Behind every piece of dusty history, how many people's lamentations lie behind it.
When I first saw you on the stage, when you proposed marriage, you were like a little daughter-in-law; on the big day, you stared at the bride, forgot to salute, and was laughed at as a fool; when disaster struck, your parents died, and your wife separated, all happiness turned into Yunyan; on the way you were forced to migrate, you blocked the intruders who were chasing the old and weak, women and children, shouting "Whoever wants to move forward, pass me first", the broken groom's clothes are fluttering in the wind...
I look forward to your life so much, so I want to seize the last trace of warmth in this story filled with cold and despair...
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