星期天在家打扫卫生时,毛手毛脚之下把一只瓷花瓶打碎了。我怔怔地站着,面对满地的碎片,心痛得很,倏地,泪水竟一下涌出了眼眶……记得也是一个星期天的下午,我和妻子为一件小事吵开了。当时双方谁也不让谁,争吵的语言随着双方嗓门的加大也越来越尖刻。火气之中,我一下把一只茶杯摔得粉碎,随之大声叫道:我今天算是真正体会到婚姻是坟墓的滋味了!我们离婚算了!早离婚,早解脱,早幸福。妻子听到我这么一叫, When cleaning the house at home on Sunday, a porcelain vase was shattered by hairy hands. I stared to stand, in the face of the debris of the land, very sad, suddenly, tears actually gushed eyes ... I remember it was a Sunday afternoon, my wife and I quarreled for a trivial matter. At that time no one on either side let the quarrel of the language with both voices more and more increasingly sharp. Anger, I smashed a cup of smash, then shouted: Today I can really feel the marriage is the taste of the grave! We divorce forget! Early divorce, early relief, happy early. My wife heard me so called,