Self-protection was rewritten into modern poetry.

A well-proportioned and charming man

Later he became my husband.

It was a sunny day on the day of marriage proposal.

I was looking around, hoping that he would appear in front of me.

He pretended to be doing business and quietly came to me.

I was surprised and happy. I lowered my head to prevent him from seeing my red eyes.

We discussed the wedding date, divination and dowry.

Happy, happy.

I am a diligent and good wife.

Get up early and go to bed late, be filial to your in-laws and serve your husband.

However, time has passed.

My husband gradually lost his enthusiasm for me.

Either I think my laundry is not clean, or I blame my cooking for not being sweet.

I often get the cold shoulder, even fists and sticks.

Think about it, alas! I decided to leave him.

In front of me is the rolling water.

Water droplets splashed on the curtains of the car and on my face.

The river flooded his cheeks.

At the beginning, it was such a beautiful day.

He came to me with colorful cotton cloth to discuss the wedding date.

Now, I walk alone.

My brothers and sisters will laugh at me when I go home.

But what can I do?

Advise women in this world.

Never believe in a person's eternity.

That oath is likely to be a dead letter.

Many people liked bright colors when they were young.

But few people can love you. You are old and yellow.

If a man can't give you warmth,

Then, let's leave early!