In this life, the greatest happiness is to hold your hand and grow old with your son. This is a kind of how people envy the emotion. Unfortunately, you have left me far away, and I, only to guard our sweet memories continue to move forward. This is to commemorate the love we once had.
You said, this life is destined to tie the knot with me, and I have to stay with me for a lifetime. Waiting for the old, we can be together to recall the laughter and tears in the long river of years. With these **** the same memories, we are no longer lonely. In the unknown years, no matter the wind and rain, we hold hands and walk together. Two hearts that love each other, in the wash of life slowly grow old.
But you broke your promise. You in a sunny afternoon, in a night full of darkness, you with a bloody hickey gone. That year, you were 25 years old.
25 years old, that is a life as the age of flowers. The years of youth surge with the tide of the season. Grass singing on the branches, willow in the river holding a kite running, flower fairy draped in a big red cover, as married bride wearing a big red cheongsam, the Imperial City of Smoke and Willow is full of the colors of spring ...... All this in people's eyes seems to be so beautiful, and you say, it is not important to you, it is important to not be able to hold hands with me to old age, the end of the end! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
In memory of our love
When you left, full of wounds, feet and legs and arms by the wheels biting out a mouth, crimson blood a puddle of puddles to the outside, the whole body and mind of my soaked. Miserable face as a bleached wax paper, no blood, two eyes closed tightly, as if asleep, neon lights now your slender shadow ...... I cried, crying tearing my heart and lungs, and you are very peaceful, as if not with any regret, gone, gone forever, and never came back! ...... At that moment, the earth stopped for you for 7 seconds.
Since then, more than 9,000 days, I think of you day and night, think of you and you walk hand in hand across the red carpet of that unforgettable memory. You wore a red cotton jacket, covered with a red headscarf, shy look is a typical full of silly bride. I held your hand and slowly stepped into the marriage hall. The wedding hall firecrackers ringing, drums and music, welcome the suona for you to play a sweet music, you smiled, smiled like a budding peony, some moving.
Your shy look is the best. Both eyebrows lowered, thin lips as two cicada wings slightly open, revealing two rows of fish teeth teeth, bright eyes like a spring, reflecting the net beauty of the soul and sweetness. Smile, two cheeks scarlet, tender white face as smeared with a layer of pink rouge, natural and not pretentious, decent and not frivolous, very nice.
You will also cry. On the day of the wedding, you hide in the boudoir crying, you kneel in front of the ***, pulling your mother's hand refused to step out of the boudoir door, the mother wrapped around you, and you together with the teary-eyed, to meet the bride's team outside the door waited for half a day. Until the auspicious time three moments, you stopped crying, sat on the "sedan chair", along with the marriage procession came to my side. From then on, you became my bride. The first year, you were 23 years old.
23 years old, is worth beans crown years of age, "graceful graceful嫋十三余, doudoune moncler pas cher early February." The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots. But you are ill-fated, weak body, "people than yellow flowers thin". You said, you don't like Lin Daiyu, "a delicate attack on a disease", the red face of the life of a pitiful life. You said, her "funeral rhetoric" has too much sadness, read up some nasal congestion. You said, you like Jia Baoyu, he is very infatuation, Lin sister loyalty, you also asked me: "Will you love me like Baoyu?" I said, "Yes. I want to hold your hand and grow old together. You smiled ......
Our days together were happy. During the day, you work in the field, sewing and mending; at night, you wear a needle and thread under the lamp, alone in the room. I teach in a country school ten miles away from home, only once a week at home with you. But in spite of this, we are very happy and satisfied.
But your weak body killed me. I took you to the hospital twice a day for three days, and every time I saw a needle sticking in your veins as if it were sticking in mine, my heart was weeping and bleeding. I often cursed God for being unfair to you, why this disease was not born on me, but had to torture a weak woman like you? You covered my mouth and scolded me, "You are not allowed to say that. I want to hold hands with you and grow old together." But before we grew old, you left me and Qing'er behind. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Happiness is to grow old with you
You are cruel enough. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots. The first time I went away was 28 years. 28 years, do you know how I came to be? I think about you all the time, read you, how many times I call your name in my dreams, how many times I meet you in my dreams. The magpie bridge river, every year the Tanabata meeting, I traveled through the sea of people, looking for you, but the mountains are high and far away, the yin and yang are separated. I look through the eyes, hope ah, wait ah, waiting for is "ten years of life and death two blank, do not think about, short of Pine Ridge, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about bleak ......"
Ching Ming Festival, I brought wine and food, came to your grave, and very much want to talk to you, to catch up with the old, but you always closed the door. But your door is always closed. The door is full of weeds, and you won't clean it up. I searched all over the place, but I couldn't see you. I said a lot of words to you in front of the door, asked you a lot of things, but you did not answer me a sentence, do you think I nagging, or another new love?
This is a good thing that you have left, and you don't have to worry about anything. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new one. I think about you every day, think about you, but just do not see you. Every time I come back from school, I always feel a kind of inexplicable sadness in my heart, and the bedroom is cold and quiet. Lying on the bed at night, tossing and turning, can not sleep, full of thought is our happy time together. You hold the green child sitting on the edge of the bed breastfeeding, I sit next to you while enjoying the "Chinese painting", the weak light reflecting your thin face, my heart like an angel, drunken earth ...... But these, wait until the next morning when you get up, but nothing! Not, nothing, "but a thousand lines of tears"......
Today is the Qingming Festival, I brought my nephews to visit you. They have all grown up, our Qing'er has also grown up, they have all gotten married and had children. You don't know all this, do you? Why are you crying? Who told you to leave? You miss me, don't you? When you miss me, give me a call or send me a message, you know? It's the same thing. Hey, I'm not going to say anything, just do it.
You don't forget, we have pulled the hook, there was an appointment, I want to hold your hand, accompany you to grow old together. Not allowed to cheat, cheated, you are the little flower dog.