Here is the translation of the content you provided: "New bride the most beautiful"

Author: Jiang Zhendong
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Publish Date: 2006-07-01
Features: There is nothing as exhilarating and heart-wrenching as a woman becoming a bride. In the realm of love, we are all mortals, with no distinction of status. We all devoutly gaze upon it, beg for it, and hope to attain it. There is nothing as exhilarating and heart-wrenching as a woman becoming a bride. In the realm of love, we are all mortals, with no distinction of status. We all devoutly gaze upon it, beg for it, and hope to attain it.
1 Xiao Jun said, "Don't look up; if you do, it's me looking up at you." Xiao Jun said, "Silly, where's your hair? Bring it over so I can touch it." So I buried my head in his chest, took his hand, and placed it on my hair. He gently stroked it, so tenderly. Xiao Jun said, "Stop, silly, you're such a fool. How could you fall for me? I'm blind." Xiao Jun said, "Silly, come, kiss me. Good night." Pew pew.
2 I swear, Xiao Jun was not blind—he was just slightly colorblind. He could usually only see the color of roses. At night, he couldn't see anything. When he wanted to touch my hand, he would tell me, so I placed my cold hand into his broad palm. When he wanted to kiss me, he would tell me, so I leaned in to brush against his sexy mustache. When he wanted to stroke my straight hair, he would tell me, so I pressed my head against his chest. Xiao Jun loved my hair and fingers very much. It made me happy. It was something I was proud of. Xiao Jun loved them even more than I did. Sometimes, when we walked under the sun, Xiao Jun told me he saw my hair shining beautifully in the sunlight—straight and smooth—and most importantly, he saw a rose-colored hue. I thought it was so romantic. When I told Xiao Jun this, he patted my head and called me "silly." Xiao Jun always called me "silly," or "fool," or "silly." Every time he did, I could see sweet colors in his eyes—just like you know, the beautiful color of roses. It was so magical. Silly. Look, when Xiao Jun called me like that, his mouth was smiling. He must like me too.
3 One day, Xiao Jun wasn't home. I received a call from his mother. Her voice was as gentle and melodious as Xiao Jun's, but it was also very stern. She said, "When did Xiao Jun start dating a girlfriend without telling me? Oh" She sighed and said, "This child, he's grown up. No matter how reluctant I am, he's grown up." She sadly said, "Xiao Zhi, Xiao Jun isn't around, and I can never feel at ease. He will leave me one day. It makes me sad." I felt something was different. Xiao Jun's mother, this woman—she made me a little scared. When Xiao Jun came back, I told him everything she said. He frowned and didn't speak for a long time. That night, Xiao Jun slept on the sofa in the living room with his blanket. At night, I heard him talk on the phone for a long time in a low voice. He sobbed, calling his mother—the despair in his voice was something I had never heard before. I became even more nervous. Xiao Jun and I. Our happy life. The happy life I thought was unshakable. It began to wobble because of the appearance of that sorrowful woman.
4 During the cold war, Xiao Jun always maintained a indifferent, carefree demeanor, never initiating a conversation with me. I, too, kept a calm posture, pretending to know nothing, not asking or inquiring. In my free time, I watched TV, DVDs, chatted online, posted on forums, ate fast food alone, shopped in malls and supermarkets. Everything was just like it was before I met Xiao Jun. Time seemed to reverse by half a year. At night, I stroked my still smooth long hair over and over again. I could feel that what I was touching wasn't the straight, smooth hair as before, but sharp, painful thorns—each one pricking me painfully. Xiao Jun still talked on the phone for long periods, sometimes happy, sometimes sad. But he kept himself locked outside me, and everything about him was something I couldn't enter. P002-003