How should the book of songs "Meng" be rewritten into narrative? 500 words

Self-protection grew up with me. At that time, he was a very gentle boy and took good care of me.

His stupid laughter melted me. Meng said that he had a wish to marry me when he grew up and turn me into the most beautiful bride in the world. Although I was very young at that time, every time I heard him say this, a sense of happiness would come to my mind.

Just like a snow lotus with newly opened petals, it didn't even have time to shake off the dew. That day, he came to my house to buy silk ribbon cloth, and his face was still my favorite silly smile. Only I know that he didn't come to buy silk, so it can be said that alcoholic's wine is not wine, and self-preservation wine is not silk. He came here to discuss the wedding date with me, which was a secret between us and didn't report to my parents. This time, I made an appointment to discuss this matter in Qishui. Self-preservation is a little unhappy. It turned out that he thought I postponed the wedding. I think he is just like a child, making trouble without reason.

I cried and said, "It's not that I delayed the wedding, but that you don't have a good matchmaker!" " "I was so angry that I couldn't say a word, so I turned and left. I was so frightened that I quickly caught up with him and said, "Please don't be angry, let's get married in autumn!" " "I haven't seen him for some time after Meng left. Perhaps the noble autumn clouds have broadened my horizons, perhaps the fragrant autumn wind has smoothed the friction between me and self-protection, or perhaps the autumn red in the south has touched my thoughts of him. I climbed up the collapsed wall, hoping to see his figure. Waiting for him there every day.

The longer I wait, the more I like it. If I can't see him, my tears will keep flowing; But once that familiar figure appears beside me, I will forget all the pain of lovesickness and laugh instead. Self-protection is still the same on the surface, but his heart is getting colder and colder, and he no longer mentions our marriage to me. But I love him too much, madly in love with him. Finally, I said to him, "Meng, go to divination." If there is nothing unlucky, let's get married! " "He held me tightly in his arms, and I felt warm and safe when I heard a gentle gasp. On our wedding day, we lived happily. Meng's friends all envy him for having a beautiful young wife. And I, my eyes are always beating with the joy of getting married. The figure of self-protection covered up all my sadness. I would rather live in this safe haven all my life and never come out.

Dragon, three years of poverty have made me no longer young and beautiful, and self-protection has become more and more rude in this life. The tender care of the past disappeared, and he began to scold me, and then he simply hit me. His behavior is changeable, and my hot tears can't bring back his gentle heart. It turns out that happiness and love are actually two things without boundaries, just like missing and being together, love and abandonment, which cannot be confused. Therefore, when I love Meng deeply at the moment, I can still find the details of happiness. Although the only picture I have of this detail is that it is Meng's warm hug, stupid smile and his oath. In my memory, irrelevant happiness is also irrelevant pain. Happiness, and pain, because he once gave me tenderness, because he no longer gave me everything.

The fruit of disappointment, watered by three years of failed marriage ... "I want to leave Meng, I want to leave him!" " "The inner cry is so real. I can, I really can leave him, because I can't be patient and considerate any longer. Perhaps, everything that happened was for the sake of vows, just for the sake of different fireworks when looking back later.

Brilliant bloom, followed by a gloomy ending.

After starting a private enterprise, I went home, and my family was very happy with my return. And my sadness and pain are transferred to every hair. If the happiness of love is expressed in my eyes, then my sadness is hidden in my hair, and no one can find it, only myself mourns.

I don't want to remember. All vows are actually more fragile, more empty and can't stand the test than time. It's just that in my heart, there is no longer that person called self-preservation. Since then, the corner that originally belonged to him has become empty, as if there was a low and lonely echo from millions of years ago. From now on, we will be separated by a space as big as the whole universe. Never see each other again

Self-protection, forgetting love, is like a rhinoceros forgetting the morning, like a waterfowl forgetting the lake, like an amputee forgetting that he once walked as fast as flying, just like the only thing ordinary people do-being alive.

Dragon, three years of poverty have made me no longer young and beautiful, and self-protection has become more and more rude in this life. The tender care of the past disappeared, and he began to scold me, and then he simply hit me. His behavior is changeable, and my hot tears can't bring back his gentle heart. It turns out that happiness and love are actually two things without boundaries, just like missing and being together, love and abandonment, which cannot be confused. Therefore, when I love Meng deeply at the moment, I can still find the details of happiness. Although the only picture I have of this detail is that it is Meng's warm hug, stupid smile and his oath. In my memory, irrelevant happiness is also irrelevant pain. Happiness, and pain, because he once gave me tenderness, because he no longer gave me everything.

The fruit of disappointment, watered by three years of failed marriage ... "I want to leave Meng, I want to leave him!" " "The inner cry is so real. I can, I really can leave him, because I can't be patient and considerate any longer. Perhaps, everything that happened was for the sake of vows, just for the sake of different fireworks when looking back later.

Brilliant bloom, followed by a gloomy ending.

After starting a private enterprise, I went home, and my family was very happy with my return. And my sadness and pain are transferred to every hair. If the happiness of love is expressed in my eyes, then my sadness is hidden in my hair, and no one can find it, only myself mourns.

I don't want to remember. All vows are actually more fragile, more empty and can't stand the test than time. It's just that in my heart, there is no longer that person called self-preservation. Since then, the corner that originally belonged to him has become empty, as if there was a low and lonely echo from millions of years ago. From now on, we will be separated by a space as big as the whole universe. Never see each other again

Self-protection, forgetting love, is like a rhinoceros forgetting the morning, like a waterfowl forgetting the lake, like an amputee forgetting that he once walked as fast as flying, just like the only thing ordinary people do-being alive.