You came in a hurry, but you look slow. When you came, you walked into my vague sight and my heart with a simple face, like a silk heart in my arms.
The dust and grass clippings on your unkempt hair soaked your sweat, played casually in the sun and got into my nostrils, which made me extremely intoxicated. You hold the cloth in your arms.
You hold the silk in your arms and gently hold it ... how do you know? Every silk stores my thoughts accumulated night after night. You just hold it gently and smile. I can't tell whether it's simple and honest or oily. The gentle stream has just been washed, and my hands are gurgling on your material.
My silk thread is casually stuffed into your arms, and none of it flows into your eyes. One by one, I knitted you silk thread, the most fragile silk thread in the world, so casually stuffed into your arms.
You say the sun is really round today, and you say my silk is really soft. I know that you have never seen the sun in the sky, and I know that you have never touched my silk.
What is the most important thing for you in this world? You haven't paid attention to the sun in the sky, and you haven't cared about my silk ... Can you really regard me as your most important thing? You didn't come to change my cloth and silk thread, you just put on my wedding dress in a hurry. But is this something that can be done casually? How dare I speak easily? You know I'm just a modest and shy girl. Can you tell that I quarreled with other girls and chatted with other boys? You, you just push me. Are you going to force me to be a hot girl? Can a spice girl weave such soft silk? I'm right behind you, walking with you step by step.
Dear, my eyes follow you closely and send you step by step. I'll send you ice cream water and take you to the south of the water.
Have you ever seen me send someone that far away? Let alone a man like you! You silly, rustic idiot, is it worth sending me this far? In this way, I sent you to the liqi water, and then I came back. People are back, but my heart is always on the other side, always following you-have you noticed? Honey, I didn't mean to delay the time to make you impatient. But you didn't give me an excuse to follow suit. You only know how anxious you are and how to push me. Can you think of finding a matchmaker who is eloquent and sweet-talking, and tie a red line in my hand, which makes me reluctant to let my parents know about us?
Dear, please don't be sad and angry. In autumn, when pomegranate trees are full of red lanterns, I will definitely abandon my shyness and spend the ice cream with you. Colorful autumn is our wedding day ... Words: 90 1.
2. The Book of Songs is a detailed description of an 800-word composition. When robbers came to trade silk, they came to me. Sending a child involves gas, as for Dunqiu.
When I was a robber, I had no good media. There is no anger in the child, and autumn lasts.
That man is honest and honest, exchanging cloth for silk. I'm not actually here to change silk. I am here to discuss marriage. Send you through the ice water and go straight to Dunqiu. It's not that I'm stalling, but that you don't have a good matchmaker. Please don't get angry. Let's fix the wedding date for autumn.
[Original] You can only go back to the customs through the wall. I didn't see the resumption of customs, so I cried. Seeing the resumption of GATT, I was full of laughter and laughter.
Well, Parr, the body is not responsible. Driving your car to bribe me to move.
Climb the high wall and overlook. Where is my love? Looking from the high platform, I still can't see the re-entry, and I can't stop crying. Returning to GATT is just around the corner, and it's hard to stop laughing. You have been asking heaven for instructions, and divination shows that there is no evil word. Please come with your car and bring me and my dowry to your side.
[Original] Mulberry leaves are fertile before it falls. In the nest, there is no mulberry; I am a girl, so I don't have to worry about it.
The anxiety of scholars can still be said; You can't say a woman is worried.
Before the mulberry leaves fall, the leaves are green and moist. Alas, ignorant birds, how can you be confused by the fragrance and beauty of mulberries? Alas, how can a kind woman be fooled by a man's sweet words? Men will be confused in love, but they can still be freed. If a woman is trapped by love, how can she get away with it?
[Original] When the mulberry falls, it falls yellow. Self-pity, poor three years old. Qishui soup, curtain skirt.
Women are unhappy, and scholars do their best. Scholars are also extremely useless.
When the branches of mulberry leaves fall, the leaves wither and fade into the dust. I haven't complained for years since I married your wife. (One year) Seven waters of Tang Hao soaked the curtains and clothes on my car. I didn't violate a woman's virtue at all, but when did you fulfill your responsibilities as a husband? Your words and deeds are changeable and unruly, and you are half-hearted and immoral.
Note: Numbers such as "three" and "nine" in classical Chinese often do not refer to actual numbers, but are quantitative function words that mean "many".
[Original] Being a woman at the age of three makes me tired; Sleepless all night, there must be a dynasty. As for violence, what you say must be done.
My brother didn't know, but he smiled. Calm down and think about it, and you will bow your head and feel sorry for yourself.
I have been your wife for many years, and I am never tired of doing housework. I lie down and get up early every day, and the days are getting more and more. How touching your kind words were before you married me. When you marry me, all your good words become useless, and your smile gradually turns into anger. Alas, my brother didn't know the details, but he clapped his hands and laughed when he saw me coming home. (I have nowhere to pour out my bitterness,) I think about everything quietly, sighing how sad nonhuman people are.
Being old with my husband always makes me complain. Qi has a shore and discipline has a plate. General's corner banquet, talking and laughing.
Swear, forget it. On the contrary, I don't think about it. I'm already embarrassed!
You said we would grow old together, but what makes me resent is that we are not old enough today. The waves of Qi water are rolling, but there is also a shore. The river is magnificent and you can see the edge. At that time, we had a general banquet, and we talked and laughed. How sincere did you swear at that time? I didn't expect you to break your word today. At that time, I didn't expect it to appear today, so your kindness and mine should not stop here! Writing background "Meng" is a folk song in the Spring and Autumn Period. During the Spring and Autumn Period, the feudal relations of production were still in the primary stage, and the feudal ideology had not yet formed a complete system. At that time, young men and women were more free to communicate. The customs in Zheng and Wei regions are even more romantic. Young men and women have a secret date and often express their feelings with poems on the banks of the Sangjian River and in the corners of the city.
Feng Wei Meng shows the heroine's life experience and resentment from love, marriage to abandonment, and vividly depicts a hardworking, gentle and strong female image.
The whole poem consists of six chapters, which are described in the tone of "I" (the heroine) and written by contrast.
Feng Weimang's poetic style, which is narrative, lyrical and argumentative, is its greatest feature, which has a vital influence on the poetry creation of later generations in China and is one of the most outstanding works in the Book of Songs.
The main ideological significance of this poem lies in its vivid and concrete description of the actual situation and experience of working women, which makes people feel sad and grateful to the landlord for the inequality between men and women determined by the social system and the harm this inequality has caused to women.
3. Rewrite the senior one composition "Dream". The wheel of eight hundred words ran over my pain.
-rewrite the Book of Songs * Feng Wei * protect himself.
I caught a glimpse of him when he threw the last piece of luggage into the carriage. To my disappointment, there is no expression on his face. However, there is an unspeakable smile on the lover's face standing beside me, which makes me sick. I turned around and took a look at the place where I lived for many years, which filled me with hope, but it made me despair. I whipped my whip hard and set foot on my way.
Not long ago, I looked forward to this day, but I didn't expect it to come so soon. Poverty and repeated beatings left me scarred physically and mentally, and his absence every night was an indelible pain in my heart. All this is because I lost my beauty, but is it necessary for me to pay such a high price to accompany her to her old age?
Outside the window, the wheels are rolling, the birch trees on both sides of the road are still in pairs, the birds on the trees are still flying with me, but I am a person with a haggard face. I remember snuggling up to him when I came. He pointed to the red willow outside the window and said, "See it? I am the tree, shading you on sunny days and sheltering you from the wind and rain on cloudy days. " I smiled, and the happiness of love intoxicated me.
Suddenly, outside the window, the sound of running water gradually interrupted my thoughts. Isn't this ice cream? This river is like a mother! Why are you so excited? Do you remember when I swore to love him for life in front of you? Do you remember when he held my hand and said that we would grow old together? Are you laughing at my ignorance and naivety with this turbulent water? Qi Shui, if you smile like this, you will never have the memory of being abused, the pain of being abandoned, and the impetuous viciousness of people. The wheels are rolling, outside the window, my hometown is close at hand, and on the broken wall, there is a lovely girl looking out, perhaps, waiting for her sweetheart. Girl, I will silently pray to God in my heart, hoping that you and your sweetheart will grow old together. But, what about me? Who will pray for me? This fleeting time, like water, drained my beauty and youth, drained my hope for the future, and what was left? Let an old woman die alone? Leave yourself with a broken heart?
Rolling wheels! When can you stop and let me pick up the lost happiness again? What a fleeting time! When will you stop and let me find my lost face? The torrent of ice cream! When will you stop? Don't make me cry for your ridicule.
People in love! Is it difficult not to let the other person cry for you?
People in love! Is it hard to be together forever?
May lovers never part, but is it easy?
Qi water is still flowing quietly, and I can't hear the melodious piano sound in the distance. Occasionally, a few children play and run by, and I can't see them. Autumn wind blew down the last few flowers in late autumn, and the petals floated on the water. "What's the point of falling flowers?" Let's go, let's go. . . . . . Farewell. Farewell.
I want a follow-up composition about Meng Meng.
I finally broke up with him after I was disheartened. At a loss, I went back to my mother's house and still worked hard, so I lived. Accustomed to getting up early every day, I cook for my family. I usually have nothing to do, and I also wash clothes and clean the house. Life is quiet and no one comes to visit. After a long time, I met a man in Qishui. This man is tall and straight, seemingly honest and honest. When I got home, I missed it, but I was worried that the story would repeat itself. After all kinds of ideas, I decided to go to the ice cream again. The weather is autumn, and the autumn wind blows off countless leaves and spreads all over the floor. Come to the Qi River and walk along the coast. Look at the running water, not at the other side. Finally, I saw him again, but I dare not show my love for him. Ann was so sweet that she dared not look again and went back. From this day on, I will come to ice cream every day. As the days passed, the weather became colder and colder. I'm going to go for the last time and come back in spring. As soon as I arrived at Qishui, I saw the figure that had already stopped at the water's edge. Near, when I approached, I found him, on this side of the shore. Sensing my arrival, he smiled and turned around, waiting for me to approach slowly. I approached slowly step by step, but my eyes were afraid to look straight. After many years, I once again feel the long-lost happiness of Qishui. He confessed to me and we agreed to meet again in the spring. This winter is particularly warm, and this winter passes quickly. I was a little scared when I saw him. Everything was so sad. After seeing him, he greeted me with great concern. Walking along the water and chatting for a while, he offered to marry me. I told him a story that I experienced in those years. She seemed to realize something, so she made an appointment to meet next time and left in a hurry. Seeing each other again, he prepared a gift, but no longer mentioned marriage. In this way, after getting along for a long time, I learned a lot about him. On that day, he felt that time was enough, and he asked for marriage again. I dare not answer directly, so I invited him to come home some day. A few days passed, and he finally came to my house. He actually got everything ready, a person brought a lot of gifts, and a clever matchmaker. After a period of understanding, my family finally agreed to marry me. When he heard about it, he arranged the wedding and married me back. After returning home, he was very kind to me, and I really put aside everything in the past and devoted myself to a new life. From then on, we lived happily together, only to find that there is still true love in the world.
Write this ancient poem into an 800-word composition, which is about a woman's self-report and a man's love-marriage-abandonment process. It is about writing a love poem that a man misses "Iraqi" and wants to pursue her, but he can't reach it all the time, expressing his desire and disappointment.
Literally, it means this, but it can rise to the national level. Men represent officials loyal to the country, and Iraqis are monarchs. The narrative angles of the two are different: one is the male perspective, the other is the female perspective, and the artistic techniques are different. One is to express the feeling of evoking things, the other is narrative poetry, but there are also evocative techniques in it. These two themes are different. One is the yearning for beautiful women, and the other is the aversion and accusation of men's impetuousness. The similarities are all about the Book of Songs, one is Qin Feng and the other is Feng Wei. Well, that's it. Brothers, you can mix the two together and write about how the woman escaped and how the man chased her.
6. After reading the 800-word composition, I always feel that the Book of Songs is too obscure to understand, and I always want to escape, let alone feel. However, watching "Self-protection" today suddenly made my heart tremble. I don't know where it came from, but to be sure, I was shocked.
Read softly over and over again, word by word, catchy, the more I feel the lingering sound. This is a lament from the depths of a sad and painful woman's soul. Thousands of years ago, she and her unforgettable sadness and hatred were concentrated in these scattered words, which could not be excavated, because excavation was a painful sorrow.
All marriages begin with beautiful love. The fascinating two of a kind described at the beginning of the poem is actually a foreshadowing for the sad ending. In the eyes of the young girl, a silly young man is holding a piece of cloth in his eyes and smiling for silk. She is waiting at the window. Inadvertently looking at each other, the young man's eyes are full of the purest enthusiasm, while her eyes are full of love. Suddenly, he felt embarrassed and bowed his head with a shy smile.
The boys and girls in Seeds of Love are filled with flawless innocence when they roll their eyes and look back. I seem to see images of two leading characters in their prime: how he said shyly, how she resigned gracefully in autumn; How reluctant he was to leave and how eager she was.
"Before the mulberry leaves fall, their leaves will flourish." Youth and beauty are so lingering and fleeting. "xi in picking pigeons, mulberries without food! If you are a woman, you have nothing to worry about! " Such a sentence seems to be out of a feudal * * * with a hint of sadness. No matter how strong the feelings are, they should be deliberately suppressed. What warning is hidden in this subtle and euphemistic discourse after this fierce exclamation point? Is it a sad cry? Or endless sadness?
"Mulberry has fallen, but it has turned yellow", and the true face of love tragedy has finally come out. She has been working hard and poor since she married him. Youyou Qishui, can you testify for me? Do you have eyes? Did you hear my accusation against him? Seven waters didn't say anything, but still silently wetted the boat curtain.
The following sentences are so cruel that when reading silently, there is always faint colic in my heart. After three years of miserable life, she worked hard, and "bearing" was the whole meaning of her life. "You have done everything you said. As for violence," Lang Xin is the most cruel. Intimacy day and night, and finally beautiful feelings slowly away, leaving only emptiness, boredom and boredom. And all this for her hard work, isn't it too unreasonable? "Calm down and think, bow your head and mourn", I seem to see that lonely figure again, that tragic woman who can only hurt herself in the mirror.
Her hatred can never be described as "regret". In a weak voice, she asked, All waters have shores, and all depressions have sides. Why don't you, my husband, stop? At this time, the camera cuts to the once young scene. What the original vows of eternal love, in the end, all disappeared in the years.
"On the contrary, I don't think about it." In the face of such love and marriage, what can she say and resist? Never, never. Waiting for her is endless patience, patience, and patience.
This is a marriage under the feudal system. In my opinion, it is a complete love tragedy.
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7. Rewrite Mang into a 700-word composition. Thank you. Feng Weimang is a folk song with a history of more than 2700 years. With a woman's mouth, tell her emotional experience and profound experience frankly. It is a vivid portrayal of love scrolls, and it also left valuable information about local conditions and customs at that time for future generations.
Today, it is still enlightening. Here we ignore the narrative way in the poem, only savor what is said in the poem, and add a little description in the poem to reproduce the love experience of this woman and "Meng" with thick lines.
Playing with him since childhood has left many happy memories. Later, their family moved to Guanfu, a distant place, and never saw him again.
One day, he suddenly came to our house with a piece of cloth for silk. Seeing his simple smile, I knew he came to me on the grounds of changing silk.
Sure enough, he said he couldn't get rid of me all these years and hoped I could marry him. My family grows mulberry and sericulture, and his family reeling and weaving. They are all hardworking families. He has been honest and kind since he was a child, and he is the only thrill for me.
However, the girl's shyness made me unable to directly promise him. I said, "It's still early. Let's talk about it later. "
Send him home, all the way. It really hurts to see him moping.
I didn't want to be reserved, so I told him, "I didn't mean to delay." You have to find a good matchmaker to tell my family. " I was still embarrassed to see him, so I simply said, "Look, you are in a hurry! Please allow me to make some wedding preparations and come and marry me in the cool autumn. "
His arrival aroused my feelings. After he left, he didn't miss him for a moment.
How many times, I climbed to the heights, expecting his arrival, but I always came back disappointed and cried again and again. That day, he finally came.
I ran to meet him at a distance and went home together, talking and laughing. He is tortoise shell and yarrow, divination, good luck and all his wishes.
What are you waiting for? I told him to drive faster and bring my wedding dowry. After several years of marriage, there is not a day when I don't get up early and go to bed late. I try my best to do housework and never complain.
I don't know where I am wrong, but he is far from being good to me. When I was unmarried, I vowed to love me for life. I've only been married for a few years and often lose my temper with me.
I want to grow old with him, but what's the point of growing old like this? Who should I tell in this case? My parents don't know why, but they just laugh at me.
Calm down and think about it, you can only feel sad secretly. Since he broke his oath, let this marriage end! Such a short narrative poem, mixed with lyricism, makes a love story true and natural.
In this poem, women are affectionate, open-minded and enthusiastic. Even the resentment after marriage is a manifestation of hidden intentions.
What a vivid image, understanding, diligence, intelligence, courage, frankness and understanding. Before marriage, she bravely broke through the shackles of etiquette and resolutely lived with Meng, which was commendable at that time.
It stands to reason that married life should be harmonious and beautiful. However, contrary to expectations, in order to protect herself, she was used like an ox or a horse, even beaten and abandoned.
The reason is that at that time, women had no position in society and family, but were only vassals of their husbands. This political and economic inequality determines the inequality between men and women in marriage, which enables Mongolians to play with and abuse women at will with impunity, and have the right to abandon their wives and dissolve their engagement.
The word "beginning chaos and ending abandonment" can summarize the evil behavior of self-protection to women. Therefore, although she bravely broke through the feudal shackles, she ended up with the fate of a woman who resigned under the pressure of her parents' orders and matchmakers' words.
"The scholar's worry is to say; You can't say you are a woman! " The poet complained bitterly about the injustice of this society, which deepened the ideological significance of this poem. The tragic experience of the heroine in the poem can be said to be the epitome of Qian Qian's female fate which was absolutely oppressed and hurt in the class society, so it can win the admiration of later readers.
The structure of the poem "Dream" accords with its story, and also with the passionate and ups-and-downs emotion when the author narrates it. This poem consists of six chapters, each with ten sentences.
But unlike other articles in The Book of Songs, it was written naturally according to the development order of characters' fate. Give priority to with fu, also use BiXing.
It is better to strengthen narrative and lyricism than to give it narrative and enhance lyricism. The first and second chapters are retrospection. In the first chapter, I stated that I was determined by my first love.
The second chapter describes that he fell in love, broke through the shackles of the matchmaker's words and married Meng. When the poet narrates here, his emotions are extremely passionate, and his grief and remorse are intertwined, interrupting the narrative.
In the third chapter, she tells a group of innocent and beautiful young girls, tells them not to indulge in love, and points out the inequality between men and women. The fourth chapter expresses the ungrateful resentment of self-protection. She pointed out that this is not the fault of women, but the capriciousness of self-protection.
The fifth chapter, followed by a narrative, describes her labor and abuse after marriage, as well as her brother's ridicule and self-injury. The sixth chapter describes the love in childhood and the deviation today, denounces the hypocrisy and deception of self-protection, and firmly expresses the feelings of self-protection.
These are the reappearance of the author's experience, inner activities and emotional changes, and the structure is rigorous, forming an eternal and moving poem. This poem has high artistic value, and its greatest artistic achievement lies in shaping two distinctive characters.
First of all, the image of the abandoned wife, who is a pure and kind-hearted beautiful girl, vividly wrote the image of this girl in the poem with "the mulberry has not fallen, and its leaves are fat." She loves "self-protection" and has deep feelings for him. "I didn't see the reentry, but I cried and cried. When I saw the re-entry into the atmosphere, I was full of laughter. "
After marrying Meng, she dreamed of "growing old together" and living a good life, so she devoted herself to keeping the house and shouldering heavy housework until "the mulberry fell and withered, losing her youth and beauty" At this time, "Meng" has changed her mind and insulted her "as for violence"! She was helpless but laughed at by her brother, and no one could tell her sorrow. However, the unfortunate experience tempered her strong character. While regretting, she took a decisive attitude with a "self-protection" attitude, showing her rebellious spirit.
This is a sympathetic and admirable image of abandoned wife. In sharp contrast, it is the image of "Meng".
He was originally a small trader who exchanged cloth for silk, and he was full of brave words.
8. How should the book of songs "Meng" be rewritten into a narrative? Meng and I grew up together.
At that time, he was a very gentle boy and took good care of me. His stupid laughter melted me.
Meng said that he had a wish to marry me when he grew up and turn me into the most beautiful bride in the world. Although I was very young at that time, every time I heard him say this, a sense of happiness would come to my mind.
Just like a snow lotus with newly opened petals, it didn't even have time to shake off the dew. That day, he came to my house to buy silk ribbon cloth, and his face was still my favorite silly smile. Only I know that he didn't come to buy silk, so it can be said that alcoholic's wine is not wine, and self-preservation wine is not silk.
He came here to discuss the wedding date with me, which was a secret between us and didn't report to my parents. This time, I made an appointment to discuss this matter in Qishui.
Self-preservation is a little unhappy. It turned out that he thought I postponed the wedding. I think he is just like a child, making trouble without reason.
I cried and said, "It's not that I delayed the wedding, but that you don't have a good matchmaker!" " "I was so angry that I couldn't say a word, so I turned and left. I was so frightened that I quickly caught up with him and said, "Please don't be angry, let's get married in autumn!" " "I haven't seen him for some time after Meng left.
Perhaps the noble autumn clouds have broadened my horizons, perhaps the fragrant autumn wind has smoothed the friction between me and self-protection, or perhaps the autumn red in the south has touched my thoughts of him. I climbed up the collapsed wall, hoping to see his figure. Waiting for him there every day.
The longer I wait, the more I like it. If I can't see him, my tears will keep flowing; But once that familiar figure appears beside me, I will forget all the pain of lovesickness and laugh instead.
Self-protection is still the same on the surface, but his heart is getting colder and colder, and he no longer mentions our marriage to me. But I love him too much, madly in love with him.
Finally, I said to him, "Meng, go to divination." If there is nothing unlucky, let's get married! " "He held me tightly in his arms, and I felt warm and safe when I heard a gentle gasp. On our wedding day, we lived happily.
Meng's friends all envy him for having a beautiful young wife. And I, my eyes are always beating with the joy of getting married.
The figure of self-protection covered up all my sadness. I would rather live in this safe haven all my life and never come out. Dragon, three years of poverty have made me no longer young and beautiful, and self-protection has become more and more rude in this life.
The tender care of the past disappeared, and he began to scold me, and then he simply hit me. His behavior is changeable, and my hot tears can't bring back his gentle heart.
It turns out that happiness and love are actually two things without boundaries, just like missing and being together, love and abandonment, which cannot be confused. Therefore, when I love Meng deeply at the moment, I can still find the details of happiness.
Although the only picture I have of this detail is that it is Meng's warm hug, stupid smile and his oath. In my memory, irrelevant happiness is also irrelevant pain.
Happiness, and pain, because he once gave me tenderness, because he no longer gave me everything. The fruit of disappointment, watered by three years of failed marriage ... "I want to leave Meng, I want to leave him!" " "The inner cry is so real.
I can, I really can leave him, because I can't be patient and considerate any longer. Perhaps, everything that happened was for the sake of vows, just for the sake of different fireworks when looking back later.
Brilliant bloom, followed by a gloomy ending. After starting a private enterprise, I went home, and my family was very happy with my return.
And my sadness and pain are transferred to every hair. If the happiness of love is expressed in my eyes, then my sadness is hidden in my hair, and no one can find it, only myself mourns. I don't want to remember.
All vows are actually more fragile, more empty and can't stand the test than time. It's just that in my heart, there is no longer that person called self-preservation.
Since then, the corner that originally belonged to him has become empty, as if there was a low and lonely echo from millions of years ago. From now on, we will be separated by a space as big as the whole universe.
Never see each other again Self-protection, forgetting love, is like a rhinoceros forgetting the morning, like a waterfowl forgetting the lake, like an amputee forgetting that he once walked as fast as flying, just like the only thing ordinary people do-being alive.
Dragon, three years of poverty have made me no longer young and beautiful, and self-protection has become more and more rude in this life. The tender care of the past disappeared, and he began to scold me, and then he simply hit me.
His behavior is changeable, and my hot tears can't bring back his gentle heart. It turns out that happiness and love are actually two things without boundaries, just like missing and being together, love and abandonment, which cannot be confused.
Therefore, when I love Meng deeply at the moment, I can still find the details of happiness. Although the only picture I have of this detail is that it is Meng's warm hug, stupid smile and his oath.
In my memory, irrelevant happiness is also irrelevant pain. Happiness, and pain, because he once gave me tenderness, because he no longer gave me everything.
The fruit of disappointment, watered by three years of failed marriage ... "I want to leave Meng, I want to leave him!" " "The inner cry is so real. I can, I really can leave him, because I can't be patient and considerate any longer.
Perhaps, everything that happened was for the sake of vows, just for the sake of different fireworks when looking back later. Brilliant bloom, followed by a gloomy ending.
After starting a private enterprise, I went home, and my family was very happy with my return. And my sadness and pain are transferred to every hair. If the happiness of love is expressed in my eyes, then my sadness is hidden in my hair, and no one can find it, only myself mourns.
I don't want to remember. All vows are actually more fragile, more empty and can't stand the test than time.
It's just that in my heart, there is no longer that person called self-preservation. Since then, the corner that originally belonged to him has become empty, as if there was a low and lonely echo from millions of years ago.
From now on, we will be separated by a space as big as the whole universe. Never see each other again
Protect yourself and forget about love.