[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

Title: Winter Snow Hidden Deep Love

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Winter Snow Reminiscences

Winter snowflakes always hold a special kind of magic, drifting down slowly, landing on shoulders and hearts. That winter, the snowflakes danced softly, as if carrying those tender memories. Our youth was always simple and pure. When we loved someone, we would hide that feeling deep in our hearts.

The snow back then wasn't heavy, but it was enough to cover everything. It was like a thin veil, gently concealing our secrets. In that season, I always loved standing in the snow, watching the snowflakes drift down, as if they could wash away the noise in my heart, leaving only the pure longing.

Deep love in my heart

That young man was like the warm winter sun, warm and bright. He always wore a black coat, his slender figure standing out against the snow. His smile, like a blooming red iris, shimmering and enchanting. Whenever I saw him, a warmth welled up in my heart, as if the whole world was illuminated by his smile.

I never told him that he occupied the very heart of mine. That feeling, like winter snow, was light yet incredibly intense. I hid it deep inside, afraid that if I spoke it out loud, it would vanish like snowflakes into thin air.

Light snow covers deep love

Winter snow always comes so suddenly. A light, thin flake gently blankets the earth, concealing the deep love in my heart. Standing in the snow, gazing at the vast expanse of white, I seem to behold our future. That young man, there in the snow, walks toward me, with a warm smile.

However, reality is always cruel. We never ended up together, and that feeling, like a trace covered by snow, gradually disappeared in the long river of time. I still remember how the snow of that winter gently covered the deep love in my heart, and taught me to cherish it from then on.

Dreaming of the old times

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, those youthful days have long since left me. However, whenever the night is quiet, I always dream of the old days. In my dreams, that young boy is still clear in my mind, his smile, his figure, just like yesterday.

The world in my dreams is always so beautiful. I can express my love for him to my heart's content, walk with him through the snow, and watch him smile as bright as a red iris. However, dreams eventually end, and that beauty will eventually become a memory.

Dream of reuniting with an old friend

In my dream, I met that young man again. He was still wearing the same black clothes, and his thin figure looked particularly familiar in the snow. He walked towards me with that bright smile and said, "I miss you so much."

At that moment, I felt as if I were back in that winter, back in that snowy place. The emotion in my heart surged through my body like a warm current. I knew it was just a dream, but it brought back a long-lost warmth.

Red Iris's Smile

In that dream, the boy smiled like a blooming red iris. That smile, shimmering and enchanting, captivated me. I thought, perhaps this is the most beautiful image in my mind. That boy, that smile, will forever be etched in my heart.

Now, though we've each embarked on different paths in life, that feeling, that longing, remains deeply etched in our hearts. The winter snow wets my eyes, and my youth and love are planted in my heart. Even though time has flown by, even though things have changed, that feeling remains as pure as snow, as beautiful as a dream.

This winter, I once again stood in the snow, watching the flakes drift down. I seemed to see that young man, walking toward me in the snow with that brilliant smile. I knew it was just a dream, but it made me feel the beauty of life.

Let us hide that love, that longing, deep in our hearts, like the winter snow, light yet incredibly strong. Let us keep searching, keep reminiscing, through the long river of time, until one day we meet again, smiling once more like the red iris.

Title: Years Are Like Dreams

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1. Yesterday's Joy

Time flies, the years pass by like a shuttle. Looking back at yesterday, the laughter and joy of those days are still ringing in my ears. Back then, we were young, full of dreams and expectations for the future. Every sunset, we would meet by the river, discussing our dreams, laughter filling the waterfront.

The joy we felt then stemmed from a pure heart and a yearning for the future. We believed that with hard work, we could realize our dreams. Whenever we saw our peers achieve something, we cheered and felt proud. Those joys of yesterday were the foundation of our youth and the driving force behind our progress.

2. Today’s Concerns

However, time flies, and the years pass like a dream. When we enter society, we no longer face simple dreams, but the reality of various difficulties. The laughter and joy of the past are replaced by the pressure and worry of reality.

Today's worries stem from the trivialities of life and the uncertainty of the future. We begin to worry about work, family, and children. Those dreams we once held seem to drift away, leaving us with anxiety. Today's worries are the price of our growth and a reality we must face.

3. The vicissitudes of time

Time is a great witness, bearing witness to our growth and our vicissitudes. Yesterday's joys, eroded by time, gradually transform into today's worries. And we, too, learn to endure and face the passage of time.

The vicissitudes of time teach us the true meaning of life. It tells us that life is like a journey, filled with joys and sorrows, gains and losses. Only by learning to face them can we find our place in the long river of time.

4. Tenderness around fingers

In the long river of time, there is a kind of emotion that remains the same, that is the tenderness around the fingers. It is like a breeze, warming our hearts; it is like a ray of sunshine, illuminating our lives.

The tenderness that lingers around our fingers stems from the love of family, friendship, and love. It's the softest spot in our hearts, allowing us to feel warmth and hope amidst the hardships of life. No matter how time passes, the tenderness that lingers around our fingers always accompanies us, allowing us to bravely face life's challenges.

5. Dust-covered Black Hair

Time flies like a dream, and black hair turns white. Those once beautiful black hairs are gradually covered with dust under the erosion of time. However, this cannot obscure their former glory, but makes them even more precious.

Our dusty black hair is the image of our dreams and hopes. It bears witness to our growth and our vicissitudes of life. Even though it is no longer young, we should still cherish it, for it is the mark of our youth and the trace of our lives.

6. Waiting for Your Return

Time is like a dream, life is like a play. In this play, we are all just passing guests. However, we always believe that one day, we will meet again.

Waiting for your return is our most cherished hope. We believe that by then, we will no longer be the young men of yesterday, but mature individuals. We will meet again by the river, talking about our stories and reminiscing about our past dreams.

Waiting for your return is our expectation for the future. We hope that in the days ahead, we can work together to face the challenges of life together and pursue our own happiness together.

Conclusion:

Yesterday's joy, today's sorrow, whose vicissitudes have time passed? A thousand threads of tenderness linger on my fingers, my black hair and skirt covered in dust. I await your return, my eyebrows embroidered, to meet you. Time is like a dream, and we are all dancers in this dream. Let us cherish every moment, embrace life's joys and sorrows, and when we meet again, we can reminisce about these beautiful times together.