Thank your husband for his article.

Thank you, you can stay with me when I am lonely, lonely and helpless, share my troubles and sorrows, enlighten me, make me happy, and let me forget my troubles for a while ... The following is my thank-you article. I hope you like them.

Thank my husband's article: Thank my husband. My husband is not mine. I have no husband. What I want to thank is Yi's husband.

Yi has been my bosom friend for many years. She has the same blue heart as Lin Daiyu, and she is as sick as Lin Daiyu. In that era of white clothes fluttering, because of words and curiosity, Green Yi and the same Green Me went from acquaintance to acquaintance, and then to acquaintance. Geographical differences make us thousands of miles apart. Although it is separated by countless lakes and mountains, it is separated by the harmony between heart and heart, the dream of thinking and thinking. It seems that we have been living in the same city, and we need to talk about our feelings and exchange ideas every day. In this way, the wine of life, after constant precipitation, becomes more and more fragrant, and gradually becomes intoxicated and sweet in the beautiful sound of harps and songs.

In this life, my heart is enough!

Iraq's husband used to be an athlete with an open-minded and kind personality. He and Yi walked into the marriage hall hand in hand and took care of the whole family like gardeners. Iraq? Pharyngolaryngitis? Gastroenteritis? 、? Asthma? When she is sick, her husband is always strong with her, accompanying her to resist the hardships of life and giving her the sunshine of life. He is a good son in the eyes of his parents, a good son-in-law in the eyes of his parents, a good husband in the eyes of Iraqis and a good father in the eyes of his daughter. The husband has no bad habits, does not smoke, serves his wife wholeheartedly and tries his best to raise his daughter. In life, I can easily associate with many male and female friends, showing my love, respect and trust for him.

Yi and her husband lived together for 2 1 year, and Yi was very happy.

As a friend of Iraq, first of all, I want to thank my husband for being a man, supporting a home and paving a sky, so that Iraqis can have a tree to hide from, a reliable house and less suffering from the rush of life; Second, thank my husband for consistently taking care of Yi, who is weak and sick, in the past 2 1 year, so that Yi can bloom like a healthy and beautiful flower; Thirdly, I want to thank my husband for his loyalty as a rock, holding Yi's hand and going through the ups and downs of life. Fourth, I want to thank my husband for running more mundane affairs, so that I can have leisure time to write poems that go against my heart, let my heart fly, let my dreams fly, and let me have the honor to walk with her in my soul yesterday, today and tomorrow.

I woven a green net on this side of the mountain. As long as Yi's heart can touch it, I will turn into an endless night and let Yi jump on it. This is the essence of love.

Thank you for your husband's article: Thank you? Thanks to my husband, he can accompany me when I am lonely and helpless, share my troubles and sorrows, enlighten me, make me happy and let me forget my troubles for the time being.

Thank you for letting me in? Number one? Think of me as you? My whole life? Insist on giving without expecting anything in return, let me rely on you, rely on you.

Thank you, leave your smile to me and your sadness to yourself. Leave the happiness to me and the pain to yourself. Leave the time for me and the busyness for yourself.

Thanks to you, I can speak freely anytime and anywhere, say whatever I want, and I don't have to worry about being rude or scolded at any time. It's relaxing to chat with you.

Thank you, so that I can deeply understand my thoughts and feelings. Being with you makes my body and mind calm and secure. Don't you need it? Force a smile? And then what? Pose? .

Thank you, after I have been hurt again and again, you can still stick to my side, forgive my selfishness and take pains to stay with me.

Thank you, let me have a little hope when I am desperate, let me feel the taste of deep love. Did you give me the feeling of a dream, or did you give me new hope? .

Thank you for your husband's article: Thank you for your good temper and cheerful almost every day. Few people see him with a straight face or angry. At home, we never quarrel unless I lose my temper. Even if he wanted to make trouble, he couldn't, because he was not at home all day. Every day before dawn, he will go out and go home at 90 pm. Many times I wonder, isn't he tired of working so hard every day? Why can't I see it? I'm still in good spirits. Imagine if I were you, I would be too tired to even talk. He still smiles when he comes home every day, and shouts at the top of his lungs when he gets off the bus: Dear, I'm back. ? Seeing him like that, I want to make fun of him: he is covered in dust, his fat face is covered with smirking, and sometimes he puts a few black pantomime on it, which looks more like a clown. Whenever I say this to him, he will laugh generously, then stand at attention and salute, and seriously say: thank you for correcting me. ? Make children laugh.

I hurt my knee last night, so I told him on the phone. We agreed to see a doctor together when he came back, but he didn't come until late. I can't wait to fall asleep while he is taking a shower. I feel my knees warm in a daze. I opened my eyes and found him applying a hot towel to me. A steaming towel was placed on my knee, and he had already dozed off sitting next to me, his eyes slightly closed and his head was still turning rhythmically bit by bit. I didn't blow dry my hair. A drop of water slowly slipped down my forehead and crawled down like a bug. He didn't feel it.

Seeing him like this, I was really moved and wanted to laugh. Wake him up and let him rest. He stubbornly refused to give me more. While dancing with that towel, I began to pour out: I don't need to send my children to school tomorrow, so take good care of them at home. How many times have I told you not to ride so fast, but you just won't listen. Great, who can replace you in the future, or let my son sleep with my mother? He said a lot, and when he saw that I didn't respond, he asked me if I heard him. I turned my face away, pretended to be sleepy, and said yes through my nose.

It's not that I don't want to talk to him, but that I can't. I'm afraid I'll burst into tears when I open my mouth. I dare not even open my eyes, because my eyes are full of tears. I'm afraid he will laugh at me when he sees it. I can't stand the slightest injustice like a child. In fact, I know that he knows why I am crying, not just because I am afraid of pain. But if he doesn't tell the truth, he will only take the opportunity to tease me and laugh at me. He is such a person who is not good at expressing himself. Two people have lived together for so long, what else don't you understand? What can you hide from each other?

? There is a feeling called like, and another feeling called love. There is a feeling called caring, and another feeling called missing. There is a feeling called tempted, and there is another feeling called moved. Love makes people yearn for, love makes people deeply immersed, caring makes people sad, and missing makes people painful. It is not easy to be tempted, but it is even harder to be tempted. Some people have never experienced that unforgettable temptation in their lives, but they can experience that kind of touch again and again. ? This is a sentence I once said. What I want to say is my husband? This ordinary and simple person is the one who touched me again and again. He doesn't know romantic sweet words, but he has a simple and kind heart. Living with him may lack some emotional appeal, may feel monotonous, but it will make people feel very practical and relaxed.

Thanks to my husband, having such a kind heart can tolerate my bad temper and willfulness. Thank my husband for his love, care and care in my life. I am even more grateful that my husband has such a broad mind. He can allow me to have my own hobbies and let me do what I want freely. He never interferes in my small world.