A dream longing for spring, I want to touch your face, I want to hold your hand, I want to take off my coat for you. It's hard to complain about your feelings, but it's nothing after all.
I woke up and had a dream of falling in love with spring. The curtain was half rolled, and the breeze climbed into my heart. The willow tip contained smoke and covered my eyes. At first glance, the morning light caressed the morning dew, and I was looking forward to your return through the porch. -inscription
On the bank of Xiangjiang River, there is a red purple Charlotte, which is the home of the person I love. He left many years ago. Just because this shelf is out of his reach. I am the daughter of the landlord class, why can't I get rid of this bondage?
Speaking of this class society, I am a humble woman. I can't decide my marriage, I can't decide where my body belongs. Then, I can decide who my heart belongs to, the happiness I need and the love I need.
I still remember that it was a touching encounter. On this shelf, I am a caged bird, unable to fly high and unable to see the outside world. So, I write the signal to escape from me on the kite every day, hoping to escape from this shelf one day. Until one day, in the dead of night, the moonlight was just right, and he climbed onto the roof of the East Room. Stepping on blue bricks and green tiles, I came slowly in the wind, crossed the window and took me out of this cage.
I escaped from the cage and spent a period of time with him. On the bank of Xiangjiang River, he cast a net to fish in a boat. In the mountains, he waved an axe to cut wood and trees; In the house of weeds, plant red Qiong Zi Luo, plant branches and weeping willows. I half closed my eyes, and he inserted a crimson rose for me. He said, I am a peony, such an ordinary flower, which ruined my identity. And I said, I am a peony in a flowerpot. How can this rose be free? If I can, I would like to plant a mountain full of wild roses with him. So he reclaimed wasteland and planted roses all over the mountain for me.
How much time? A short time has passed. The family found it here and sued him. I was sent back to the cage and was on tenterhooks all day. Soon after, it was bad news that I didn't want to hear-in the office, my father saw him beaten to death with a stick. ...
My thoughts came back to reality. Now, I am old. Although I am married, I still have the heart of that ignorant girl. Sometimes the child cries for his mother, but I don't feel a trace of warmth, because he is not the crystallization of love. Think about what it's like for a class to oppress my body. I didn't call for help, I didn't stand up and push away, because at that time I had already ruined my fiery heart with the person I loved.
Pacing in front of the window, staring and touching the morning dew; Lean out your bare head, soak in the rain, and look forward to your return through the porch. Suddenly I heard a voice, which was heartbreaking. Wry smile: the cold rain fell on his face and wet his eyelids. He turned and wept.