A Han wedding is a soul-stirring, grand, and complicated ceremony that is full of solemnity, elegance, and dignity, vividly expressing the steadfast, deep, and profound feelings between the newlyweds.
This is the profound meaning that Han marriage wants to express.
It is sacred and noble and cannot be desecrated.
After this wedding ceremony, many people are still immersed in the soul-stirring sacredness and solemnity, which makes more people deeply aware of what kind of sacred power the national culture that has been passed down for thousands of years possesses after thousands of years of sedimentation.
It is more solemn and elegant than a Western wedding.
It is majestic and more grand than Western weddings.
It is solemn and dignified, more sacred than a Western wedding.
Zhou Tianyu was still immersed in shock and couldn't extricate himself for a long time.
Gu Junlin helped Mr. Mo and Mr. Wen see off the guests. He saw Zhou Tianyu standing in the sparse light. She was wearing a pink long skirt with a bun on her head and a silver hairpin on her forehead. She was swaying gently in the night breeze. In the dim light, she looked graceful and charming in a rare way.
His heart was throbbing, and his steps were out of control: "Why are you hiding here?"
Zhou Tianyu came back to her senses, and looked at Gu Junlin who was walking towards her step by step. She smiled brightly and said, "I was just shocked by this wedding and couldn't recover."
Being in the upper class, she had witnessed too many weddings, both Western romantic and Chinese festive, but this was the first time she had seen a wedding like this, which was like a ritual, full of shocking, sacred and solemn power.
Si Jiu really put a lot of effort into Xinya.
The love between them is enviable.
Gu Junlin walked up to her and stared at her face, which seemed a little too beautiful to be true under the dim light. "So, what kind of wedding do you want?"
He was also greatly shocked by today's wedding.
He never thought that a formal wedding could express so many things.
All day long, he kept thinking about what kind of wedding he would give Tianyu.
At the same time, the idea of getting married kept lingering in his mind, making him feel impatient.
Zhou Tianyu was suddenly startled and looked up at him. Unexpectedly, his eyes met his extremely serious black eyes. For a moment, his mind was moved and he could no longer move his eyes away.
He had his back to the light, and the outlines of his facial features were a little blurry, but his restrained eyes were sparkling with light.
Gu Junlin looked at her seriously and said, "Ayu, Xinya and Sijiu have achieved their goal, now it's our turn. You like the sea, so how about we hold a grand cruise wedding? You like white gentian, so we can decorate the entire cruise ship into a sea of gentian flowers, and let the pure white gentian witness our everlasting love."
The flower language of white-stemmed orange is eternal love.
He thought Zhou Tianyu would like it very much.
Zhou Tianyu gently snuggled into his arms and nodded gently: "Okay!"
White gentian represents eternal love.
However, it also has a sad flower language, which is hopeless love.
Zhou Tianyu married her beloved under the witness of gentian flowers, with her hopeless love for Gu Junlin in the previous life and Gu Junlin's eternal love for her in this life.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang—" At this moment, bursts of fireworks suddenly bloomed in the sky. The gorgeous and brilliant fireworks were so beautiful that they seemed eternal.
"What beautiful fireworks!" Zhou Tianyu looked up at the sky and couldn't help but admire.
Gu Junlin put his arm around her shoulders and whispered, "Today is Chinese Valentine's Day."
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Separated from them by a wall, Ye Feiyu stood in the yard, gazing at the red carpeted aisle. The red lanterns illuminated the dimming night. The ten miles of lights were dim and beautiful, extending into the palace.
She couldn't help but think of the grand wedding that was sacred and solemn at dusk. Perhaps because she was born into a scholarly family and she herself was well-read in history, she had a deep understanding of the various procedures and complicated rituals of Han weddings. The shock she felt was far beyond what ordinary people could compare to.
She felt a little envious in her heart, but more of it was her sincere blessing. She was very happy that Xinya could find her true love for life and marry him.
"There are tall trees in the south, I cannot stop thinking about them; there are girls on the Han River, I cannot stop thinking about them. The Han River is so wide, I cannot swim to think of them; the Yangtze River is so long, I cannot stop thinking about them..."
A lingering and winding song came from the room. The song was elegant and profound, as if it had traveled through the river of history. It was the "Book of Songs, Han Guang".
This poem describes a man who pursues a woman but cannot get what he wants. It is a love song about a man who is entangled in love and cannot get what he wants.
After knowing each other for so many years, she actually didn't know that Ling Qingxuan could sing, and sing so well.
Ye Feiyu turned back suddenly. The man was standing in the dim light, and the shadow of the night invaded his whole body. She actually had a feeling of loneliness at the end of prosperity.
"The firewood is piled high, which means the firewood is cut in Chu; the daughter is returning home, which means the horse is fed. The Han River is so wide that it cannot be crossed by swimming; the Yangtze River is so long that it cannot be crossed by walking..."
Ling Qingxuan's voice is very attractive. When he sings ancient rhymes, it is magnetic and melodious, like the sound of nature, with a kind of deep tenderness and heart-wrenching emotions.
Ye Feiyu stared at Ling Qingxuan blankly: "You... you sing really beautifully."
Her throat was dry and her voice was dry. For some reason, her heart seemed to be rolled into a ball by his singing, and she felt indescribably uncomfortable.
"If you like, I can sing for you every day in the future."
He looked quietly at Ye Feiyu standing opposite him at the end of the light. Her green Hanfu fluttered gracefully in the night breeze, and her red curved skirt accentuated the bright lights, making her look indescribably elegant and beautiful.
He suddenly felt that the distance between them at this moment was like a river that could not be crossed by swimming.
Then he added: "In this life, all my gentle and lingering love songs will only be sung for you."
Ye Feiyu's heart was shocked.
Ling Qingxuan did not give her any chance to refuse. He strode over and kissed her unexpectedly. Her body was forced to take several steps back by his sudden force until her body was pressed against a cold and hard wall.
Could this be the legendary "wall-dong"
Her submissiveness seemed to encourage Ling Qingxuan. He bit her soft lips gently and said wickedly, "You have missed your only chance to resist."
Before Ye Feiyu realized the meaning of these words, Ling Qingxuan's tall and straight body came up to her and pressed her between the wall and his chest.
The wanton and wild kiss swept her up forcefully and passionately. Ye Feiyu's body did not arouse any desire to resist. Her eyelids trembled slightly, and finally closed their eyes, with trembling hands wrapped around his waist.
Ling Qingxuan was overjoyed. He kissed her soft lips with his thin lips, gently pushed open her delicate lips, stretched out his long tongue and went straight in, licking each of her teeth, then scraping every inch of soft flesh between her lips, savoring the intoxicating fragrance between her lips, and finally playing with her tongue.
The lights in the sky exploded with a loud bang, and the gorgeous scene became a beautiful background behind them as they embraced and kissed.