Maybe it's the emptiness inside, maybe it's the recent changes that have been too much. While I was thinking about it, I suddenly thought of an idea that I might die young. On second thought, if I suddenly left, the woman who followed me would become a widow. Thinking of the woman who would be my widow in the future filled my heart with love and pity.
In fact, many widows in this world are very cute, in addition to being cute, they also have a very poor look, but we ordinary people are not willing to observe from a unique perspective.
The "first widow" in history is naturally not the kind that writes "Men value loyalty, why use a money knife?" "Zhuo Wenjun belongs. The legendary Zhuo Wenjun, beautiful and talented, eyebrows far away from thousands of mountains and rivers, hibiscus face, good at poetry and song, playing the piano. Maybe her life is not good, maybe her life is too good. At the age of seventeen, she married a man, but her husband died six months later, and then she returned home to be widowed. At this point, she hit the right person.
Is a down-and-out talent, Shu County, Chengdu people, can play the piano, can write poetry, especially good at writing. His literary style was naturally much better than my old Europe, but I felt that he should be poorer than my old Europe at that time. He was said to be a poor man, but he had nothing to do with the wall and did not sweep the floor with mud. But he was very lucky, but at this time, he met Zhuo Wenjun, who had just been widowed. The song "Autumn Phoenix Yellow" took away the heart of the woman in white behind the bamboo curtain and performed a story of eloping with her, which has been a household name for thousands of years.
Faced with Sima Xiang's poor family environment, she did not abandon her, but shared her troubles for her husband. After living in Chengdu, she and Sima Xiangru returned to their mother's house and opened a small hotel in Lin Qiong, selling wine with their own clothes and clothes. Sima Xiang is like washing dishes and brushing chopsticks, carrying pots and sending wine, and is willing to be a bartender. Although life is difficult, their feelings are getting deeper and deeper.
If couples living on this kind of rice in the world now have no money for three days, the woman may remarry in a big fuss. At that time, Zhuo Wenjun's father, Zhuo Wangsun, was the richest man in China. If we compare it according to the current situation, it may be equivalent to a poor ghost like me chasing Li Ka-shing's daughter.
The most striking thing is that when Sima Xiangru was proud of the officialdom and wanted to abandon his wife and take a concubine, she used her wisdom and wisdom to write a "White Stone Yin" and a "Sad and Indignant Poem", saving her love and eventually dying hand in hand.
Ladies and gentlemen, how can one not be loved when confronted with a widow who is so beautiful, versatile, intelligent, dares to love and dare to hate?
Historically, the twelve widows of the Yang family were not only loved, but also respected. In order to resist foreign aggression, defend the country, and defend the people, their tragic and fierce dying and struggling spirit can only make future generations have endless admiration.
In real life, there are also some widows who suffer from the misfortunes and pains of life because of the death of their husbands. In my hometown, there are many such widows. For example, a distant relative of mine remarried after her husband died, but her new husband was not good for the children, so she resolutely chose to divorce. She gritted her teeth and raised her young son and daughter. How can this spirit of fortitude not make people feel love, pity and respect?
Because our eyes see too much of the new millennium, and the five colors in this colorful world fill our eyes, we don't want to look down slightly and look at the unfortunate lives around us. Because our ears are filled with decadent voices, we can't hear the groans of pain of others. Our hands prefer to hold the delicate hand of a young girl, rarely reaching someone in need, even a finger. Widows are the epitome of our society. They usually have more bitterness, helplessness, and sadness than the average person.
The widow is a melancholy flower, but bears bitter fruit. Their beauty is usually hidden behind lonely figures, but no one knows and no one wants to reveal it. "There are many widows at the door", and most of the people who approach them walk with the malice of bullying the weak, rather than loving them.
Whether it is ancient widows or contemporary widows, most of them are the product of the misfortune of this world, and probably no one will want to take the initiative to become a widow.
I love widows because I love this lovely and poor group. Love their clean souls, love their vicissitudes, love their courage to bear life silently, love their spirit of fighting for life. Close to them they can wash our souls. But love can make us gods.
On the one hand, I love the woman who has lost her spouse in the world, and I also love deeply the woman who will follow me in the future and may become my widow. Luckily, there were no women behind me. In the red dust, I was facing a person's jianghu.