丈夫不善言辞,家里来了客人,也只是陪坐一边,无语。因此我和他少不了争吵。吵得多了,心里就越发别扭,看看人家,总感觉还是别人的丈夫好。 那天,窗外下着小雨,我和几个女友在玲家聚会,饭后闲谈,话题不自觉地谈到了各自丈夫身上。我说, Husband poor speech, the family came to the guests, just sit on the sidelines, speechless. So I argued with him. Quarre much more, the more awkward my heart, look at others, always feel good or someone’s husband. That day, under the window with light rain, I and a few girlfriends gathered at the Ling family, chatting after dinner, the topic unconsciously talked about their husbands. I said,