Daughter, Marry Him

As women, we have been pursued, abandoned, shed tears, and hurt. Looking back at the past, the rich and powerful dignitaries hugged each other, the ministers and gentlemen with graceful silks and silks, and their three wives and four concubines. Even the literati and scholars who were famous for their poetry and poetry occasionally gave up their pens and inkstones and ran around in search of flowers and willows... The pendulum of time will not stop. Rest, the high-ranking officials have long since disappeared, and the literati and poets can only sigh in confusion. In the end, everything is empty and lonely. Even a piece of historical suicide note has recorded the man's ambition and domination, and his romantic past. For this reason, future generations will praise the prosperity of the dynasty and sing the praises of the descendants of Benlong. I wonder, who will still remember those dancing girls fluttering on the Yanliu Bridge platform, the red girls scattered in the red pavilions in the green lanes, even the depraved stillborn fetuses in the doctor's pavilion, and those resentful and sad crying female voices? Youth is a dark path that everyone must pass, except women. Why do you fall so often? Today, we pursue the openness of the times and the freedom of love. Fierce emotions paralyze our reason. Pregnancy out of wedlock is no longer uncommon, but a sensitive society ruthlessly forces us to destroy our bodies over and over again. One day, we suddenly find that the health of yesterday is no longer there, and the beauty of youth is only an empty shell that has not been completely swallowed up by the vicissitudes of life. On that day, we cry, we are sad, and we are even more upset... Wiping away tears, resentment suddenly arose. I blame men for being ruthless, I blame the world for its indifference, I blame my parents for giving birth to me as a daughter, which in turn leads me to despise myself. Women, how can we be protected?