searched for many years and failed many times, I deeply know that in the long river of life, love is no longer just romance, only sincerity, only beauty, only affection, and love contains too much. People look forward to the future, chew happiness in dullness and show love in sincerity.
/kloc-when I was 0/5 years old, I experienced my first love. At that time, I knew nothing. In the third grade, I met him, a boy of the same age 15. What's his name? Runner-up I was a worker's child, and I was a rural child at that time. I met my uncle on the recommendation of his children. From then on, we began to love each other, but it was not entirely love. I've only known him for three months. I met him about five times. We don't know what to say to each other. We just let my uncle's children hold my hand and shake his hand. This is the deepest memory left by my first love. He will join the army when we meet for the sixth time. I remember hugging each other when we broke up. He gave me a pen and I gave him a notebook.
In the next three long years, he wrote many letters to me, and I received letters from him almost every day. I am immersed in the promise of love. In those three years, I also wrote him countless letters. Sometimes there is only one word in his letter to me, me. Then the next letter will be a word of love, and then it will be you I spent three years in such a romantic love. In the meantime, he went home to visit relatives once, and we met once. Everyone seems to have nothing to say, as if speechless. Did they say too much in the letter, or for what reason? I don't know. I just thought to myself that I would love him forever in my life. Stay with him and never part. I even gave him a pair of pillowcases, which we only gave to lovers in the country. Get engaged to him when he comes back. Our parents also agreed to our marriage. Although I am from the countryside, my parents accepted me because of my beauty and simplicity. I think I am the happiest person in the world.
I spent three years in endless waiting. Countless people came to propose marriage, but I refused. I want to stay in my love. I firmly believe that he loves me and I love him. I miss my lover. I'm sure he misses me in the army, too. Now, between the lines, we have a lot of tenderness and vows of eternal love, which may have been repeated thousands of times. I believe that such sincere love will stand the test of time. However, I was wrong. When he was demobilized, disaster broke out between me and him with irresistible force. When he was demobilized, my family became a farmer, and I went to a technical school with excellent results. It stands to reason that my happy life with him has just begun. After three long years of waiting, he finally came back, and I solved the hukou problem as I wished, so we can finally fall in love seriously.
In the Spring Festival that year, he formally came to my house to propose marriage. When he left, he wanted to read my diary I always like to write down my thoughts. When I miss him, when I am in pain, when I am confused and helpless, because when I was in junior high school, I was a talented poet in our school magazine. I like Shelley, Dante and Shu Ting. I always write some poems and copy all my favorite poems, but I didn't expect my favorite poems and famous sayings to ruin my first love.
I will never forget that day. It snowed lightly. It was Valentine's Day. I received his letter and my diary. In the letter, he said that I was unworthy of his love. He doesn't want a woman like that. I don't understand. He said in his letter that my diary was written clearly. I opened my diary and saw this sentence in his fold: I like people who know my ugliest privacy best and don't dislike me. I don't remember whose famous saying this is, but I know it is definitely not my famous saying. If I can say so philosophically, maybe I am Dante and Hemingway. I know what he is thinking. I don't know whether this is his sorrow or mine. He thinks I have something to hide. He says he doesn't want to be the one who won't abandon me.
I walked in the snow for a long time and didn't know how to face it. A love tragedy is on, and I can't find the answer. At that moment, I didn't know whether I should hate his ignorance or my amorous feelings. Tears streaming down my face, rain and snow brought me pain. I don't know what happened. The person I have been waiting for for for three years is such a superficial and blind person. I didn't have a chance to explain. In fact, I know that any explanation is pale. I can't prove my innocence. Should I check the integrity of the hymen? I don't want to. I think it's useless and redundant for him. I believe in myself. I am struggling with my own pain. I walked in the snow for five hours. I don't know whether to sing an elegy for my love or regret my blind efforts. I lost three years of youth and three years of feelings, just like my lost love, it can't be called love. At that time, I thought. I didn't even know the literature I loved, but I betrayed me at the most critical moment. I don't know if this will help me recognize him. I avoided a wrong marriage or lost my so-called love and saved my life. I don't know anything, but the snow got into my cloakroom. I'm cold, from head to toe, cold. Tears formed frost on my face, and I only knew that I was in pain.
When I arrived at the post office, I felt I should draw a curtain for this love. I asked for a blank piece of paper without writing anything. I put it in an envelope and sent it. I don't know what I mean. Confess my innocence? Do I look like that piece of paper? White and flawless? Or I have nothing to say with him? I don't know, maybe it has two meanings. In fact, people like him don't understand me, I know, but I think I should do that. From now on, I won't miss him, I won't love him, he doesn't deserve my love, because he doesn't understand.
Several years later, I had my second love, which was in my mood prose; ; I made it very clear. The same romance. The same me. Made the same mistake again. Let the tragedy that I should have forgotten be staged again. I don't want to say that I no longer believe in love, but after listening to a story of my friend, I finally understand where I am wrong. My friend said: My mother is illiterate and didn't go to school, but one day, when he and my father were sitting on the sofa watching football, my father took my mother's hand and explained to him over and over again what was the score, what was a foul and what was offside. My mother listened carefully, and my father spoke carefully. When he wanted to change the channel, he quietly left. He said that at that moment he believed it was love.
Look for love in the plain, perfect yourself in the truth, look forward to the first morning light in every ordinary morning, feel it in every peaceful word-gentleness, care in every subtle action. Perhaps true love is hidden in the plain, hidden in everyone's face, let us find it with sincere heart and sublimate it with true love. Maybe I will look for love in the future, and I will look for it in this ordinary life. Looking for every sunrise and sunset, but I no longer think that only romance is love. I will find my own star. Maybe he only has a faint light, but he only flashes for me, diluting my love in a dull life. I think that's enough.
Article 2 describing the feelings between husband and wife: Looking back 500 times in the past life between husband and wife, only this life passed by.
A hundred years in the same boat, a thousand years in the same pillow.
These words are all about fate, and people can join hands to become husband and wife. Isn't this a fate that has been repaired? Therefore, couples should cherish this hard-won hand in hand.
I saw such a story on the Internet. Husband and wife, the man works hard outside, the woman does housework at home, and the man gets up early every day to make a living and often goes home drunk. Housework, child care and so on are all undertaken by a woman. Men have no time to go shopping with their wives, let alone go sightseeing with them, or even talk. Once, when her husband came back, the woman said to him, "Come with me to buy a dress tomorrow", but her husband said impatiently, "Go buy it yourself, I don't have time. She begged him to go shopping with her, but her husband didn't say a few words in bed. In this way, the monotonous life day after day, her feelings and emotions can not be released, making her feel that life is very depressed and boring. Finally one day, she filed for divorce and left the man she thought was wasting her youth.
In fact, every couple, from love to marriage, to the daily life of daily necessities, warm feelings will not always be as exciting as first love, but they will always calm down, and they will always lead a dull life. The key is that in this dull life, feelings cannot be dull, and the feelings of the other party cannot be ignored. Love needs understanding, consideration, care and knowing what the other person is thinking and needs. Men should know how to love themselves. If you don't want to drift away, you can only sympathize with each other.
I have seen such a couple. They have a good relationship. The woman is excellent, so she looks a little strong. What clothes and shoes the man wears when he goes out should be done according to her aesthetic point of view. This man likes smoking and drinking, and sometimes he has to get together with friends. It is inevitable that he will get drunk. This is simply unbearable for her. She often scolds him loudly: Do you want to live? This is ... In fact, this is all well-intentioned, for the sake of her husband's health, it is a manifestation of love. But her love didn't make her husband understand. Instead, she feels that she is restricting her personal freedom, and sometimes she can't help but resist. Quarrels often occur, sometimes even very fierce. Therefore, love, sometimes pay attention to ways and means, know how to respect and tolerate, love him, give him some space, respect his hobbies and give him freedom. So, if a man is not addicted to alcohol and tobacco, if it will not affect his health, can this hobby be returned to him? Smoking is harmful to health, but he must realize that compulsory results are counterproductive.
A harmonious marriage means constant communication, continuous improvement and adaptation. You can't take it for granted, and you can't impose your thoughts and wishes on each other. Everyone is an independent individual in this world. You can't be him and he can't be you. When two people are together, they are more accepting each other than changing each other. This is tolerance. If you just want to change, it is not life, it is war. There should be a long and painful running-in process between husband and wife.
A violent man may never learn to love a woman. Such men need a woman just because they lack a nanny or the tools to carry on the family line. The idea of husband power is serious and male chauvinism. If you are slightly dissatisfied, you will take it out on your wife, either beating or scolding. In such a family, most women have no financial resources, rely heavily on their husbands' thoughts, and tolerate and compromise everything, which further encourages the arrogance of men and escalates violence in the tolerance of women.
Domestic violence is not a simple violence, but a long-term and repeated violence, which seriously destroys the victim's body and brings great mental pain to the victim. This kind of invisible pain is more difficult to heal than physical injury, and the consequences are more serious, or lead to mental disorder, distorted personality, or suicide, or violence against violence, resulting in bloody cases. This situation is very common. Domestic violence is not only condemned by people, but also illegal, but many such men think that beating and scolding their wives is his own business and has nothing to do with breaking the law. Such a man should think about it. If you don't love her, just let her go. If you don't love her, you shouldn't hit others. If you don't love her, what do you hate? Either you choose to accept or you choose to give up. It is incompetent for a man to beat and scold his wife, and it is stupid and idiot to show your strength on his wife.
Cold violence is also a kind of domestic violence, which can be carried out by both men and women.
There is a couple, both of whom graduated from university and both of whom are senior white-collar workers. They are handsome and charming, and have spent more than 40 years in love with men and women. Later, the wife always suspected that her husband was cheating. Once her husband came back late, she asked him what he had done, who he was with, what he had done and so on. At first, a man always answers patiently, but after a long time, he becomes impatient. Later, when his wife asked, he immediately walked away and went to chat with his friends. When chatting with my girlfriend, I gradually developed feelings. I often stayed out for the night and never talked to my wife when I came back. I was cold and heartless and lived in separate beds. In this way, his wife followed him from time to time and found out about his affair, which made him very ill.
Cold violence means that when there is a conflict between husband and wife, they torture each other with their hearts intentionally or unintentionally, which makes the marriage in an abnormal state for a long time and affects each other's normal life. Although domestic cold violence has not caused direct physical injury, no scars and no blood, it is actually a cruel mental abuse, causing no less harm than violence that is either beating or cursing.
Husband and wife can be together, first of all, your recognition and mutual trust. On the basis of trust, love can last. Each of us makes a living in this society. Husband and wife not only belong to this family, but also to this society. Therefore, we should give each other their own activity space and respect each other's personality. If we are always afraid of each other's love, we actually lack confidence in ourselves. Love needs ability, and that ability is to make the person you love love you. Both husband and wife should learn to appreciate each other. If you learn to appreciate, you will know how to enjoy. Learn to appreciate and you will have happiness; Learn to appreciate and you will be close to happiness. No one is perfect, and gold is not enough. You should learn to tolerate each other's shortcomings and shortcomings and help each other in their careers. If you can help him solve some problems, will he dare to despise you? Only by doing one thing can you have status. If love really comes to an end, don't cling to love that doesn't belong to you. In this way, you will torture others and yourself, and don't think about revenge. Think about it. If you get back at others, you will also get hurt. At least you have exhausted your energy and wasted your youth. Marriage is a glass of wine and a cup of tea. Being strong is better than being dull, and being dull is better than lasting, because marriage will consume love. Let go if you don't love, and don't hurt.
There are many things between husband and wife, but no matter what state the marriage is in, it must be carefully managed, and the essence of this kind of marriage management is that both sides can understand each other, communicate with each other, adapt to each other and tolerate each other, because love is the collision of two sparks, which can only be blended in friction and promoted in broad love. The exchange of ideas must be based on emotion. The sound of the heart cannot be separated from the impact of feelings. Whether a marriage can last depends entirely on whether two people can hit it off and adapt to each other.
The third article describes the feelings of husband and wife: a swan with white feathers, blushing mouth and slender head and neck. Elegant posture, beautiful and noble. Swan always appears in pairs. When its other half died, the remaining one was unhappy, some went on a hunger strike, and some were double suicide. Some hit a cliff and died; Some even flew to high places, suddenly rushed to the lake and died of diving ... faithful love, touching. -inscription
People say, you can't get married without fighting. However, no one knows what kind of ups and downs this couple have gone through together in the long journey of life, 10 years, 20 years, 30 years, 40 years, 46 years ... Perhaps, at the last moment, all the ups and downs have become seven-color rainbows.
In this way, Uncle Wang came all the way, from a tall and burly handsome boy, from a railway cadre, from a business hipster, and finally he was old and in poor health. Aunt Wang is like this, from a petite girl, from a graceful railway attendant, to an old woman who is terminally ill now.
However, they are old, and the couple are still unwilling to get rid of the bad temper that has accompanied them all their lives. The quarrel is getting worse. It happened that this aunt is a very serious person, and her health is getting worse and worse, and she can't stand her anger and unhappiness at all. Every time I quarrel with my uncle recently, I always feel my heart pounding, my face flushed and exhausted. Xiao Wang, the eldest son with his parents, is in his early forties and has a successful career. The couple can neither close the shop nor stop the company to be full-time mediators for the old couple. Xiao Wang is rubbing his hands inside and outside the house. After he finished smoking a pack of cigarettes in one breath, he discussed with his father to put him in a nursing home for a while, and then took him back after his mother got a little better. My uncle happily accepted his son's arrangement and said that he wanted a nursing home with the best conditions and the highest fees in the city.
You must tell your wife before you leave. Xiao Wang insisted that his father say it himself. Uncle dawdled until it was time to go, and then slowly told his wife where he was going. Aunt still hates the quarrel between the two last night? Well, that's ambitious. You left me there alone last night, but today, it's ... as far away as possible. Don't let me see you again. ?
Uncle hesitated at the moment, his hands froze on his chest, as if to hold his aunt's hand. The aunt sitting by the bed clearly understood his wife's intention. First, she rubbed back and saw that Uncle hadn't left yet. She simply twisted her body to one side, turned her back on Uncle, waved to his wife behind her and kept saying? Go, go, go, go, you stand here, I won't disturb others, will I? Uncle Wang looked at his son, then at his wife, took back his hands, and left with his son glumly.
It's just one night. My aunt, who was still gnawing steel and iron early yesterday morning, was grinding in bed. I talked to myself for a while:? That old ghost doesn't know whether he can adapt to living there. ; ? The old ghost has high blood pressure, and Captopril doesn't know if he has it. What should he do if he is confused? ; ? The old ghost has few teeth left, his stomach is not good, and his meal is terrible.
Before noon, my aunt called her son who had just left for a while and asked him to contact the nursing home immediately to inquire about the situation in detail. Xiao Wang quickly told her that the phone call was made on the way to work. Dad said it was nice there. I didn't sleep much last night, so I will get used to it in a few days. It is said that I will play chess with my roommate in the afternoon.
When he came back from work at night, Xiao Wang found that his mother didn't move much after the cooked lunch. Aunt took her son's hand with red eyes: Your father hasn't been on a business trip these years, so he hasn't been out of the house much. He won't get used to staying there alone. ? Little Wang Qiang tried not to laugh: Really ... Yesterday? Aunt waved her hand and said that what the couple quarreled with could not be counted. ? What do you mean ... Go and get him back. ? So you ...? Don't worry, I won't argue with him again. ? Really? Aunt's hair turned gray and she nodded a few times. Xiao Wang left in a hurry without changing clothes. ......
But that night, the old couple had another quarrel. Xiao Wang heard the noise and ran to try to calm the old couple down. As a result, he informed the hospital early in the morning to send someone to give an intravenous drip to his aunt. When it was stable here, he rushed to send his uncle to a nursing home.
Conditions here are really good. A small courtyard in the countryside, several vegetable fields and several fruit trees are rare in the city, which makes Uncle Wang who can take care of himself very happy. Xiao Wang takes some time to sit with his father every day. 20 15 March, the first day of the once-in-a-century heavy snow, Xiao Wang went to give his father the breakfast he had said the day before. When we parted, the old man made a playful face at his son. Xiao Wang and his father both laughed.
That night, my normally steady aunt tossed for a long time, then rolled over and sat up, then stretched her legs and lay down ... The expression on her face was a little painful, but she really couldn't say what was wrong. Xiao Wang patiently protected his old mother, massaged the old man's legs, and carefully asked what was wrong.
The hurried ringing of the telephone broke the silence of the winter night.
? Yes, we'll be right there. ? Wang motioned for his wife with his eyes. It was a call from the nursing home, and his father suddenly fell ill. Looking at the mother who finally fell asleep, the young couple both rushed into the night. ......
The phone rang again, and the caller clearly said that the old man was dying ... they trotted off just in time to see their father for the last time. The old man died peacefully. The staff of the nursing home told them that the last sentence the old man said was? Mel ... Mel? That's the name of the mother he has been calling for all his life. Grieving, Xiao Wang thought he was really scared. If mom catches up, won't she die?