临时工

男人有才华的长得丑，长得帅的赚钱少，赚钱多的不顾家，顾家的没出息，有出息的不浪漫，会浪漫的靠不住，靠得住的又窝囊。。女人漂亮的不下厨，下厨的不温柔，温柔的没主见，有主见的没女人味，有女人味的乱花钱，不花钱的不时尚，时尚的不放心，放心的没法看。。 老婆是电视，情人是手机，在家看电视，出门带手机，破产卖电视，发财换手机，偶尔看电视，整天玩手机，电视终身不收费，手机欠费就停机。。。
三十岁的男人正在学坏，抱着同一代唱着同样的爱，四十男人已经学坏，抱着下一代，唱着迟来的爱，五十岁的男人更坏，抱着第三代唱着糊涂的爱，做女人一定要经得起谎言，受得起敷衍，忍得住欺骗，忘得了诺言，宁愿相信世界上有鬼，也不能相信男人那张破嘴，谁是谁老公，全部都是临时工！

怎样?很好吧这篇东西?是不是很有道理呢?

吻•雨

生命中

不断地有人离开或进入

于是，看见的，看不见了

记住的，遗忘了

生命中

不断地有得到和失落

于是，看不见的，看见了

遗忘的，记住了

然而

看不见的

是不是就等于不存在

记住的

是不是永远不会消失

遗忘的

是不是就不会再回忆

LOVE and LIFE

LOVE & LIFE
 
This story tells us something about LOVE & LIFE.


My husband is S/W Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.


Two years of courtship and now, five years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now
transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.


I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings. I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite; his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about LOVE.


One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.


"Why? " he asked, shocked.


"I am tired. There are no reasons for everything in the world !" I answered.


He kept silent the whole night, seemingly in deep thought. My feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was a man who was not able to even express his predicament, so what else could I expect from him?


And finally he asked me: "What can I do to change your mind?"


Somebody said it right... It's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.


Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: "Here is the question. If you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind.


Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death. Will you do it for me? "


He said: " I will give you your answer tomorrow.. .." My hopes just sank by listening to his response.


I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....


My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but....please allow me to explain the reasons further.....


This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.


"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen. I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.


You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.


You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city. I have to save my eyes to show you the way.


You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month. I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.


You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.


You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes. I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand...and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your young face...


Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do ... I could not pick that flower yet, and die ... "


My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting. .. And as I continue on reading... "Now, that you have finished reading my answer, and if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...



I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...


That's LIFE, and LOVE. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.


Love shows up in all forms; even in very small and cheeky forms. It has never been a model. It could be the dullest and most boring form ...


Flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... AND THAT'S LIFE

HURT

你让我觉得

伤心..

很hurt..

很自卑..

很无奈..

很讽刺..

很讨厌..