Talk about the cold heart of husband and wife after quarreling.

1, it's windy and cold tonight, and tears always dry first and then fall off. Sure enough, girls like me are not allowed to cry. In fact, marriage is like two hedgehogs in winter. As soon as they get close, they will hurt each other, neither too hot nor too cold! You have to pull out each other's thorns to get close and live a good life!

Facing the unhappy marriage, the first thing we should do is to give up the war. Of course, we don't expect to be sweet right away, but we should calm down and think about it. Without thinking, there is no action, and it is impossible to find the key to solving specific problems because you want to.

3, late at night is a dream thief, will steal the person you love. Stop talking about freedom. Do I have this freedom? The joy and excitement of the Chinese New Year belong to others, as if everything had nothing to do with me. This is just a memory, which has come and gone before I know it. It's sad to realize that this is a dream! Marriage is wrong, divorce is consciousness, remarriage is fallacy and remarriage is paranoia. Giving birth to a child is a big mistake, and one can live without delay.

4, the world is cold, play can continue, can't afford to go out; People's hearts are unpredictable, people's faces are difficult to know and feelings are difficult to grasp. Some involuntary disguises may be to cope with the impermanence of the world; The insincere corners of the mouth are rising, which may be the power of stumbling.

5. Being single is shameful, getting married is too expensive, getting divorced because I don't want to waste it, and getting remarried because of no way back. There is nothing wrong with love, love should be simpler, don't give up the whole spring date because of a rose!

Sometimes I feel tired, which proves that we have really paid and really gained something. Thoughts overflow the ocean of memories, smoke waves spread and disasters occur, and the feelings of a lifetime wander in the years of dreams. Some love, destined to be a flashy dream, turned into dust, once persistent love, scattered all over the world, but my heart is unwilling to leave.