The true feelings are often revealed in the dead of night

The role of coffee often works at night, and the role it should play at work has been forgotten, and the sleepy end of the whole day's work is hazy, and now there is no sleepiness.

In the middle of the night, it is often the easiest to think about it, all kinds of gods have intruded into their minds, their thoughts suddenly thought of life and death, and suddenly they wanted to understand one thing, I came to this world and did not plan to go back alive! In an instant, I feel that there are no troubles in life, and I am full of motivation. But after thinking about it for a while, I felt afraid.

I am afraid of dying of illness, not afraid of illness, but the economic foundation makes me dare not get sick.

I am afraid of accidents, not afraid of death, I am afraid of half dead and not alive, dragging down my family.

I was afraid of dying suddenly, not because I was afraid of losing, but because I was worried about my job, my family, and my husband.

Work will naturally be handed over, parents are sad to have their own sisters and brothers to comfort, but sir... This man I somehow love deeply, I am afraid that he will be sad, lonely and even go with me. I firmly believe so!

After more than five years with my husband, I can't say how good this man is, as if it is a part of my own body, and I can't help but care for him. Maybe this is a wish to fight a wish to suffer. In the past few years after marriage, I have experienced various difficulties of all sizes, and it is also difficult to pass the pass, but life is still going on, and the chase has not stopped. Most of life is plagued by various dissatisfactions, and we have never been an exception. But once upon a time, I remember that I was also ignorant of the world, and handled things completely according to my own joys and sorrows. Is he not good enough to protect me?

When I met and knew each other, I remember that he said that he wanted me to be a child all the time, and now he has been working hard, washing and cooking family chores are basically his figure, and the sword world and the flower before the moon have not been absent from our lives.

Year after year, I have been given the special function of mood and anger, but it still can't change my pampering, anger, enslavement...

But despite this, he still favored me, and in his world I was always able to act arbitrarily. He did not say love but silently expressed, I say love every day, but enjoy it, in the end who is willing to fight, who is willing to be beaten has long been indistinguishable.

I can't sort out my thoughts, I have forgotten the original intention of the article, and I don't dare to talk about life and death...

May the motherland prosper and the mountains and rivers still be the same; may the parents of both sides be healthy and harmonious; may the parents of both sides be healthy and harmonious; may they be like new people with him every year, and may they be white-headed with the DPRK.