1. I was the first person to hug her, not you, the first person to kiss her, and the first person to love her, not you. But I hope it's you who can accompany her all her life, not me.

She grew up in a big environment full of truth, goodness and beauty. Her mind is pure, and I can't bear to move her finger. If she makes a mistake, you can't stand it and don't want to tolerate her any more. Please don't cheat and hurt her, and please don't hit her. Tell me and I'll take her home.

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To the father of the bride, the daughter is a potted flower. Raising a daughter is like raising flowers. Parents take good care of it every day, water and fertilize it regularly, and finally wait until the day when she blooms ... as a result, the flowers are taken away by a smelly boy.

To the father of the bride, the daughter is a fruit. Father is a tree and daughter is a fruit. After years of cultivation, the fruit has matured. At this time, a smelly boy came under the tree, trying to pick the fruit. The fruit shook desperately in the wind and wanted to fall into the arms of the deaf.

To the father of the bride, the daughter is a cotton-padded jacket. Daughter is warm, considerate, careful, kind and gentle; Daughters are close to their parents, care about their parents, love their parents and know how to be grateful to their parents. This close-fitting cotton-padded jacket is worn on her and warms her heart. Now a smelly boy is going to take it away.