The growth of a sweet wife

Chapter 3

God knows how happy I am
Who knows how sweet my love is
get me drunk, get me addicted

Inextricably trapped in a dream of love

willing to sleep forever
sleep forever
When I woke up in the morning, he was gone, and there was a text message on my phone, "Xiaohe, I'm sorry, the company is in a hurry, so I'm leaving first!" The time was [-]:[-] in the morning, I didn't expect to leave so early, although it was a little Angry, but not angry when I think of last night.I sent a text message and said, "Well, be careful, call if you have something to do." I hugged my phone and was intoxicated.

When I got home, I still couldn't forget the passion of last night. Before he came back, I hurriedly adjusted the color of my life, created some romance for love, made life more exciting and love sweeter.

While preparing a candlelight dinner, I hummed my own "Song of Happiness".This out-of-tune tune makes me so happy. It seems how happy it is to add some music to my life once in a while?

I don't know what happened to him, I never ask, I'm not like Jiali, follow him 24 hours a day?I am always ready to call and make a surprise attack at any time. I am not so sure about Song Zizhong, but I have my own way. I firmly believe that as long as I trust him [-]% and give him enough freedom, he will definitely resist the temptation.There is no secret between us, as long as it is something I should know, he will tell me everything when he comes home, until I don’t want to hear it anymore, if he says there is something urgent, it must be something urgent, I just don’t ask , he will tell me when he gets home.

I carefully cut my carrots, tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, and arranged them into beautiful patterns, and then prepared the main course. I designed eight dishes: Tuanyuanyuan, Meimeihao, Peace and Peace, Enenaiaiai, Hundred Years It's a good match, everything goes well, like glue, like paint, eight stars hug each other.A table full of dishes made me exhausted, but I was also tired and happy. I also made cakes with my own hands. Every time we celebrated our birthdays, we made our birthday cakes by ourselves. Yes, we will do as shown in the picture. When we apply the cream, we always apply it unevenly. Finally, we apply it on each other's face, and then it will cause a lingering sensation.

Candles, red wine, music, what else is not ready?Why does it always feel worse?Oh, I had a sudden idea that I should also write a poem for him, so I found out the paper and pen, and started to look for inspiration, whether it is difficult or not, the key lies in inspiration, which is It's a difficult problem, and I'm not good at it.

I love you like the wind in spring...

After thinking about it for a long time, I thought about this sentence, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t think of the next sentence. A piece of paper was scratched, scratched and written again. I desperately collected the words in my mind. Fang hates less"?Am I really "the boss is sad" now?My intestines are so regretful, why didn't I study Chinese well?
I love you like the bright moon in the sky...

Primary school level, can I still write it?Forget it, looking at the pile of papers behind me, I am speechless.

God, earth, earth, I am acting like a baby with you, can you reward me with some IQ?

I beg God, I am hopeless. I heard that many writers like to write in the toilet. I heard that there seems to be inspiration there. I will try it too. It seems a bit stupid to do such a thing, but for the sake of love, what does it matter to be stupid , I'm going all out, besides, when I'm not writing poems, don't I have to go to the toilet?This is not called sacrifice.

So I sat on the toilet. When it comes to the toilet, to be honest, I have never understood why it is called a toilet?Some people say: The reason why China's roads are called roads is because we follow the road of Marx.As for the toilet, why is it called a toilet?I still don't know the reason, but it is said that it has something to do with Li Shiming's dynasty.

With a pen in my mouth and a piece of paper in my hand, I said to myself in pain, "Strength, force, come out, come out." At the moment when my stomach is relaxed, my head is really more flexible, and it is like a flood. Across the target platform and out of control?

if i love you...

If I love you-

Not like a climbing lily flower,
Show yourself off with your high branches:

If I love you-

Never learn from infatuated birds,

repeating monotonous songs for shade;

more than a fountain,

Sending cool comfort all year round;
It is not just like a dangerous peak, which increases your height and sets off your majesty.

Even daylight.

Even spring rains.

No, these are not enough!

I must be a kapok near you,
Stand with you as the image of the tree.

Roots, clinging to the ground,
Leaves, touching in the clouds.

every gust of wind,
We all salute each other,
but no one
understand our words.

You have your copper sticks and iron trunks,

like a knife, like a sword,
Also like a halberd,
I have my red flowers,

like a heavy sigh,

And like the torch of valor,
We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, thunderbolt;
We share mist, liulan, hauni,
as if separated forever,

But they depend on each other for life,

This is great love,

Perseverance is here:

Not only love your majestic body,
I also love the position you insist on, the ground under your feet
I don’t know how long it took, but I finally completed my masterpiece. I’m really amazing. I’m like a god. I can think of such a learned thing. I really can’t believe it. ?I was so happy in my heart, I read it over and over again, the words are so beautiful "If I love you..." I am simply a genius, I am more of a poet than a poet, I dare say that if I publish it, it will definitely attract people. The resonance of "people with love" all over the world is so beautiful, "I love not only your stalwart body, but also the position you insist on, the land under your feet." It is so emotional and flavorful.

If I love you... If I love you...

I read and read, feeling my masterpiece while waiting for my lover to return.

I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh...

Why does this sentence feel so familiar?Why do I feel like I have heard it before? Why is it so familiar?
We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunderbolt; we share mist, liulan, and hauni.

I seemed to remember something, went back to the study, found a book, flipped through it, mom?How could it be published just after I wrote it? After a closer look, I realized that this poem had been presented to the world as early as many years ago. It turned out to be Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree". I said, how could I write such a poem? What about learned things?It turned out to be a memory left in my mind from memorizing it before.

I am completely hopeless.I failed, my poetry project failed, I admire Song Zizhong more and more, where does his inspiration come from?How long did it take him to write it?I was so moved that I asked him to write me a song when he came back.

(End of this chapter)