A rainbow in the sky

Although gorgeous and colorful

But it's out of reach

It will disappear without a trace in an instant

Your love is the rainbow in the sky

Far in the sky, there is no mortal dust

"I'd rather not get along with my wife

and not to offend the family

They are all their own relatives."

That's your motto

You have always pursued and never violated half a point

What is the wife in your heart

I do not know

You are in Cao Ying, and your heart is in Han

Sharing a bed with me is dreaming of my parents

You force me at every turn

You must be submissive to your family

Whether it's the parents

Or siblings

As long as they have a person

Picky, teasing, and instigating

You're going to lash out

Punches and kicks add up

Tear my clothes apart

I was bruised all over my body

Your smile is humble

All dedicated to parents, brothers and sisters

But to me, it was a cross eyebrow

Even so

I treat your family with courtesy

There is no resentment and hatred

I am gentle and considerate to you

If you are sick, I will serve you

If you are in trouble, I will be in the same boat through thick and thin

such and such

It's not the bloom of love

It's kindness and generosity

You do it to your parents

Foolish, filial piety, and foolishness

They don't have the slightest affection for you

You are sick and no one comes to visit you

You have no one to comfort you when you are in trouble

to you

It's just a servant who cheats, fools, and scolds

You don't mind that

I still feel indebted to my family

There is no warmth between you and me

There is also no common language

I'm in the house and you go out

You're in the house and I'll leave

You don't do anything

But you are a slave to your parents

You don't love or love your son

It's as if he's not the meat that fell off your body

I've been devastated by you and your home

Three tendons carry a head

Sick

Life is better than death

But you have no mercy

Not to mention the warmth of her husband

My heart is cold to the marrow

I don't want you half a point again

I wanted to free myself

Find a way out

I'm divorcing you

The son wailed and cried

He was just seven years old

Don't want to lose a parent or father

My heart was darkened with my son's crying

The home is in tatters

The son still wants it to continue

For the sake of the son's heart

I gave up my hopes

You are already incorrigible

My son is where my happiness lies

(Thursday, November 22, 2012)