Eve is a bone in Adam's body, so as a woman, Eve is not as strong as Adam and cannot be independent. It is from this point that women interpret the subtle history of their lives.
Although girls mature earlier than boys, their psychological age is often much younger than boys. They are like rabbits. They always want to hide behind boys when they are in danger. After hundreds of years of behavior, they can't change this habit. Even if they become stronger and stronger, they still can't change a fragile heart. Girls in love are like children, they are eager for the care and care of their lovers. Men in love are often much more mature, and their girls regard them as treasures, while weak girls rely more on men. They imagine themselves as breast-feeding birds, growing and surviving under huge wings. But they were wrong. A man is not a mother bird. They began to be kings hundreds of years ago. What about women? In their eyes, the status of the king is unstoppable. Even with the progress of society, women are still just entertainment. They will fall in love with girls before marriage. Once they get the king's nature, it will explode. They will choose to ignore or even abandon you. In their eyes, you are not that important.
They have all the shortcomings in this world, especially in front of women. They began to care about girls, began to leave home often, and finally abandoned the once most beautiful love. They began to dominate their own world, and women became humble animals in their eyes. They didn't care about them, just as they didn't care about the moonlight tonight, thinking that they would never go out and never look at that stupid woman again. It's snowing. Think back, how many seasons have passed between men and women, where they used to be, and the original vows have long since vanished. The guest left, and I don't know how many cups of tea I changed. Who else remembers that someone once sang the phrase "there are beautiful women in the north, and they are peerless and independent." When you laugh, you pour people into the city and then pour people into the country. " How many days and nights have the lights alternated? Why don't old friends come for another cup of tea? The cold wind blew, lit the spark, and the light bloomed, rendering the night. I want to be with you and fly with me, but no one wants to see the old man's face. My tears have dried up. How can I ask you! How many people in the world can do it? How many people can do it in Fly with Me? Night arrival, looking at lovers' honeyed words in front of the window, who would have thought of today's old people?
When a woman blooms like a flower, she is willing to give up her pride and humble leaves and share the morning dew with her. Flowers bloom and fall, and the green leaves are still abundant, but they are not the roses that once accompanied him. He fell in love with the red rose burning like a flame.
The rose is dying, but the green leaves never look back, waiting for it, which has become the oath of the rose. He immersed himself in the mud and silently looked forward to the green leaves. She is heartbroken for men: you must be miserable without a rib. But she doesn't remember that she is just one-track-minded, and she is more painful without skin!