My hair barely covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
We live together in an alley in Changgan, and we are both young and happy.
When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.
But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.
Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower.
When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water.
Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky.
I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.
Now, in the eighth month, yellow butterflies, two by two, are hovering on the grass in our western garden.
Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.
Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .
I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.
Interpretation: When I was a child, I grew up with my husband. We were childhood friends. At that time, I was still young, my hair had just been covered, and I was carefree to play the game of folding flowers with him in front of the door. Lang Jun always rides a horse across the bamboo pole, chasing around the mine field, and throwing childhood sweethearts as a game. At that time, my husband and I lived in a long trunk in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River and often played together. We are innocent and have never doubted each other. When I was fourteen years old, I married my husband. Although I was a childhood friend, I was too ashamed to lift my face when I got married. I looked down and pointed to the wall. I was too ashamed to lift my head after a man called me a thousand times. Women don't understand personnel until they are fifteen years old, and their feelings are also revealed in their brow. Our husband and wife have developed a passionate love, and they are willing to be together forever until death do us part, and they will never part. We young couples want to live and die together, and often hold the belief of sticking to our posts. Where did we ever think that there would be a husband platform today? Yao Si's husband went on a business trip, heading for the dangerous roads of the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, winding ponds and piles of them. The water level rises in May? It's hard to say whether I'm worried about hitting a rock, and the ape screams, and God will be sad to hear it. Today, when I was moved by the scene, I saw the footprints left by me standing in front of the door. After a long time, they are covered with moss. The moss grows too thick to be swept away, and the autumn wind comes early, so the leaves can't cover it. In August, butterflies fly over the West Garden and play on the grass. Why does this scene not make me sad? Because of the suffering of sadness, my own appearance is not haggard, and deep-rooted acacia is tormenting my heart. Message to distant husband: Whenever you come back, write a letter and I will send the report home. In order to meet you, not to mention the long journey, even if I meet you in the long sandstorm 700 miles away, it won't be too far.
Chang Gan is a place name, located in today's Nanjing, Jiangsu. Li Bai's Long March tells the love life of a businessman's wife who lives in Chang Gan, and tells the story of the woman's yearning for her husband who lives far away from home. Created an image of a young woman with rich feelings.