The piano song "Wedding in My Dream" started slowly, and the wedding host stepped onto the stage and invited the groom with a unique fairy tale: it is said that the prince woke up the sleeping princess with a deep kiss, and at the same time, the most beautiful roses in the world filled every corner of their lives. Today is a special day, because today we will witness a beautiful love together. Maybe it's been a long time, and we have forgotten the specific time and place, but we will never forget the sweet vows and eternal happiness of this couple.
When the groom took the bride from her father, a deep bow meant a thousand words.
The bell rang, and then everyone became familiar with the wedding March. The princess took the prince's hand and took the happiness of her life to the marriage stage covered with happy petals.
In order to see the wedding car earlier, Cui Cui climbed to the tower behind the house and looked down. Soon, the crowd came, two suona players, four strong country people, a sedan chair, and a young man in new clothes, who looked like the chief son of the Tuan Sect. There are also two sheep, a child leading the sheep, an jar of wine, a box of Ciba, and a gift giver. After a group of people got on the ferry, Cui Cui and her grandfather, who pulled the boat, got on the ferry, while Cui Cui stood beside the sedan chair and admired everyone's faces and tassels. After landing, the man who looks like the son of the general in the regiment took out a small red envelope from the buckle flower and held it in his stomach, handing it to the old boatman. This is a local rule. Grandpa can't talk anymore. Ask the man where the bride is from. When I looked at it, I asked what my surname was. I see. I asked how old I was. I came up with it together. As soon as the suona hand went ashore, the suona vuvura was played again, and the party went over the mountain.
"There was only one voice:" The wedding of Wang Chuan and Yang Xiaolin begins now! No flowers, no elders, no relatives and friends, no band, no bridesmaids, no motorcade, or even less ... It was a wedding held in front of a row of low-rise bungalows in the snowy mountains around. In the wedding March with six mouths humming with ragged tones and southern accents and northern accents, two people who helped each other walked out of the first door of the bungalow. It is still snowing. The first thing you see is two faces, one with the unique darkness of the plateau and one with a red face. The round national emblem above the black-faced brim is particularly dazzling in the snow, but the smiling face is getting darker and darker, but it is.
The giant crystal chandelier in the center of the hall suddenly dimmed. Before the guests could react to what happened, a beam of light hit the door, and a slender jade foot entered the hall, giving off a sky-white light against the background of black string high heels. Everyone can't help but take a deep breath!
The fragrant shoulders are half exposed, and the long gem earrings of the same color move slowly with the light moving lotus steps, making the skin look fat.
The curvy tube top makes the slim waist look weak, and the tall black bun complements the snow-winning dress, drawing a perfect curve. The thin folds of the long skirt hem gently undulate with people's footsteps, like a woman from Ling Bo in the faint white light.
A dark head spread out behind her, and a bunch of small hair was hung down by purple lace thread. Outside the red shirt is a small lace dress with squares, and she wears a beautiful bracelet on her white wrist. She still wears an unadorned silver ring on her little finger. Everything is so luxurious and exquisite, but it makes people feel that there is nothing redundant and cumbersome, as if she should dress like this.
The white wedding dress clings to her skin, revealing a charming figure. The elegant skirt tail pulls out the slender white legs, the tempting V-neck is decorated with golden antique prints, revealing the sexy clavicle, and the thin white sling is gently buckled on the shoulder, which is attractive and attractive.
Oblique-shouldered wedding dress, revealing one clavicle and shoulder. There is a small crystal bottle pendant hanging above the collarbone, and there are countless little stars in the crystal bottle. The white crystal shoulder pad is buckled on the shoulder, and the edge of the crystal shoulder pad is decorated with broken gold tassels. The wedding dress clings to the lines of the body, piles up clouds of folds at the waist, and then suddenly releases a wide skirt. Starlight diamonds adorn it, and the folds are bright.
That wedding dress, covered with layers of gauze and embroidered with roses and jewels made of soft satin, is the expectation of love and happiness.
I have imagined myself wearing a wedding dress for the person I love the most countless times: I must have an apple-like face spoiled by happiness and a pair of star-like eyes intoxicated by love.
A wedding dress is full of longing for future life. A wedding photo not only wants to keep its beauty, but also wants to prove that it is right. People around you are trustworthy and reliable.
Many brides-to-be wore wedding dresses and left the happiest and most beautiful moments under the flash. There are also many people who take wedding photos when they get married, and then make up the photos. Although their faces are no longer young and slim, the smiles on their faces still make the wedding dress shine. Who says wedding dresses only belong to young people? As long as there is dream, love and happiness, it belongs to women of all ages.
I have seen most fairy tales end with the princess putting on a beautiful wedding dress for the prince and stepping into the palace. At that moment, we thought that the heroine lived a happy life from now on. We will be infected by that wedding dress and immersed in happiness!
In front of the window, the wedding dress is full of bright and pure light. These things attached to the bride seem to be born with aristocratic atmosphere, vaguely containing arrogance and sacredness.
Romantic wedding is actually the warmest and gentlest dream in a woman's heart, quietly dormant in the deepest part of a woman's heart, waiting for a gust of wind at any time, until the heart is swaying and the wedding dress is fluttering.