A butterfly flies gracefully.
Fly to the girl's desk and become a poem.
The girl changed eighteen times and became a flower.
Was put in a boy's medicine bottle.
The endless magpie road from May to October.
I saw all the green, fat and thin things of Li Qingzhao overnight.
This is a poem written by Mr. Jia Pingwa when he attended my wedding. The endless magpie road from May to October means that He Yi and I cannot get married from May to October. it's a long story
A friend once told me that poetry is nonsense, and living is the most important thing. Another one stared at me after reading my poem and said, you need to fall in love and get married! I have been thinking about what they said.
Last winter, a poet friend wrote and said, I suspect you lost it. I wrote back and told him that I was in love and planned to make a nest. He was surprised and happy: when? I told him about May. But how can there be so many things like houses, furniture and RMB? Results Our wedding date was delayed from June 6th to July 7th to 10.
Probably everyone once wanted to have a relatively special wedding, so did I, yes, I wanted a wedding where two people quietly walked into the cabin or went straight to the station to find their dreams after a gunshot.
Running outside every day makes the concept of home indifferent. Humans get married, adopt daughters, and then send their beloved daughters away in tears, which makes parents not want to send their adult daughters away casually, and my parents are no exception. My husband He Yi and I don't have any references except poetry and a few colleagues who know about it, so we are both parents and adults of Xi 'an and decided to meet once. The result of the summit meeting between the two sides is a solemn and traditional wedding attended by both parents, which is undoubtedly a major event. For the same reason, we didn't speak our minds.
As the wedding day approaches, the concept of home suddenly comes to my mind. I go home as soon as I get off work every day, because it is more and more obvious that I am saying goodbye to something, so I suddenly want to be with my family. Why does my father always come home early these days? When he came in, let's see if I came back, but he didn't want to say anything to me. My mother told me that before going to bed these nights, my father always told her something about my childhood. One night at dinner, I announced my request to my family: no tears. I said: You see when westerners get married, they all walk out of the church with flowers in their hands and happy smiles on their faces. This is a happy event!
On wedding dresses, I often think of westerners' whiteness, so I went to an old shop and ordered a three-piece white tweed suit. Everything is ready, just waiting for that day.
The night before my wedding, my aunt in her forties asked me if I wanted to shave my face, just to get rid of the childish hair on my face. Open it! I only want to be down to earth, thinking that the little fool in the sky will grow up from now on. Somehow, my mother magically took out a lot of red things with happy words written on them, which filled the bed, floor, table and sofa. I asked her when she could get it. She just smiled and I was excited. I'm just saying, too many! Too many! My eyes are moist, and I feel that maternal love is too generous to me, almost a little cheap. Mom, why don't you be selfish? Why don't you think about what your daughter has done for you over the years? She just wants to change her mind, so that you waste yourself for her, and because of her, you have more mental and economic burdens and troubles, so that you have more worries and more black hair! I remember that I pretended to commit suicide that year, and I didn't come back until I hid in my classmate's house in the country for three days, which caused you to live in the hospital with so many wrongs and bad things. Why not keep it in mind? Oh, mom, how can you afford your love and today's gift? In this regard, I can only shout: I don't want it! I don't want it! Jump out of the door.
Finally going out. Look at the bride in the mirror, wow! Daughter-in-law is a flower! Red skirt, red shoes, safflower, noodles. Where is my lovely white suit? In the box. Yesterday, a friend came to see the bride before marriage and insisted that I go to the clothing building to buy a red woolen skirt, saying it was so festive. I have been saying that my family is too tacky these days and I have been pursuing happiness. I've always been sad that they have such backward ideas. Only then did I fully understand the white in the west and the red in the east. Yes, Westerners think white and pure, while we in China think red and festive. I remember two foreigners passing by. They met a couple in China. They were having a wedding. They raised their cameras, took a big picture of the newlyweds, and proudly took a picture with the beautifully dressed bride. Thinking of this, I abandon white and red. I think, maybe this is the national color. In this way, I added some ethnic colors to my wedding. Everyone is very happy.
Firecrackers sounded. I think my moment is both happy and solemn. Mom, dad, I'm leaving. Why, everyone's face smiles so unnaturally. I want to say humorously: ladies and gentlemen, send this young lady to get married! But I just can't say it. I am immersed in my own confused mood. Maybe I have fallen into the past. Maybe I have cried for joy. That kind of melancholy may only be understood, but it cannot be expressed. I didn't expect that feelings would become so complicated at this moment, which made it difficult for me to master. Muttering, listening to others, coming and going. Mr. Jia Pingwa, Mr. Jing Ping, Mr. Geng and others asked me: Why are you so formal today, sweeping away your usual elegance? Well, I'll answer it here.
In the evening, I sent all the guests back and sat in the hut, only to truly feel that I had become a * *. Today is not a house. From today, I will become a real woman. I have always wanted to hide myself, but I always feel that I can't hide myself. Now I will hide it forever. After drifting for more than 20 years, I finally have my own nest. From now on, I can live my favorite life without any constraints. I have something to say, don't fight back.
The next day, I went back to my mother's house, perhaps to see the difference between today and yesterday, perhaps to pursue a psychological balance.
I have a small nest, and I think I will have a concept of home from now on.