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[Editor’s note]: a solemn and stirring song is also a call of soul. Simple language, sincere emotion, from the heart, from the soul. Welcome the author to prose online and look forward to your further contribution.

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Ping Zi, you can see me calling you; You can hear my painful tears. Ping Zi, you can smell my sobbing; You can touch my sobbing. I hid in the corner of the crowd, watching the bride’s makeup make you look more beautiful. The wedding dress is the one I like, and I smell your hidden melancholy. Only I can understand the meaning of that moment. So, I cried outside your bridal chamber. I cried outside your bridal chamber: Crying who stole our sweet words; Crying our hard oath melted in the wind; crying, when you were playing with my beard in my arms, I suddenly tried hard, oh, your naughty. I cried outside your bridal chamber: crying our precious love is as fragile as Jade; Crying the fate is not good and the love between me and me is as poor as a wash in a flash; crying, you asked me to carry you, but you kissed my neck and fed me food. I cried outside your bridal chamber: Crying Your Beauty hurt my soul; Crying your gentleness softened my self-esteem; crying, when you lay in my arms, you hugged me tightly and said, “Hold me tightly, don’t let me go. I cried outside your bridal chamber: crying you are so sticky and coquetry that even if you make mistakes, I am reluctant to blame you but blame myself; crying, you dearly love me, the delicate and charming appearance when I shed tears for me makes me dearly love you more; Crying, you tell me that our children will also be called Ping-Yiping, Ruping and Lvping in the future. My beloved Ping Zi, do you hear me? I cried outside your bridal chamber. I planted myself outside your window, making my tears and all my memories as nutrients. Tomorrow morning, I broke through the ground and stripped my shell into the new me, the new bud in the green bush is called Lvping-that is your dream. Ping Zi, I took my body away, and walked into the misty rain

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