Flower-like girl, stick to beautiful love all her life

The most is the lovesickness dream, the most is the sad tears, the red light is shining, the wedding is beautiful, the Moonlight is hazy, the bride. The tears were hazy and broken, keeping the yin and yang together. If there is love in the afterlife, I would like to be a bird in the sky. I see, flower and moon. The girl’s black hair is thick and dense, smooth as silk. A red rope tied to the ponytail. Broad forehead, thin eyebrows and Phoenix eyes, beautiful and energetic big eyes are pure as crystal, tall nose bridge, red lips smile out a piece of peach blossom. When you see a stranger, you want to laugh and be ashamed. A pair of small feet wrapped in cloth shoes, with small steps, but also walking like flying. A floral cotton-padded coat, graceful figure, soft waist like willow. Such a girl grows between mountains and rivers. A peach garden not found by the world. Mountains, twists and turns, water, trickle. The aura of the landscape breeds a girl who is as delicate as the mountain and as smart as the water. Early in the morning, the Sun flowed like gold to the Earth. After washing, the girl put a few spoons of spring water into the pot and raised the stove. Sit down, keep living in the fire, add dead leaves and firewood, add a spoonful of coarse rice, cover wooden lid. After breakfast, the girl came to the chicken coop and spilled the leftover rice bran. The Cock shook its colorful feathers, as if she were still intoxicated in the loud singing at dawn. The sun rises higher. The girl was carrying bamboo Lou, standing in the field of water, catching a handful of green seedlings from behind and spreading them evenly into the air, leaving traces of her walking gently in the water. It’s getting light, and the sun is burning itself. The girl’s clothes permeated with less sweat. At this time, she was bending down and familiar with the rice seedling. In less than a few minutes, a row of rice seedling was neatly guarded by the ridge. At night, the girl lit kerosene lamp and embroidered the mandarin duck. The girl quickly passed the silk thread through the eye of the needle and made a knot. The colorful Mandarin duck came alive in her hand. In the middle of the night, the girl stepped on the board with her feet and shook the wooden machinery with her hands. The twine widened back and forth. In less than half a month, a bed of beautifully woven linen was done. Years flow, as gold. The girl has become a wife. The body is more plump, the more flexible your hands are, the more gentle your eyes are. On the wedding night, the candle was bright. It was the full moon when the night was hazy and the moonlight was shining. Everything became silent and soft. The groom got drunk and stumbled open the door of the new house. The groom gently lifted the girl’s red veil with a pipe. Under the Moonlight, the girl looked charming and shy. The bridegroom drank cross-cupped wine with her and put down the glass. The bride’s face turned red. The bridegroom looked at the beautiful girl in front of her affectionately, beating in her heart. Although they all know that The Harvey Girls is worth a thousand dollars, they are connected with each other in love and heart. At this moment, they hold their hands, lean their backs on their backs, keep silent, open their eyes and appreciate the moonlight outside, feeling each other’s body temperature, I spent a night silently. Love grows stronger. For five or ten years, she gave birth to children for him, she did housework for him, and she was loyal to him. He was also kind and righteous to her, and he never gave up. Sometimes, he would dress up for her, and he would hold up her long hair gently and carefully. He would tie the red hair ring that had been washed countless times for her. Sometimes when he went to the city for a fair, he would buy some cheapest and beautiful ornaments for her. Now, children have grown up and become birds from the nest, continuing their unknown life. They have been exposed to each other for five or ten years and have never quarreled with each other. When he was 70 years old, he drank too much wine, got caught in the wind and was paralyzed in bed. She took care of him as always. Every day, scrub his body several times, take medicine and eat for him, and clean the bedding wet due to incontinence for him. Eight years, eight years, day and night, she served him for eight years. He couldn’t speak, and his eyes were full of sadness and gratitude. His tears always flow for her. He thought, although he was a great misfortune, having such a kind and great wife was a blessing for his life! Finally, he went. He passed away with a deep attachment to his wife. She was so sad that tears always dropped on his photo frame. She burned incense and worshiped Buddha every day, praying that he could rest in peace in the spirit of heaven and eat well in heaven. She thought, if there is an afterlife, I will still be your wife! Their whole life is full of ups and downs, ups and downs, no wind, flowers, snow and moon, no oath of love, no sweet words, no words and silence are the themes of their lives. Silent giving is the transmission of their love, as long as there is love, happiness is around. Whether it is poverty or wealth, whether it is illness or health, whether it is life or death, they have done their life-long love for each other. Love, in fact, does not need too many words. Love is to put oneself in the other side’s place from the perspective of the other side. Love is to share weal and woe together!

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