Half Life in Wind and Snow, Half Life in Flowers

I met my first love at the age of 16, ignorant and ignorant. My first marriage broke up when I was twenty, I thought remarriage was salvation, I never imagined that there would still be constant turmoil and difficulties every step of the way. Half a lifetime is wrapped in tears in the wind and snow, half a lifetime blooms into flowers. From youth to maturity, from brokenness to reconstruction, Half life is full of wind and rain, half life is hurt, half life is tossing and half life is flowers. I have stumbled, loved, suffered, and struggled along the way. She finally lived her own flower in the world of fireworks.