If I die in love.
Every time I face your cold face, hear your dismissive words, or see your angry eyes, or you haven't come back after midnight, and your cell phone hasn't answered for dozens of times, I feel that you don't need me anymore. You already hate me, and I hate your contempt and your fickle feelings. If we end up like this, it will be over, and breaking up is no big deal! I have a job, hands and feet. I can live without you! The reason why we didn't break up was to give our children a complete home, fearing that single-parent families would bring harm to their children! I have consumed my feelings for you in your repeated injuries! Let's pretend that we never loved each other, let's pretend that we never met.
However, if all this is true, can I act like it never happened?
Every time I restore calm, I quietly sit on the sofa and think: Is this the person I chose? Am I still the same person? Is our love and marriage really dying step by step? Your temperature is still beside your pillow, and your tenderness is still in your ears. There are still many promises you have made that have not been fulfilled. Your clothes and belongings can be seen everywhere. The most terrible thing is that the children ask me again and again: "Where is Dad?" ..... All this, how should I clean up without a trace? I'm afraid you'll leave. The room is full of ideas. Maybe I will miss you painfully all day, with tears streaming down my face.
To be honest, I really don't want to leave you. Looking back on our time, a bicycle was full of romance, we were lying on the lawn looking forward to the future, and we were salvaging the joy of love by the reservoir. We hold hands and never part. Ten years have passed, and I still love you as always. I'm still willing to discuss anything important with you, because I think your analysis is reasonable; Something is broken at home. I'll wait for you to come back and fix it. It's really a pleasure to watch you concentrate on repairing things. Even if you are sleeping beside me, I can't help looking into your eyes and reaching out to touch your angular handsome face; I appreciate your singing and dancing in the karaoke bars. I have to admit that you are an excellent man. You must be deeply loved by women.
As for me, I have always been an insecure person. Looking at myself in my heart, I always feel that I am nothing. The beauty of youth is fading away, and my self-proclaimed literary talent is not worth mentioning, but I can't let go of my literary dream. I just want to read and write all day without doing housework ... I still remember your criteria for finding a lover-a sparrow staying at home, but I just want to be a swan! A small deviation at the beginning now seems to be the difference between Wan Li! As a housewife, I am too unqualified! But I don't want to change yet! What can I do to attract you? What can I do to save our marriage?
When I am alone, I like wandering in our young years. I often think bitterly, if we die in my best and brightest moment, when we love each other deeply, how good it would be! How nice! Then you must love me the most in your life. Maybe every sleepless night, you will think of me, think of my beauty, think of my goodness, and remember that when I was young, I loved a beautiful woman and had a wonderful love with her. Moreover, I have never quarreled about family trifles, all I have is romance ... I can be your favorite person and die without regret.
If I die when we are madly in love, I will disappear into the smoke. So ten years later, will you still think of me? Will I be the favorite woman in your life?
: a father in love
Father is 45 years old today. But I still can't see any traces of silver in his black hair. I just feel that the hair dye I bought is like being squeezed with toothpaste every day, and I soon lost weight, which seems a little dehydrated. I casually asked my father, "Why is your hair darker and brighter than the woman Andy Lau wants?" My father smiled and said to me, "When I was a child, I ate too much black beans. When I was a child, I studied hard and ate a lot of ink, so it was naturally so dark." I asked again, "What's the trick?" Father added: "The ancients said,' If you are near Zhu Zhechi, you will be black if you are near Mexico.' If you drill into those dark places every day, your hair will be darker. "Oh," I replied in surprise, "I see." I continued to ask, "Why doesn't Dad find a woman?" The father replied, "Women are the most fundamental source of trouble." "Is my father going to find himself another wife and a stepmother?" Father continued to answer, "when I saw you, I knew that women in this world were unreliable;" When I saw your mother, I knew that women in this world would lose long-term lunch tickets if they got long-term fast food tickets; When I saw your grandmother, I knew that women in this world not only wanted to be men's wives, but also wanted to be men's mothers. " I snorted and walked away. Because I know from all the signs that my father is in love. The next step is to "catch the crime on the spot and catch the rape in bed."
I got up early this morning to see whose name my dream father was calling. But I didn't see my father at home. There was a miracle in my father's room that had never happened before. All the sheets have been replaced with new ones, and the quilts have been completely folded. I went in from the outside, climbed to the ground to look for my father's ugly socks hidden under the bed, and began to distribute "cotton", but I didn't see any clues, just let me find the smell of perfume. I followed the smell and found a bottle of "cologne" in my father's clothes drawer, which was specially marked "for men only" below. What surprised me even more was that even soap played the role of perfume, and it was placed in the middle of clothes.
At this time, dad came back from outside. I also slipped out of the room quickly. I saw my father pull out two "white radish heads" from the shiny leather shoes, humming a ditty, "The head can fall off, the blood can flow, and the leather shoes must not be oily." I started screaming, because for a middle-aged person who doesn't like cleanliness, wearing white cotton socks is actually more difficult than going to heaven. However, the temptation of "white" still can't hinder the power of ugly feet, but it is mixed with a strange smell. My sense of smell has been analyzed for tens of thousands of times, and my father's feet are ugly. It's even worse just to spray a little perfume into the ugly gas. Then when my father got up for the first time, he accused me of not brushing my teeth and washing my face, and threatened that he would come to help me if I didn't go soon. I also sneaked into the kitchen to see what he did when he wasn't looking. I didn't expect my father's ditty to be changed again. "Foot odor is not a disease. It stinks. "
After a while, when my father's meal was almost ready, I heard the sound of knocking at the door. But I didn't open the door. I poked my head out of the room carefully. Father went to the door and looked at me again. Did he see any signs of me? He began to promise to open the door, but he didn't answer it either. I can think here. It turned out that my father took out a small mirror, comb and mold from his right pocket. He shook the bottle of moose vigorously and hissed. The bottle was squeezed out by half because of too much force. I'm laughing here to see what dad does, and dad actually touches his hair. Fortunately, no outsiders saw my dad like this, otherwise he would definitely think that he was using shampoo to dry-clean his hair. Then my father skillfully held the mirror in his left hand and the comb in his right hand, and kept combing his hair back. I was thinking that my father must have seen a dark-haired Beckham in the mirror. Besides, my father's ditty has changed again. "The head can fall off, the blood can flow, and the head shape can't be chaotic."
Later, when I opened the door, I also went out. My father asked me to call her "Aunt Jia". I was the only one who put my foot in my mouth and said it was a "fake stepmother". My father immediately corrected my mistake and said, "What a stepmother." As a result, my aunt was surprised and said, "We are not there yet, are we?" The father went on to say, "Yes, I didn't miss the word." I interrupted him and said, "Men want to get married and women want to get married." Make both adults feel ashamed.
It's time for dinner. Father brought delicious food from the kitchen. Aunt praised my father's ability, and I replied, "In fact, all the ingredients are put according to the recipe, and finally they are put in the dew of the microwave oven for several times before they are released." Add another sentence: "When my father went to buy it for the first time, he regarded the staff as a recipe. I don't know which country wrote it." As a result, my father stepped on my foot and whispered, "The secret must not be revealed." Aunt shook a spoonful of tofu, put it in her mouth, and suddenly spit it all out. Said, "Why is it so salty?" I also shook a spoonful. It was really salty, but I swallowed it anyway. Say, "tofu is not delicious if it is not salty." Isn't it, dad? " Father nodded above, prepared a hundred-dollar bill below and handed it to me quietly. At first glance, it turned out to be the words written last time: "If you can help your father eat my aunt's tofu, then this hundred dollars is yours." I smiled and felt that my father really knew me too well. If you write me a note, I will definitely not sell it; I don't know what to do if you only give me one hundred yuan. Then, of course, the briber has to make a difference. I quickly explained to my aunt, "I put a little more because I was naughty." I don't think this will affect my father's taste? " After I said it, I realized that I was wrong and quickly explained what I had said before: "I'm sorry, aunt, I accidentally told you the order my father gave me." Please don't worry about it. " Later, my father gave my aunt a fish to eat. My aunt didn't say anything, but she looked a little miserable. I also gave my aunt a chopsticks douchi. My aunt ate it for the first time and smiled. Father immediately interjected: This is our secret recipe. Aunt asked, "Your ancestors all sold lobster sauce?" I replied, "No, I specialize in making lobster sauce." Father explained at once: "Listen to her nonsense." Later, my father kept picking vegetables for my aunt and left me some food. To punish my dad, I told him that there was something dirty on his face, and when he wasn't looking, I stuck lobster sauce on his father's face. As a result, menstruation kept smiling in his father's face, making his father think that menstruation really fell in love with him. Gradually, my father's face turned red, and the smell of lobster sauce was more prominent on his face.
Finally, I was kicked out after dinner. My father washes dishes in the kitchen, but his face always looks at my aunt in the hall. When my father finished everything, he closed my door and left me alone. The two of them whispered some sweet words After a long time, I opened the door and observed the movement. As a result, my aunt left and my father shut himself in his room. I opened my father's door. It turned out that my father was going to hang himself. I quickly grabbed my father. Father shouted: "I don't want to live, let me * * *?" I began to comfort my father. "Since people don't like you, don't force it!" How unworthy it is to die for love. In addition, I have a classmate's mother who has a crush on you. She was supposed to meet me today, but … "Dad hurried down and said to me," Really? " I quickly replied, "See you tomorrow. "Later, my father was lying on me, and I sang him a lullaby while he was asleep. I didn't expect my father to call a woman's name in his dream. Only then did I find that the rope I hung was my father's waistband, and I came out of the room with confidence.
In the hall, I think such things should be solved as soon as possible. So, I called 1 19, and I told them that my madly in love father burned all over my body like a banana, but people said, "Sorry, our water can't thank the fire of love." Then I dialed 1 10. I told them that a woman stole my father's heart, but people said, "I'm sorry, this is what he wants." Even if we take it back, it will be stolen again. " "Then I called 120. I told them that my father had been hurt by love, but people said,' Sorry, we don't accept this kind of patient here. "Finally, I dialed 1 14. I told them that I wanted to know how to save my father in love, but I was told, "This service has not been opened yet. " "
: the season of love
There is no wind in summer and I feel very tired. In June, the sun played a naughty joke and refused to take back the hot arm. I'm sweating like a pig and emitting hot steam.
I imagined a breeze, bringing a gurgling stream, twisting a handful of wet white clouds and sprinkling a cool raindrop. I really want to weave a green nest of feelings, let my feelings drift in the depths under the green trees, and listen to the lyre composed of sunshine playing the stream in the forest. In this hot season, passionate feelings keep beating, and a green fruit falls as bait to capture love. In the faint and quiet shade, the cicada has gone to sleep, and I stand quietly in the forest, just like returning to that long-lost dream: I wrote a neat romance and bound it into a precious love diary. Arouse coolness, get a gentle breeze, wake up with tears in your eyes. From then on, I am no longer tired; From then on, I no longer worry about life.
There is no wind in summer, and my feelings have gone far, walking in the deep shade. June is the season of love, so I should cherish and remember the fiery and romantic memories and stories of love!