Use the word "he" as a poem title

One morning in late spring, a man came home and found his wife missing. I asked my neighbors and learned that I wouldn't come back in March, so my wife left. A burst of anger, hate this disorderly woman. A depressed man walked to the river and remembered the place where he met his wife for the first time, which made him sad again. Look at the green riverside grass and lush willows, which are so lush in the rain and sunshine in Hui Ze. So I remembered my wife's red makeup hands in the past. I seem to understand something in my heart. He thinks his wife should go back to her mother's house, because it is inevitable that she will feel lonely without her husband. So he drove the carriage to his mother-in-law's house. Sure enough, his wife lives in her parents' house. Originally full of anger, now into two lines of silent tears. Hugging his wife for a long time, he said, "I will guard our home in the future and never leave you alone again." Eyes opposite, hands clasped, both go home. After returning home, the man dotes on his wife, so her wife is more beautiful. At the end of the second spring, my wife disappeared again. This time, she did not return to her family, but was taken away by others. Why? Because women are like flowers, and flowers are like dreams. Flowers with enough rain and dew will be delicate and charming, and others will covet them. Without rain and dew, it will wither. Flowers don't have to be gorgeous, just fragrant.