Deep Resentment [Full Text]

Bright sunshine, bright sunshine, peach blossoms like fire, willows like smoke; early in the painted beams, pairs of swallows fly. Daughter's tears, daughter's tears, I am eighteen, a young woman; facing this beautiful spring, who will keep me company?

Pairs of butterflies flutter under the curtain, making my elder sister curse in her heart; she is impatient now, what worldly things do you want from me? Heartbroken, I complain to my parents, they only care about keeping me as a child; now that there are no children, the fashionable daughters are still young.

Tears flow like shuttles, tears flow like shuttles, what am I waiting for to embroider phoenixes and dragons; even when I embroider lotus blossoms, my heart is so sad. Sister-in-law and brother, sister-in-law and brother, the two of you talk so much; I think that at night, you will surely lie down together.

My brother is twenty-one this year, and he married a sister-in-law who is only seventeen; she is a year younger than me, and two feet shorter than me. And she has been wearing a headband for a long time, I don't know what she did in her past life. She only goes to bed when it gets dark, I think that fruit is very delicious.

I complain about my parents, I complain about my parents! All my sisters from the same age are married; now they raise their own children, and they're already old. He's eighteen, I'm eighteen, I wonder what I'm lacking compared to him; I don't know my parents, they just want to keep me here to support them in their old age. (Full of resentment)

Thinking about it only adds to my troubles, I stomp my feet in vain when no one's around; raising me to eighteen and not finding a husband, how many young people are left? I hate my parents, I grit my teeth, they've wasted my youth; daughters have never been able to be sons, they have no reason to keep me here to support them in their old age. (This paragraph only elaborates on complaining about my parents)

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