Tell me about the beautiful photos of Kunlun Mountain.

The snow in Kunlun is clear, and the most beautiful thing is to meet you in Zizhulin, and you can't finish seeing the scenery in this life.

Come to the rape field in Baling, a large area of Huang Cancan, you are smiling like the wind in this golden yellow;

In the flower sea of Wanhua Valley, you are colorful, and you are flying like a butterfly. I always think you are more beautiful than these flowers.

? I saw the snow on Kunlun Mountain for the first time. Although the wind is biting, you are like a proud red plum in the snow, with fragrant plum blossoms and bright colors.

You've loved these mountains, rivers and beautiful scenery since you were a child. I'll show you enough this time.

? I still remember the first time I proposed, and you asked me, "My dream is to travel around the world. Would you like to take me to the ends of the earth? "

? I'm laughing at you, a broad-minded little woman. Unexpectedly, in exchange for your beating, I ran away from other intercessors and hit my heart.

? I asked my relatives several times, and you beat me black and blue several times. Finally, I promised to accompany you around the world, and you finally became my wife.

? My wife, Xiang Si, has been married for fourteen years from today. I remember when you were fifteen and I was eighteen.

? After marriage, your hot temper is more obvious. I teach you to read, you doze off, and finally blame me for not teaching you well; I teach you to draw a fan, you play with ink and wash your hands all over. In the end, I can only blame you for indulging you too much. I taught you to write my name, and your crooked handwriting surprised my husband and made him laugh and cry.

"My hair barely covers my forehead. I pick flowers by the door and pay. When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood. " For these poems, I taught you for half a month, and finally I got a family service: I wrote' My wife is gentle and virtuous' 50 times as punishment.

? Many years later, every time I think, being an ordinary person for my husband is neither rich nor superior, but my wife can promise herself for a lifetime. I can't express my gratitude to Qi Mei, nor can I fly with me for her husband's case. I only hope that I can repay my wife's feelings with my whole life.

? Now, my wife Xiang Si, where are you?

? That large rape field in Baling, you scattered with the wind;

? That beautiful flower valley is in the sea, and you are chasing butterflies from a distance;

? On the biting Kunlun Mountain, I even smelled plum blossoms in this dream.

? Didn't you say that Father Wei would look after the rape flowers in Baling, the flowers in Wanhua Valley and the snow in Kunlun for you? I did it for my husband. Are you okay in that place?

? In the past fourteen years, I have been secretly praying to heaven since the day I decided to propose to you, hoping that you and I can spend more time together.

? You always say to your husband, "Xiang Si was in poor health when he was a child. He didn't even think highly of doctors in Beijing. He knew that time was running out. Then after I leave, you can go and see Baling, Wanhua Valley and Kunlun for me ... "

? Every time you say this, you always feel sorry for your husband and hate that you can't take you to the ends of the earth and that you can't fulfill my wife's dream. But even though my wife lived in poverty and only stayed with her husband for fourteen years, with these fourteen years, she had no regrets about her husband's life.

? Today, the moonlight is just right, shining on me, and I feel that my wife is still with my husband. Does my wife also feel that these three years have been miserable? I didn't live up to what my wife said. I saw the most beautiful Baling, painted the spring day when the grass grows and the warbler flies, left our poems behind, and planted a piece of my wife's favorite purple bamboo.

? Not long ago, because her husband was in a foreign land, she was also infected with the epidemic. I think we can meet again soon, which is better than reading those short poems alone.

? I hope my husband will meet his wife in the purple bamboo forest planted for him in the afterlife and watch the scenery we haven't finished in our life together.