It was by chance that I laid my hands on my husband`s diary.
"Laugh not for success,cry not for failure;die not for bitterness,survive not for happiness.”
I felt it was incredible.In my impression,he cares about only two things:ship and work.Is there anything magic?
"Lying on bed,listening,with the waves accompanying me,the steps of the woman on my heart.She is my better half.”
Good heavens!He could be thoughtful.I now know myself more.I always believed he only thinks about study,work and sleep.But he valued me so much.I couldn`t help feeling amazed.
I could hardly go on.Something wet filled my eyes,my poor man.He could be drowned in the happiness of my words, so I didn`t even think much when I wrote him letters.And in one of the letters,I complained such a lot that I regretted mailing it.But each of his is a novel,I failed him.
"I sometimes doubt,such a kind woman,but she married me.She knew that she would be buried lonely,helpless.There would not be a strong arm to support her when she was tired;there would not be an umbrella above her when it rained;there would not be the man around when she needed him.I have wanted many times to tell her how much I owe her ,but I don`thave the lourage,I don`t want to lose her.”
My hands were trembling,eyes wet.I began to blame myself.He is not as numb as I thought.He has a burning heart.I haven`t given him the care and love as I should have.But he was moved.
Now I shall be a good wife.The first thing to do is to write letters to him every other day,each no less than five pages,full of pleasant words and,love.As for the hardships.OK,let them go!
"Laugh not for success,cry not for failure;die not for bitterness,survive not for happiness.”
I felt it was incredible.In my impression,he cares about only two things:ship and work.Is there anything magic?
"Lying on bed,listening,with the waves accompanying me,the steps of the woman on my heart.She is my better half.”
Good heavens!He could be thoughtful.I now know myself more.I always believed he only thinks about study,work and sleep.But he valued me so much.I couldn`t help feeling amazed.
I could hardly go on.Something wet filled my eyes,my poor man.He could be drowned in the happiness of my words, so I didn`t even think much when I wrote him letters.And in one of the letters,I complained such a lot that I regretted mailing it.But each of his is a novel,I failed him.
"I sometimes doubt,such a kind woman,but she married me.She knew that she would be buried lonely,helpless.There would not be a strong arm to support her when she was tired;there would not be an umbrella above her when it rained;there would not be the man around when she needed him.I have wanted many times to tell her how much I owe her ,but I don`thave the lourage,I don`t want to lose her.”
My hands were trembling,eyes wet.I began to blame myself.He is not as numb as I thought.He has a burning heart.I haven`t given him the care and love as I should have.But he was moved.
Now I shall be a good wife.The first thing to do is to write letters to him every other day,each no less than five pages,full of pleasant words and,love.As for the hardships.OK,let them go!
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