The full significance of the poem Long March (modern)

It's really good, with a woman as the first person. I stood in front of a flower when my hair just covered my forehead. You ride a bamboo horse, play around the bed (this bed should be a stool or something) for a while, then fiddle with your childhood, and live together in a long and dry place (place name). We didn't guess. At the age of fourteen, I became your wife, and my shy face didn't always bloom.