I wish my heart would grow like a flower,
A shining branch of beauty.
I hope this love lasts as long as the moon,
Follow you all over the world!
The vows made before the flowers and under the moon are, after all, just flowers and months and years, looking at each other in vain! People's hearts are changeable, but love can't survive!
More likely, flowers are easy to fall and wither, and they are destined to be short-lived; the moon waxes and wanes, and it has been difficult since ancient times...
The first time I saw her was by the Qishui River. With a peach blossom face and a charming smile, he lost his soul. His marriage proposal was unsuccessful and he never got sick again;
The second time I met her, six months later, the wedding ceremony was full of flowers. Lifting the hijab, her eyes were picturesque, her dream came true, she finally became his little wife;
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After being married for half a year, he wanted to go to Beijing to take the exam for her. They said goodbye to each other on that night before the flowers and under the moonlight, and made a vow to be together for the rest of their lives...
Three years later, he graduated from high school. Returning to his hometown in fine clothes, triumphant in the spring breeze, and in high spirits, just so that he could stay with her from now on, without any more lovesickness or separation, but he got the news that his wife had already married someone else...
He didn't believe it, he was unwilling to give in, and finally found her again. But he saw that she was really in love with another man, laughing innocently. Looking at her slightly protruding belly, which he still deeply loved, he had no choice but to pretend to be generous, break up his resolve, and leave sadly...
Two years later, he no longer married the Ding clan. But he gave up his bright future, insisted on going out, became a frontier official, and met her again...
The first love in life, ever since we met, it has been engraved in my bones and filled my heart! Even if love comes to an end, only hatred is left, and there is no more room...
"Even if everyone in the world feels sorry for you, I have not failed you. Why do you have to fail me!" He was unwilling to accept it!
Who betrayed whom?
In this entanglement of love and hate, he finally grew up and understood...
It turns out that even when the flowers bloom and fade, there is always that branch that smiles to the spring breeze; the moon waxes and wanes, after all, the beauty remains unchanged forever...
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