适逢老伴七十大寿,我很早就准备为她献上祝寿“打油诗”。其实老伴并不太懂诗,有时还反对我搞这种文绉绉的东西,因为我读书、写作通常都在早上,有时她喊吃早餐,我出书房的脚步慢了半拍,就会收到她的嗔怪笑骂:“又在写你的‘湿’(此”湿“非彼”诗“也)。”老伴七十岁生日的前两天,我问她:“你过生日,我送点什么呢?”没想到她居然一反常态,正经八百地说:“前年你过七十大寿时写了诗,这次也为我写几句吧!”我受宠若惊,于是搜肠刮肚,攒了一首“打油诗”并取 Meet his wife seventieth birthday, I have long been prepared for her birthday “” hit oil poem “. In fact, my wife does not understand poetry, and sometimes I object to such a kind of writing, because I am studying, writing is usually in the morning, and sometimes she shouted breakfast, I walked slowly in the study room half beat, you will receive her I am asking her: ”You ’re also writing your’ wet ’(this “ wet ”not “ poem ”also). “ My wife seventy birthday two days ago, I asked her: Birthday, I send something? ”“ I did not expect her to actually uncharacteristically, seriously said: ”You wrote a poem last seventy birthday, this time for me to write a few words! “ I flattered, so Search intestines scraping belly, save a ”“ hit oil poem ”and take