Originally titled "Married at Thirty", also known as "If Someone Knows When the Flowers Bloom"
——I asked about the "leftover women problem", but said, "If someone knows when the flowers bloom," why do you need to complain about "getting married at thirty"?
The young concubine not only sings and sings love words in a low voice, but also sighs vaguely...
The flowering period is gorgeous, and when the "peaches and plums" end and the "flower letter" arrives, it is inevitable that the flowers will be bright red and purple, not just for a young lady, but for a mature woman.
When will the flowers bloom? The spring breeze pulls the gauze clothes.
If anyone knows when the flowers bloom, I call you to be with me at the same time.
Is the flower letter fragrant? Unless you ask for oriole.
There are hundreds of melodies that no one can understand, and they are all beautiful in purple and red.
The road to love and marriage, the scenery is beautiful and the heart is wandering.
Are peaches and plums unaware of the arrival of flowers? Or did you forget that the flower letter was due?
The spring breeze is not as good as yours for ten miles, and the flowers are blinding the spring heart.
Display a picture of hundreds of beauties and thousands of reds, and let the flowers dance gracefully.
The curtain rises? Closing? Or alternate opening and closing? Is it sad? Is it joy? Or a mixture of joy and sorrow?
Understand as much as you can...
Concept: Love and marriage have not only color, but also character and quality.