Every year on the day they met, he sent gifts.
When she was in her early years, he wore a red robe and made up ten miles of red makeup to marry her.
Years later, she sat alone under the plane tree and waited for him to take one last look at her.
That year, the plum blossoms bloomed so red, and you smiled so beautifully. But I don't know if you are smiling for me, Xichun, are you smiling for me?
After all, how many times can we miss in life? After all, can fate continue when we suddenly wake up?
The first helpless and deep love
Secondly, the delicate flowers fell early and were helpless
The third time passed by helplessly
Fourth, when we fell in love at first sight, I was already a monk and you were married.
Fifth, I have no choice but to give birth to you before I was born, and to give birth to you is already old.
The sixth time I had no choice but to look back, all that was left was the wind and fire.
Seventh, I am helpless. Under the swing, the wisteria flowers are blooming, leaving me alone looking at the white hair on my shoulders.