The water like moonlight poured down, setting off a hazy river. The cold autumn wind blew slightly, the light yellow reeds rustled gently, and the ripples on the water rippled gently, blurring the figure of the young woman in the water. Standing alone on the bank of the river, the little sadness on the eyebrows becomes more delicate, and no one can listen to the sadness in the heart.

How many years have passed, from the joy of the first marriage to today's sadness, from the innocence of a girl to today's maturity, does growth really need this? Maturity after heartbreak.

At the beginning of spring, he held the silk to tell me his true feelings. My heart was just like the green buds that were newly smoked, and the reddish clouds stained my cheeks. Looking at the honest and honest man, I nodded shyly. Even if he did not come to propose marriage to his parents, even if he did not find a matchmaker, even if he did not offer betrothal gifts, I still agreed, because I think I like him, and he also likes me. In this case, why bother with the red tape. Now think about how impulsive I am when I am young!

I spent time with him alone with betrothal gifts. The river swam and soaked my clothes, but I was full of joy. What a happy thing it was to tie the knot with a loved one!

The bright moon is covered by thin clouds, and the sky is slightly darkened. The dark night seems to cling to people's breath, making people dare not move. Tight the tight clothes, look at Qishui, and my thoughts float to the deep memory again.

Once upon a time, I was full of joy, thinking that I could find someone who could help me to dress when cold, pull up my quilt when sleeping, and worry about me when ill. But why can this only be my dream? Since I married him, I have been industrious and diligent. I have been sleeping all day long. I think I have no fault, but why has he become so. Why did the simple and honest man become the villain now? Where is the man who always amused me? Are the old vows, the old sweet words, and the old happy times all false? Time and time again, he hoped that he could recover from the past. Time and time again, he was disappointed. His heart was stabbed countless times, and he didn't want to hurt again. But the memory of the past is too good to let me forget.

The sky was slightly white, and I had stood on the bank of Qishui River all night before I knew it. What should be forgotten and what should be left behind should be gone with the wind of Qishui River. His pity before marriage, and his transformation after marriage, let me see that love is like a bubble in water, and it can't stand the test of time.

Postscript: When the end of the mulberry falls, its leaves are fertile. It's hard to say that women are too busy.