The worm of the mound, holding the cloth silk. Bandits come to trade silk, come to me. Send the son wading in Ki, as for Dunqiu.
Bandit me for a long time, and there is no good medium. There will be no anger, and the autumn will last. Ride on the wall in the hope of returning. There was no return, and there were tears and tears. Seeing the repetition, laughing and saying.
Erbul, no guilt. Come with a car, bribe me. Mulberry has not fallen, its leaf Wo Ruo.
Yu Yu Dove, no food mulberry! Yu Yu Nu Xi, no delay with the soldiers! The delay of the soldiers can be said to be also. Women are shy, can't say also!
Mulberry falls, its yellow and meteorite. Self-wandering, three years old food poor. Qishui soup soup, gradually car drapery. Women are also not happy, and the soldiers are good at their work. Soldiers are also reckless, two or three virtues.
She was a woman at the age of three and worked hard. Sleep at night, and be in a good mood. As for the violence. The brother did not know, and laughed. Quietly think about it, bow down to mourn.
And Er with old age, old make me resentful. Ki has a shore, and a pan has a pan. The feast of the general horns, smiling and smiling, swearing, not thinking about the opposite. On the contrary, I don't think about it, and I have already done it!
This poem is a sad story in the Book of Verses.
A wonderful and absurd acquaintance dooms this ending.
Hu, is a foreign businessman. In those turbulent times, this man who traveled in all directions was excellent because he was brave. He would often bring some cloth and other supplies to the market to change silk, and over time, he met her.
She, at a prosperous age, although she did not have the face of the country, but every move, every smile was so just right, at least in the eyes of the thug, like a spring breeze, over the tip of the heart, so comfortable and comfortable, he did not stop for her.
No one knows how they met, maybe he exchanged cloth for silk, and she just exchanged silk for cloth. No one knows how they fell in love, maybe they appreciated each other, or fell in love at first sight, or they fell in love for a long time. In short, there is each other in the heart.
One day, he came to the market again, also with cloth. She thought he was just changing silk, not thinking that he was going to talk to her about marriage. This move was unexpected, no coal and no dowry, which was really unseemly. She said reservedly, "After a while."
She sent him through Qishui, to Dunqiu, and gave him a ride after another. Looking at the rogue's unhappy face, she said anxiously, "The general will be angry, and the autumn will last." At this time, she did not care about the fate of her parents, and the words of the matchmaker made a lifelong event. Because she loved him and didn't want to see him half unhappy.
Love is so wonderful, wonderful, once in love, it is like falling into the magic, will only do according to their own will, can not listen to others half of the words.
In those days, she wore beautiful clothes every day, and climbed up on the high ground every day, obsessively looking in the direction of the market, waiting for her lover. When they can't see it, they cry, they are sad alone, and when they see it, they laugh and say it.
Most people who have been in love have this experience, when they can't see it, they miss it, they lose their souls, and when they see it, they seem to have the whole world and are full of vitality.
After all, the memories of the youth are beautiful and worth remembering for a lifetime.
Finally waited until the gangster rode the carriage to marry her. In the autumn when the mountains are full of yellow, the leaves swaying in the breeze are the only ones to give her a dowry. She wore a wedding dress and went with him, without the blessings of her family, only countless complaints. But she was happy, happier than ever.
Good love has just begun, and the cruel life has just begun.
Women who are immersed in love should not be too attached to men. For men, if they fall in love with a woman, even if they do not love for a day, they will withdraw without concern and mercy, but for women, it is too difficult to get out, especially for daughters who marry away from home, it is even more difficult.
The deeper the love, the more painful the wound.
Chai rice oil and salt is life. After marriage, she was diligent and thrifty, tirelessly working hard, busy and busy, but the man became extremely grumpy, scolding was common, even so, she still loved him, did not want him to be displeased. She could not care about the pain in her flesh, but she could not erase the wound in her heart, and the betrayal of the rogue made her heart ache.
Looking at the depressed home, she couldn't remember how many days he hadn't returned. She didn't want to or dare to ask him where he was going, and perhaps he took the cloth again and went to the market to exchange for beautiful girls.
She was accustomed to guarding this dilapidated and empty home alone, guarding her long-broken love. For three years, she suffered so much that she could not see the end, and there was no hope.
The tears shed are unknown, and the pain in the heart is not complained about. This is the reason why he insisted on marrying away in spite of his parents' words.
How many sleepless nights, she listened to the lonely rain outside the window, carefully recalled the bits and pieces of the past, toward the twilight, she gave her heart wholeheartedly, but in the end she got nothing. There is no point in staying here any longer.
She took nothing with her, as she had come, clean. Follow that familiar path and leave this sad place.
This vast qi water is the qi water that was once, and it is not the qi water that was once. Just like her. The river that once carried their vows and mountain alliances is now empty.
Gradually, she became the joke of others after dinner. It was nothing, what made her most sad was the ridicule of her parents and family.
Who hasn't loved and hurt violently? She was willing to endure the harm her husband had inflicted on her. In this relationship, the man may have loved her, but only loved, not for a long time.
"How humble can love be?" Humble to the dust. ”
Therefore, marriage is not a momentary impulsive love, but a long stream of chai rice oil and salt. Some people say that you must live together before getting married, and think about it, two people living together can really understand each other better in life.
Then, men in marriage should love their wives even more, especially to take care of their wives who are far away from marrying themselves, she left her hometown to come to this strange place, behind you, there is no one else to rely on, you are all she has, and she has no way out.