A thousand words are in my heart.

The old sheep said, I have a thousand words in my heart. I grew up and didn't know what to say at first. There are so many things to do that I don't know where to start.

Recently, I began to feel that I have nothing to say with my distant friends.

You can only talk to people around you all the time.

I don't like talking in social circles all the time. It's not that I don't like talking, but that I prefer talking face to face. I like to sit down with you, walk on the road and communicate with you in a happy way, instead of thinking sentence by sentence.

I've always been sensitive to words, so it's better to use social software less. I just want to talk, listen to your voice and feel your mood, not the image and appearance you created.

My silence at the moment is the greatest trust and warmth for you.

I expect you to feel me, live with me, see my fatigue after work, see my dirty and lazy, see my negative energy, see my tears, see my happiness, see my seriousness, see my ugliness and see me looking into your eyes.

I began to live a quiet life. You said that I was too fond of tossing and turning, always thinking about doing this and that, shouting all day that I had no money, renting a small house for my relatives, squeezing the most crowded early bus, eating lunch alone, going to work alone, taking a rainy road alone, being overwhelmed by work and facing many strangers alone.

Seeing people around me talking and laughing, seeing people around me getting familiar with each other, and seeing the world around me, I like to watch, look at people I don't know, meet me, then leave, and then walk into my own life.

Then I went home, dragging my tired legs, sore arms and those high heels that tortured me, and then I was busy in the kitchen with a smile on my face. You told me at noon today that I suddenly wanted to eat my shredded carrots and fried meat. I began to cut one by one, trying to make carrots equal to the rich and the poor. I'll finish the dishes and wait for you to go home.

When I ate the 37th shredded carrot, you came back. You burp and sing. Daughter-in-law, you made shredded carrots Yes, I made shredded carrots. I see your red eyes. My eyes are red. You are tired. You fell asleep. I am tired. I slept, too.

There are a thousand words in my heart, and only those who sleep well are the happiest. The light is out, I will get up tomorrow, and my life will go on. What does my husband want to eat tomorrow? Or shredded carrots. Maybe he will come back tomorrow on 3 1.