Three years ago, he met her by chance or necessity. Immediately they didn't believe that they fell in love at first sight. She loved ancient poetry, and he accompanied her to see the prosperity of China. He loved basketball, so she played with him on the court.
She once said she wanted to ride the Ferris wheel because she heard that kissing at the top of the wheel could last a lifetime. She also said that when I grow my hair to my waist, I will stay with you forever.
Three years later, she came to the place where she had promised to spend her whole life. Where was he? Now her hair reaches her waist, but she no longer has the person who played the piano and played the harp with her every day.
"Hey, I lost it after all." She turned and left, her heartache making her unable to suppress her cries.
"Do you know that I have been waiting for you, but..." He silently looked at her retreating background at a corner, and could only sigh.
Is this a marriage or an evil fate? . .