Today, during the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, the grass was dripping with water, and my skirt was wet. Yesterday, Hongyun came to tell me that my husband was staying in the Hall of the Soul for the time being. I wore plain clothes and went out the back door to burn incense to meet my husband. Walk past Lisan Taohuawu and pass Li Si Xinghua Village. When I came to the bridge, I looked at it with my eyes and remembered the child's feelings. Nine years ago, Chen Axing and I guessed well. He flies a kite on the bridge, and I dig reed roots under the bridge. His name is Soo Ae Ying in the east of the bridge, and I call A Xing and A Xing in the west. At the beginning, the two families were poor, and the farmers had straw sandals. Now, my father wants to rely on the Chen family's marriage to force me to match the rich with the rich. A thousand dollars can't buy my wish. I won't listen to my father's refusal to get married. I'm afraid to show my love and sweat. I saw three pieces of wood rolling, with straw ropes tied at both ends, the wind hitting the water, and the floating root of the bridge pile was unstable. However, how can I go to Antang to meet my husband? Grit your teeth and cross the bridge, your legs are weak and dizzy. It's hard to be in a dilemma, and there's nothing I can do. Only pedestrians do.