I always like writing and drawing, but I never write something for you, either because I don’t want to write or don’t care about it. I’m afraid that my clumsy writing won’t make you 1‰ good to me. Writing seems like a lot of things, but it seems that there is no clue. What should I write? I don’t want to show off your kindness, for fear that you will be proud of it. I am a little selfish! In the mood of flower, I don’t know the season of love, in the ignorant years, you come like a big brother, careful, considerate and considerate. You captured a young girl’s heart with sincere care. Since then, my life has changed dramatically. The obedient and sensible girl has become the most rebellious child in my parents’ eyes. Love is thousands of miles away, we have to walk over and accompany you to sing the eternal song of love naively and naively. There is no bustling auditorium, no glass of blessing, ignoring the luxury cars on the way, holding you on the bicycle, and laughing all the way. When you are not old enough, you can’t buy a ship ticket or catch up with the flight of the civil affairs bureau. You wriggle your brain, toss around the civil affairs bureau, and secretly pull me onto the passenger ship. Although you feel wronged, but it has been buried by sweet happiness. Love is always simple, get along too hard, make bricks without straw, big man have to bow for wudoumi. Only when you are short of money can you know that life is easy, life is easy, and it is not easy to live a good life. We rented a house, owed money, slept on the floor, and ate instant noodles. You have to live when you are born. In order to let me live a good life, you work hard, earn money desperately, use love as motivation, take the house as the goal, wholeheartedly for me, for the family, no matter how hard you are, no matter how tired you are, you have never heard of a complaint. The ordinary life led me to be lucky. Everything was just like the TV series showing dreams, which were so real. My son was obedient, my daughter came, and the house was implemented. Although it was not as rich and expensive as well as full of money, we have all learned to be content. Move into the new House, hold up the wine glass of happiness, and the sparks of warmth come out. Home is as warm as summer. Children and me are always concerned about you. Feelings are condensed into sand in the long river of time. In the years when passion no longer exists, you carefully care for me, love our home and keep the original promise, weaving happy fairy tales for us. Although you lack romantic feelings and talents full of poems and books, your sincerity and constant love are the most beautiful and beautiful roses in my heart. Coquetry is a woman’s practice, and tolerance is a man’s responsibility. You regard this as your motto. Up to now, you tolerate my willfulness and satisfy my vanity with a broad mind. Although I don’t say anything, my heart is moved all the time and your efforts are moved, moved by your broad mind, when others say that they envy you for having a good wife, I am happy to have a good husband. These, it is a secret that you will never know. I carefully collect it. The yearly cycle of time goes around, from acquaintance, acquaintance, love to defense. Time changes every journey like a magician, and we perform every role in an orderly way. Along the way, we have suffered, tired, and never shed tears; We have lost, hesitated, and never gave up; You said, I can fight with you, I can argue with you, it is impossible to say that we can never say that we break up. In these years, although I went out through the morning mist and went home with the moonlight behind my back, neither of them had ever complained about the hardships of life. Do you ask me if I am suffering from following you? I’m not bitter. What else can a woman ask for if she can have someone who really loves herself in her life? Walking with you, I will not be lonely on the journey, I will stay with you, and I will not regret in my heart. Ordinary life doesn’t need flowery words to pile up. I always believe that plain is the truth. I like the song sung by Zhao Yonghua very much. The most romantic thing I can think of is that I can grow old with you until we are too old to go anywhere. You still regard me as a treasure in your hands. No matter what tomorrow is, no matter how rich or poor it is, I just want to stay with you for the whole life. A few years later, the sunset, the old man strolling on the path in the forest, he was also able to talk happily about the stories in his life. Hold your hands and grow old with you!

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