2020-07-05

Zhang Ailing once wrote such a sentence:”There are two women in a man’s life, one is his white rose and one is his red rose. One is a wife who lives together and one is a passionate mistress. Maybe every man has had such two women. He married a red rose. Over time, the red color changed to a mosquito blood on the wall. The white one was the moonlight in front of the bed. The white rose was married, and the white one was on the clothes. A rice sticky rice, red is a cinnabar mole on the heart.”

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Zhang Ailing once wrote such a sentence:”There are two women in a man’s life, one is his white rose and one is his red rose. One is a wife who lives together and one is a passionate mistress.

Maybe every man has had such two women. He married a red rose. Over time, the red color changed to a mosquito blood on the wall. The white one was the moonlight in front of the bed. The white rose was married, and the white one was on the clothes. A rice sticky rice, red is a cinnabar mole on the heart.”

Whether a mosquito blood or cinnabar mole, white moonlight or rice stickies are in the heart of a man depends on whether the white or red rose is possessed or lost.

The one that has been possessed has been the beginning of losing freshness and mystery since it was obtained.

After all, what is not available is always the best, and will always be remembered, because for men, what is not available will always have room for imagination.

All men’s hearts and minds are greedy when they put it bluntly. They don’t know how to cherish or love enough.

For women, whether it is a red rose or a white rose, always remember to reserve a few points for yourself.

At every stage, if you don’t forget to grow and improve yourself, you will keep yourself fresh and mysterious.

More importantly, you, who are actively growing up, will not be confined to a man with a heart.
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getInterUrl?uicrIvZQ=b73ce8e4697b00cc3fbbabb96a005f04 - Zhang Ailing once wrote such a sentence:"There are two women in a man's life, one is his white rose and one is his red rose. One is a wife who lives together and one is a passionate mistress.

Maybe every man has had such two women. He married a red rose. Over time, the red color changed to a mosquito blood on the wall. The white one was the moonlight in front of the bed. The white rose was married, and the white one was on the clothes. A rice sticky rice, red is a cinnabar mole on the heart."