Since I met my wife, I have never written a love poem for her, nor have I ever written any articles to praise her.
Sometimes my wife would joke that I don’t love her because I wrote a lot to my ex-girlfriend, but she didn’t have a word.
At this time, I could only smile and thought, how could people always be like the same as before?
At that time, I was young and my hormones were high, so I had nothing to worry about, so I was worried about that all day long. After the age of high hormones, I am not worried about the family, so I naturally don’t want to write love words between men and women anymore.
However, if you miss your wife carefully when it is late at night, you will find that the love that was buried in your heart surges up like a fountain, filling your heart and suddenly feels sweet.
Last night, maybe I had left my wife for a long time, so I went to the hard drive to search for the photos I took when I met her.
She was thin at that time, and her face still had the childishness she had when she first entered society. Then, I looked through the wedding photos with her six years ago, and couldn't help but think of my son's famous question again. He looked at the wedding photos and asked his mother: "Where is the baby? Where is the baby?"
When I married her in 2015, I vowed to work abroad for another year before I came back. But shortly after marriage, his wife became pregnant.
She quit her job, so I naturally delayed my return to China. In this way, she was alone at home with her belly erect. Until she was about to give birth, I was still on the way home.
When I pulled my bulky luggage off the plane and rushed to the hospital, she was already lying on the hospital bed. Two hours later, she gave birth to a boy for me, our first child.
After a month, I embarked on the journey back to the project. The wife is at home and raises her son day and night.
After working hard to separate for so long, in October 2017, I finally returned to China.
However, my company headquarters is in Shanghai. Although I have returned to China, I cannot stay in my hometown in Guizhou. So in order to be with them, I made up my mind to rent a house in Shanghai and also brought them to Shanghai.
That was my happiest day, because when I work in the office, I go to and get off work on time every day. There are no additional work tasks required to work overtime on weekends.
So, work finally got regular, and I could accompany them to the park on weekends with them.
At that time, when I got home and opened the door, I often saw my two-year-old son shouting to his wife in the kitchen: "Dad is back, Dad is back!"
My wife was busy cooking, and I held my son to the bed to play.
Over the years, no matter what decision I make, my wife always obeys every decision I make. I wanted them to come to Shanghai, and she came with her son. Later, the child was going to go to school, so I decided to let the child return to Guiyang, so she took the child back to Guiyang.
I was thinking of having a second child. Although my wife was reluctant, when she was really pregnant, she still obeyed and added a daughter to our family.
The wife I married in my childhood has been working hard like this, sacrificing her work and youth for the sake of her family.
The boy didn't know the taste of sorrow, so he fell in love with the building and forced himself to say sorrow in order to deliberately create some touching.
Think about it, are the poems I wrote before I was young and before I experienced the world? I still keep the articles I wrote in college in the space. If I browse them inadvertently, I feel like I have goose bumps all over my body when I read them.
But, at that age, I felt that I was worried.
I think the same is true for love. When a couple has been through those difficult years together and looking back on the past, how can they still remember so many poems that say sad?
Maybe when we are old, my wife can still remember one time when I lost my temper and made her cry. Later, I prayed and confessed in the middle of the night, and then we were well again. After
, we looked at the dazzling big words on the wall, which read: Love is forever patience.
So those romantic poems are gone, and all I can remember is my wife's patience with me.
This is the wife I married in my childhood. She is as cute as elk , and as simple as a virtuous woman.
