My husband hugged his daughter and kissed her. I smiled warmly and reluctantly, and turned my head seriously to see if the car was the one he was going to take. It seems that all speech acts become scarce at this time, appearing melodramatic and pale. Leaving only four relatively warm and caring eyes ... shy to dodge. ...
Perhaps deep love and shallow happiness are in silence. ...
However, I kept saying to myself, "Time is slow, so it must be slow." However, the long-distance bus finally came. When waving goodbye, my husband's tall and rough figure became blurred and distant with the speed of the car.
I still stand under the big poplar with my daughter in my arms. I looked at my daughter. She doesn't even know what just happened. She is still playing with the dog tail grass that her father just picked for her, curious and happy. Now my heart is empty. ...
I don't like this feeling of always leaving. I will feel sad and empty, just like being abandoned by the world in a lonely and desolate corner, with extraordinary helplessness and panic ...
Today the year before last, the same as now. It seems that everything is like a date ... the same time to return, the same time to travel, cicadas singing and magpies happy, the trees are dark and the summer is long.
The difference is that today, the year before last, my daughter has not appeared yet.
Teenagers fall in love, my hair is waist-length. ...
I remember the year before last today, the teenager was wearing a long skirt. I was cute and playful, and my wedding dress was white and moving. In my hometown of Hejiawan, I carved our amazing life, waiting all my life, and being affectionate and calm. It turns out that love is the longest when the grass is growing and the rain is misty.
Today of that year was also a scientific research, and we met when I was preparing for the exam. While conquering the sea of questions, I read all night, so I was too happy to care. This smell is really too drunk ... let me have three heads and six arms one day.
It happened to be my birthday when the party ended today that year. My husband and sisters celebrate my birthday together. Today, my husband can't wait until my birthday because of work.
So one day after shopping for my daughter, he dragged me to the mall to try on clothes and accompanied me for three hours. It was not until I picked out two skirts that he was satisfied. Like a rich man, he generously took out his wallet.
This moment reminds me of September that year, when the mattress fever gradually subsided, I resolutely gave up my job in Shenzhen and came to Dongguan to accompany him. One day, just after work, he came to pick me up by bike. I suddenly said, "We won't go back to cook tonight. I invite you to a restaurant. " He also agreed without hesitation.
At dusk, when the lights were brightly lit, our bike stopped under the fluorescent tree of "Dream Coast Restaurant" and we started a romantic and happy date. When I finally went to pay, I found him very uncomfortable. After leaving the restaurant, he immediately ran to the goldsmith shop next door and generously selected a beautiful necklace for me. The purse-string expression at that time was exactly the same as today.
So I know this. This is his habit and way of getting along with me. ...
This time he was in a hurry on his way home, but he still found time to buy delicious food for the children at home.
After coming back, he cooked a delicious meal for his daughter's little cousin, handed me a box and said, "I bought this box for you specially." As soon as I saw it, the box said "Miss Dong".
The song "Miss Dong" was the first song he listened to me when we met, but I didn't expect him to forget it.
I also vaguely remember that he once whispered in my ear that I was his Miss Dong, and the corners of her lower body were beautiful, just like the clear water under the Anhe Bridge. ...
Maybe the songs on my mobile phone are getting better and better, and I have changed from batch to batch, but this one has been in my song list for a long time and I can't get tired of listening to it. Because it nurtures the warmth and sincerity of memory and gives me eternal light and courage to advance. ...
After sharing the food, I carefully packed Miss Dong's box. For me, this is the most precious thing. ...
I also slowly found that there are fewer stubborn things between my husband and me, and the atmosphere of harmony and tolerance is getting stronger and stronger. This may be a kind of marriage growth!
Now he is so delicate that he will accommodate me. When I play a little temper, I never take it seriously He will be very concerned about my feelings. I remember a WeChat video. I saw that a small bottle of snacks he had eaten was particularly beautiful, so I only told him what I wanted. If he really comes back this time, he will bring it to me. He bought daily necessities online and presented two flower seeds. He said he must bring it back for me, a flower lover.
I think this is plain and subtle, and nothing can be surpassed.
My husband hasn't come home for a long time. After my daughter's first birthday party, the holiday is coming to an end. However, on the morning of his departure, he specially accompanied my daughter and me to visit the "Flower Sea".
At that time, I was so happy that I was about to fly. In my life, only poems and flowers and plants are my favorites. They support my soul and extend my heart. ...
There are all kinds of patterns in "Huahua", which is beautiful. I took my daughter with flowers and photographed countless dreamlike light and shadow ... At that moment, I really hope my husband can stay and grow up with me and enjoy the gentleness of the family.
Because my daughter's childhood is only once, every point is a kind of liveliness and an idiot. And our youth is only a few times, mottled, vague, precious and beautiful. Only by witnessing each other can we enrich the taste of happiness. ...
But let me think, we are all comfortable, who can support heaven and earth? Still a woman, she can be lazy and ordinary, guarding her hometown, fields, children, an indisputable peace, planting flowers and grass, washing and cooking every day. And men are destined to be different.
Especially married men, know that they have an invisible responsibility.
Occasionally, I saw my husband's signature and said, "I have to bear the pressure myself, and no one can help." I suddenly have a feeling that we are so close and understand each other. But I really can't share his feelings with him. I really can't fit in, and I can't understand at all.
Therefore, I only hope that the burden of this life, the bitterness of life, can share life and death with him when I am under pressure, and honor and disgrace are the perfection of the rest of my life. ...
Unconsciously, we grew up like this. I accepted the maturity and ordinary of a woman, who has the responsibility and persistence of a man. We do our part, support and encourage each other, and form the flesh and blood of a family.
I don't think we'll be in any hurry. Because God gave each of us the right wisdom at the right time. On the road of life, everyone is ultimately his own savior. So I have understood God's mind, and I have no complaints.
I just want to hold my daughter and stand on a sunny day in late summer, waiting for you to come back. ...
On a sunny day, in the midsummer, I left a poetic feeling of leaves cutting the sun, the vitality of the mountains connected by a trickle, the faint glory of the years, and the most romantic youthful laughter of my husband and I, which will never be erased and will last forever. ...