In ancient times, in a small remote village, the story of a couple has been passed down to this day. This story, like a dandelion blown away by the wind, is passed down from one to ten, and one hundred to hundred, and eventually becomes a treasure of folklore.
In this village, there lived a man named Li Tiezhu and his wife Cuihua. Li Tiezhu is a typical farmer, with dark skin and hands as hard as iron. Cuihua is a virtuous peasant girl, her hands are dexterous, weaving the warmth of home. Their lives, though simple, are full of joy.
However, in their happy life, there is an unspeakable trouble. Cuihua gave birth to seven children for Li Tiezhu in a row, and all of them were sons. This is an unprecedented miracle in the village. The sons are like little wolf cubs, healthy and lively, but there is always a missing piece in Li Tiezhu's heart.
On a stormy night, Li Tiezhu stood at the door, looking at the dark sky, the anger in his heart burned like lit hay. He turned his head suddenly, glared at Cuihua, and his voice exploded like thunder: "If you don't give birth to a daughter again, I will divorce you!"
Cuihua was stunned, she looked at Li Tiezhu, her eyes were full of shock and pain. Her lips trembled, trying to say something, but in the end she didn't make a sound. She lowered her head, tears streaming down her cheeks.
On that night, Li Tiezhu's words were like a sharp knife, cutting through their peaceful life. Cuihua's heart was filled with pain and fear, and she didn't know what else she could do. And Li Tiezhu's words also caused an uproar in the village.
The villagers talked a lot, some said that Li Tiezhu was too much, and some said that Cuihua's life should be like this. But no matter what they discussed, they couldn't change Li Tiezhu's determination. He seems to be possessed by the devil, and he only wants a daughter.
In desperation, Cuihua found the old man in the village, hoping that he could give a good prescription. The old man looked at her, his eyes were full of sympathy, and he said, "This is the will of heaven, you can only obey." ”
When Cuihua heard this, her heart became even more desperate. She knew that she couldn't change Li Tiezhu's mind, nor could she change her fate. She could only bear it in silence, expecting a miracle to happen.
However, the miracle did not happen. Cuihua became pregnant again, and gave birth to a son. Li Tiezhu looked at the child, his eyes full of disappointment. He looked at Cuihua and said in a cold voice: "This is the last time, if you don't give birth to a daughter, I will divorce you." ”
Cuihua's heart sank to the bottom, and she knew that she could no longer change Li Tiezhu's mind. She can only accept the arrangement of fate, looking forward to the day when Li Tiezhu can change her mind.
However, that day did not come. Li Tiezhu finally retired Cuihua, he married another woman, looking forward to having a daughter. And Cuihua can only take her sons and live alone.
This story, like a mirror, reflects the complexity and cruelty of human nature. It tells us that fate is unpredictable and that we can only accept its arrangement. No matter how hard we try, we can't change its trajectory.
However, even so, we cannot give up hope. Because, in this world, there is always something that is worth sticking to. No matter how difficult life is, we must hold on to our beliefs and hold on to our dreams.
This is the story of Cuihua, a story about fate and hope. It tells us that no matter how hard life may be, we must hold on to our beliefs and hold on to our dreams. Because, only in this way, can we find our true selves and find true happiness.