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In the morning, I was awakened by the cuckoo’s cry. After pondering the cuckoo’s voice carefully, I couldn’t hear the content of my parents-in-law in the book I saw when I was a child, which was about cutting wheat and cutting crops, I kept repeating, monotonous, turbid, and a little desolation. In the uninterrupted cuckoo sound, there are other birds occasionally coming, but I don’t know what kind of birds they are. Their voices are much more crisp and melodious, light and fresh, just like this morning. It is said that cuckoo, also known as Azalea and Zigui, is the incarnation of Du Yu of Shu emperor. It keeps calling back in the mountains to express sorrow, Desolation or thoughts of returning. At this moment, I felt relaxed and felt a little happy. Naturally, I didn’t like listening to the sound of Bugu. So I stood up and went to the study, turned on the computer, and clicked “flowers bloom outside the window”. Loop play, I like its melody, although the lyrics are a little sad. There are not many flowers on the balcony, most of the roses are withered, and the new flower buds have not yet opened; There is only one Azalea left in the Western Ocean, standing alone in the furry leaves; the self-generated Cockscomb is not beautiful either, and it is not like the cockscomb shape seen in childhood; Jasmine has not been on the branch for a long time, only the purple Phalaenopsis is blooming brightly. However, it is always good to have flowers blooming. Last night, lying on the cane chair in the bedroom, I fell asleep. I didn’t know when my husband carried me to bed and didn’t wake up all night. I am really too tired, and I only blame myself for my poor health, and I can’t stand any trouble. When I went out yesterday, I took medicine in advance, and then went back home with my husband as a guest. The road was fine, and I could still sit in the car, listen to music and play with my mobile phone; When I came back, I had to lie on the back seat of the car and sleep all the way home. When I arrived at the back of the house, I felt my head was heavy and my body was sore, especially the waist part, which seemed to be cut by someone. I couldn’t wait to find medicine in the drawer. After eating, I went to lie down. Only when I lay down could I feel a little comfortable. My husband was busy in the kitchen, listening to the tinkling sound in the kitchen, so moved. This should have been done by women, but the husband, the big man, did not complain at all. Thinking of this, he was indeed a little guilty. Sorry, I always let you take care of me. At dinner, I said to my husband. My husband smiled and said, “I spend too little time with you. It’s all my fault. A drop of tears slipped from my face. No wonder your husband, you can only blame yourself if you want to blame him. Who calls yourself to rely too heavily on psychology? Who calls yourself in poor health? My physical condition fettered me. I couldn’t walk around with him and didn’t want to go out with him and his friends. All I could do was to stay at home, waiting for his return, waiting for him to tell me the lively and interesting things outside. After dinner, go outside for a walk. You can’t sit still in the house. No, let me sit with you for a while. I stood up to the bedroom, opened the French window, pulled up the screen window, and lay on the cane chair beside the window. I like lying here most, because there is my small balcony outside the window. My husband took a cushion and put it on my waist. I feel much better. There was no light on in the room, and there was a light from a family on the opposite floor, which was shining into my room. The yellow dizzy light was tender. It was drizzling outside, and there was wind. The wind blew through the screen window to my bare arms, chilly, with a hint of autumn. I straightened my feet, adjusted the most comfortable posture, closed my eyes and quietly enjoyed the coolness of the night. Fu Jun chose a place not far away from me, moved to the stool at the dressing table, and sat down. I will read for you. Husband said. I didn’t answer. It feels good to close my eyes. I was immersed in this cool and quiet world. My husband didn’t turn on the light. He knew I didn’t want to turn on the light. I was really tired and just wanted to lie quietly. I didn’t move, but felt the cane chair shaking slightly. Maybe it was dizziness. However, this sense of dizziness is not very annoying. It makes my body seem to fly off the ground and float in the air. My husband picked up his mobile phone, leafed through articles in WeChat’s circle of friends, and then chose articles that might suit my appetite to read for me. In normal days, I almost don’t read this kind of articles. I just feel that they are empty, just like an omniscient elder who teaches you how to be a person and how to live in the world, quotations make people feel boring and boring. However, when such articles were read out from your husband’s mouth, they all seemed much more pleasing to the ear. In fact, I didn’t listen to what my husband read seriously. I only heard his voice, which was so familiar and seemed a little strange. His Mandarin with hometown dialect made my heart so soft, as if a grain of rock candy was melting gradually. The voice of my husband was always in my ears, and the voice became more and more blurred. I fell asleep in this voice, and I was willing to sleep in this voice and never woke up. However, I woke up in the morning and was woken up by the cuckoo’s voice. After waking up, yesterday’s fatigue has disappeared, and flowers bloom outside the window. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. 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