The morning dew is in the morning light, and the mulberry is picked in the South Mountain

The sun is setting, and the sweat is returning home

The new mulberry eats silkworms, and the silk is long

Take silk and weave, and your mind is sad

Lang is swaying, and the concubine is normal

However, the world does not meet people's thoughts

Pick up the lights all night and add clothes to you

Acacia and acacia, can be imagined

She went out at dawn, just to pick the fresh mulberry leaves stained with dew in the morning light. Feed these best mulberry leaves to the silkworm babies at home, and they will return to her tough and smooth silk threads. When the time comes, she will use these finest silk to weave the clothes that are most suitable for him in the world. Just like the shoes she had given him back then.

It's just that the shoes she made when she stayed up three nights were for love, but now the clothes she makes without sleep are for farewell.

The above words add meals, and the next words look like memories.

If your heart is like my heart, you should know that you hate parting the most.

These words, she sewed stitches into her clothes, and what she wanted to say most was actually only one sentence-

After many years, you don't change your mind.