As long as my hair reaches my waist, marry me

Chapter 1
Fireworks in March, Who and Jiangnan

The Buddha said that there are seven sufferings for human beings.Birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment and hatred meeting, love separation, not getting what you want.All living beings are like lotus flowers, whether it is the one with deep muddy feet or the one with noble and elegant appearance, they all have a red heart in their hearts, never leave delusions, do not transcend the common world, and do not escape from the world.In the south of the Yangtze River, you can pick lotus, lotus leaves and He Tiantian.Pick it lightly with plain hands, this thing is also lovesick.

【Lian Ying】

The glowing lotus is auspicious, and the pavilion emerges from the water.

A solitary stem draws green, and the two shadows share dividends.

——Sui Du Gongzhan "Ode to Concentric Furong"

Biyun Xiaoxuan, Nanpu Fangyuan.Among the green clothes and red shadows, which one is the yearning you planted for me?

Luoyi light gauze, icy skin and snow skin.I look for you from the traces of flowers, the dense lotus field is like the Wu language in those days, dense, fragrant and soft.There are gurgling water and the fragrance of lotus. At the extreme end of the sky, there are green lotus and blue shadows, and red clothes and green clothes are cuddling and whispering to each other.The white lotus is beautiful, naturally noble; the pink pistil is in bud, soft and charming.In the wind of falling flowers, someone called Wan'er Wan'er, and hung it between the lips of Han Zhuhua, letting the longing spread like weeds.

The drizzle is drifting, the breeze is shaking, who has replayed "The Golden Thread" over and over again, and the eyebrows of the distant mountains are reflected in the autumn water.

The green hills are green, the twilight is close, who is singing on the flute and piccolo in the water cloud, when the bright moon was there, and it once returned with the colorful clouds?
They say that the flowing cup of water is the grand event of the day, and the crescent moon is the palace makeup you describe.In the afterglow of the twilight, there are girls' romances that are falling one after another, rising in the old rhyme of Yuefu in the Southern Dynasties.

【Lianyi】

The golden oar Mulan boat plays with Jiangnan lotus.

The lotus fragrance is separated from Pudu, and the lotus leaves are all over the river.

——The Song of Picking Lotus by Liu Xiaowei in the Southern Dynasties

It was a long past, a past that even the breeze was as soft as golden silk.

Light gauze shirts, osmanthus orchid paddles, those crescent eyebrows and beautiful women, with a warm wave and a glance of autumn water, ferry all the dust and joy.It is a picture scroll that can be extended infinitely when the breeze blows: they lit up a lotus with water-sleeved peach blossom fans; they wrote a thousand songs of joy when the wild goose returned.The lotus in a pool is spinning, drawing one circle after another.

Those women picking lotus, with jade hairpins in a bun, and willow eyebrows curved.Wearing a small boat with a bright moon, and a sachet of Peilan.Downstairs of the swallows, the flowers and branches are trembling. Is it the peach leaves and willow leaves fighting for crossing, forgetting the way back, or the sound of frogs scattered among the green algae under the starry sky?
Can't see, how much play, flowing among the clear water and clear lotus.I can't see it, how much I miss it, clustered on Meidaiyuan Mountain.When the village is in the evening, the sails are swaying, and there are returning geese.There is no sleep, only frost, and it will be dyed again when dawn comes.

Who still remembers those shy lotus curled up in the delicate hands with what kind of thoughts they carried.In the arms sleeve, that piece of fire-like red, whose face is reddened?In the sun, things are sweet and soft.In the air, there are lotus petals stretching.

【Lotus Fall】

The five-inch lotus leaves are delicate, and the waves do not hinder the boat from shaking.

It can also cover the waist of a beautiful woman when the wind blows in April and May.

——Qing Shitao "Lotus"

The weather in April and May is a good time for picking lotus in the south of the Yangtze River.Playing the piano and making water, the clothes are flying.The jade flute is melodious, Pan Lang and Xiao Lang?In the painting boat, who is pointing their lips with sandalwood color, and there is a faint blush of mandarin duck yellow between their foreheads?Is it a reckless scholar, dreaming back to Yingying, chaotic years?Those budding flowers, after Yingge, sipped "Cheng Yue with Zi", "Cheng Yue with Zi", over and over again.

Whose singing voice is melodious, a song "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" can last forever.It's the hero standing up with the sword, but the song is gone; the beauty is like a lotus, curling up and returning.She wrapped her fingers and softened her intestines, and turned him into a three-life stone, with a great edge.With a touch of sadness, he plucked out the tip of her eyebrows, a large patch of years, patches of tenderness, as dense as a green lotus.

The dance pavilion and song stage, the old phoenix and the white lotus.The fleeting time on the saddle is a battle between swords and blood, and a vow that will never be returned if Loulan is not broken.She followed the railing all over, and in her eyebrows and eyes, there were endless mountains and mountains, and the east wind was lingering.

Who is in the king's arms, with star eyes like the sea?Love is in the cup of wine, the moon is printed on a thousand rivers, and the west window is cut together. Who are you with?The turbulent time passes by, and the turbulent world is as fragile as a butterfly garment. When the autumn wind blows and the mountains and rivers are far away, only Nantang, the Bingdi lotus dropped by him and her, slides across the clear water, lingering and circling among the lotus trees.

The lotus falling into the autumn water was originally a petal of heart fragrance in the blue sea on a sunny day, but it slipped into the marriage of nine generations.There should be reincarnation in this journey. The seasons flow like sand, and in a blink of an eye, there will be vicissitudes of life. In the next life, when you go to a place where the water is poor, you should just sit and watch the clouds rise.

【Lotus chaos】

Playing in the autumn water in the river, I love the fresh red stalks.

Panhe plays with its pearls, and the waves cannot form a circle.

——Tang Li Bai "Folding a lotus with a gift"

Dongjiatan is vast and deserted, and the green trees are shaded towards the water bay.After so many years, she and her passed through the lotus pond.

She called her elder sister, she called her younger sister, and as soon as they came, the hibiscus in the pond danced in disarray.One bounces the pipa with her orchid fingers; the other dances drunkenly with the green water and red lotus she picked.

A glass of wine, two flowers, a few poems, in the middle of the dance, when you are swaying your train, you can't tell who is more intoxicating and who is more charming.It is hard to tell who will be young in the snap of the fingers, and who will be spread farther.Is it the flowers of the past, the wine of the past, or the complex Jinlan at the moment, sleeping together in wind and rain?

At that moment, their singing resounded in April and May in Nantang, the strings were plucked lightly and slowly, and the cloud girl picking lotus was half-way.The sound of the pipa gradually fades away, resounding in the green clothes and red shadows, and disappearing in the rhythm of the lines of poetry.The smoke and water are vast, as if the heroes and beauties of the past, standing with swords;

Some people say that they are a pair of sisters, while others say that they are the Bing Dilian back then.

【Lianying】

The green lotus grows in the secluded spring, and the sun is bright and fresh.

Autumn flowers take green water, dense leaves and green smoke.

——Tang Li Bai "Ancient Style"

The hibiscus comes out of the clear water, swinging and singing.Someone passed by, still singing the song of neon clothes.

In this life, you are my sister, above the blue waves, like a green lotus, dancing lightly in neon clothes.The moment you took off, the moonlight was getting colder, and those cold dews had already been carved into your exquisite singing.Sister, under the moonlight, above the microwave, I must understand you, understand your elegance and nobility, steadfastness and longing for Xiangyuan Yiqing.

There are pure white clouds floating in the blue sky, who's thoughts are mentioned one by one by He.A lotus flower is on the tip of the eyebrow of a stalk, and a bunch of lotus root is on the lip of a stalk.When the plums are yellow, whose eyebrows and eyes are full, like a lotus, budding and reserved.At dusk, the pavilions are green and covered, striving to endure Lingbo?How many fields, how many times return to the sand.

The wind blows, the clouds disperse, and among the blue waves, how many fate gathers and disperses.There is the contract of Jinlan and the friendship of brothers and sisters.The same lotus, the same wind, who can understand, who can understand, that line of Xiangyuan Yiqing, sister, you have made a tall and straight symbol with your strength of character and elegance.

Sister, you are my Qinglian in this life. The wind, frost and desolation of the world are defeated by you one by one, and all the tenacity and integrity are turned into the faint fragrance behind you.At the head of the Yanzi Tower, Lingbo Hengtang, above the nine heavens, flying in the air, light and comfortable.

So, between the clear wind and clear water, and in my gaze, there are countless green lotuses, budding and dewy, dancing slowly.

【Liannian】

The brocade belt is mixed with flowers and tin, and the Luoyi hangs down the green river.

Ask the son where he is going now, and pick Jiangnan lotus.

——The Song of Picking Lotus by Liu Xiaowei in the Southern Dynasties

At this moment, it is the Yuefu flick of the Southern Dynasty again.They sang together over and over again, Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves and He Tiantian.

Can you see this secluded movement, the slow old rhyme, and the curling clouds?visible?The surface of the water is clear and round, lifted by the wind and lotus one by one, but is it the marriage of thousands of years, the love of a hundred years, and the promises kept together?Charming is gorgeous, and elegant is dusty.

The Buddha said that there is a soul that can reach both ends of the world and the world.But tonight, among the fields, let me hold a branch (lotus) to love, miss her blush and sweetness, and miss her fragrant and soft thousand petals.Let me and her soul fly between the clear water and clear lotus, our fingers are intertwined, our lips are still the same color, and the connected branches are always, forever entangled, and unyielding upward.

According to the Buddha's Proverbs, there is no love in the world of mortals.If there is no love, why would there be a green cover to depend on each other, lips and teeth complement each other, and share prosperity and sorrow?At this moment, please allow me to brush off the prosperity of this sleeve. Regardless of whether it is the red lotus or the green cover that ferries me in the past and present, I just want to brush the floating smoke in front of the twilight ferry without being stained with dust.

The flower language of lotus is purity.My sister's heart fragrance is like a sea.Mention Haoyu, write your name again and again, and paint it into the whole paper of missing, the whole paper of green lotus, overlapping in the depths of the night in Weiyang, in the deepest part of the sea of ​​hearts.Regardless of the ends of the earth, regardless of the fleeting years of the plantain, it is still the haunting dream of last night, and it is still the Furong Pukou where the small boat is bowing:

You can pick lotus in the south of the Yangtze River, lotus leaves and He Tiantian...

Ten miles of spring breeze, not as good as you
Xiao Niang's face is too thin to hold tears, and her peach-leaf eyebrows are long and easy to feel sad.

Three points of the world are moonlit nights, and two points are rogues. Yangzhou.

——Tang Xu Ning "Recalling Yangzhou"

"The green hills are hidden and the water is far away, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River is not withered in autumn. On the moonlit night of the 24th bridge, where can the jade people teach to play the flute?" The sound of the flute is melodious.The bright moon of that year was still hanging on the top of the willow tree outside the 24th Bridge.That night in Yangzhou City, after being written into the poem by the passionate poet, has been lingering in the depths of my memory ever since.

My son, is it the green waves swayed by grasshopper boats in the Slender West Lake, or the fragrant mist rising from the Yechun Tea House? These days, I can’t tell whether it is Yangzhou poetry that has transformed my memory, or my memory is hazy. Poetry of Yangzhou.

In those days, you said that you would take my hand and go through the spring breeze for ten miles, Yingying and Yanyan, traveling all over the south of the Yangtze River.Go to the beautiful place in Zhuxi to watch the bead curtains roll in the evening; go to the depths of the lotus root and listen to the gulls and herons fighting for the cross.Or go through the fog of Yangzhou, go to the past life, and pursue the memories about you and me.

There are more than thirteen curls, cardamom shoots in early February.

Ten miles in the spring breeze on Yangzhou Road, it's not as good as a bead curtain.

——Song Du Mu "Farewell"

Whether following the low sound of the flute or the horseshoe of the poet, we are back at the ferry of the past.The spring breeze is ten miles, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, like someone's eyes.On the tip of the cardamom, the bead curtains on the side of the road fall down and roll up again.I saw those crescent eyebrows, they were beautiful, and they frown before they want to sing.Their spring hearts, in the eyebrows, are shining with the clarity and purity of the landscape of the Six Dynasties.

Clothes fluttering, horseshoes slowly.We walk side by side.I heard someone whispering outside the red building, the spring breeze is ten li, not as good as you.Young Master, Young Master, the red sleeves all over the building are waving one after another. Who can explain the gentleness of sleeping flowers and lying willows after dusk.The moon is leaning in the west chamber, who uses a fifty-string jinse to write his thoughts into a song of blurred, springy, fragrant and soft.

Horseshoe clatter.He Garden, Ge Garden, Xiaojin Mountain and Diaoyutai, the Changhong lying on the waves, the willows blowing on the spring embankment, the city is full of flowers, and it looks like a brocade. "A single flower in Weiyang has no similar kind in the world." On the banks of the green tiles and flying scorpions, the majestic White Pagoda and the Wushuang Pavilion, the viburnum is luxuriant and full of trees.Fen Rui's petals are hanging on the branches, making many talented scholars and beauties sigh with emotion.Several times, under the viburnum tree, I picked up the silk handkerchief of that beauty.You laugh at me stupid, laugh at me stupid.

My son, my son, the mandarin ducks embroidered in Suzhou are lingering vividly by the lotus pond, and the fragrance is permeating the air.How I want to turn myself into a water bird, and fly into the depths of your Landing tonight.

The famous capital of Huaizuo, the best place in the west of Zhuxi, Jie An Shao stationed in the beginning.Ten miles in the spring breeze.All the water chestnuts are green.Since Huma looked at the river, the trees in the pond have been abandoned, and they have been tired of talking.Gradually evening, the clear horn blows cold.All in the empty city.

Du Langjun's reward is so serious now that he should be shocked.Longitudinal cardamom works, the dream of a brothel is good, but it is difficult to express affection. The 24 bridge is still there, the heart is swaying, and the cold moon is silent.Read the red medicine by the bridge, knowing who gave birth every year.

——Song Jiang Kui "Yangzhou Slow Huaizuo Famous Capital"

Along the misty rain of the Tang and Song Dynasties, travel through the ancient Jiangnan.Is it the memory of the previous dynasty that annihilated the world of mortals, or is it the soul that came from you?My eardrums, as if someone else is whispering, Cardamom Ci Gong, Du Langjun Appreciation.Young Master, Young Master, your frowning and contemplation, your fanning and turning around, and your smiling and looking back, are full of romance everywhere.I have turned all the poems in Jiangnan to pieces, but I still can't find a suitable word to annotate and describe for you.

The moon is leaning on the west chamber, and the dream returns to the south of the Yangtze River.Who will relieve the sorrow between your brows?Who comforts the sorrow in your heart? The bright moon on the 24 bridge is still there, who are you romantic for?Red medicine by the bridge, for whom are you keeping silent?Later, I finally found out that you are the finishing touch in my Jiangnan picture scroll.After ten miles of spring breeze, it is not as good as you.

There is a beauty in the South

A piece of spring sorrow waiting to be poured with wine.The boat shakes on the river, and the curtain moves upstairs.Qiuniangdu and Tainiang are charming, the wind is fluttering, and the rain is rustling.

When will you return home to wash the guest robe?Silver word Sheng tune, heart word incense burning.The streamer is easy to throw people away, the cherries are red, and the plantains are green.

——Song Jiang Jie, "One Cut Plum, A Boat Crossing Wujiang"

The spring flows slowly.

The moon shines quietly.

When the pure moonlight casts plain lines of poetry on the bluestone slab, the noise in the alley gradually subsides.Bypassing the entrance of the alley, and passing through a few small alleys, when the sound of creaking wooden shoes sounded on the attic, my heart would always go back to the era when the snow-covered mountains were covered with Gaoshiwo, and the beauties under the moonlight forest came. Back to that distant era of vivid colors and fragrances:

There are beautiful people in the north, peerless and independent.

Regardless of the city, consider the country.

Ning do not know the allure of the city and the country?Beauty is hard to come by!

——Han Li Yannian "Song of a Beautiful Woman"

As if for centuries, the musician named Li Yannian has been using melodious and whirling movements, accompanied by the moonlight outside the window, illuminating my wandering, illuminating my sadness, and even wrapping me like an undercurrent, gradually seeping into my heart. Into my blood, into my heart, turned into a ray of unceasing affection.

I have always hidden that peerless beauty in my heart, from the Han and Tang Dynasties to today, from the spring of the northern kingdom to the autumn of the south of the Yangtze River.Her eyebrows are charming, and her eyes are as clear as water; her complexion is more snowy, jealous of plum calyx and peach stamen; she always stands in a certain hidden corner, looking up at the bright moon.The cheongsam is stained with worldly ties, and the music is full of the unique fragrance and gracefulness of southern women.

She condensed her brows intently, while egrets slid across the blue sky, playing with Yunxia in mid-air.

She wandered around, Luo Yi parted the willows downstairs, there were shadow-piercing warblers, swallows skimming the water, gliding across the sky.

She kept wandering and staring.Like a thinned skirt, her fingers penetrated into the movement.Who is playing that soul-stirring past?And the five strings cut through the orange of the twilight.Candlelight is stained with coolness by poetry.She took away the coolness of my late arrival, just like the lotus that is facing the city and the water, in the empty valley, she bloomed the green into the sound of summer and autumn!
She is looking for the man playing the flute in the wind outside the long pavilion across the water bank of dreams, looking for the generous young man under the willow in the tall building, or looking for the clear shadow of the poem scroll in the blue light at dusk, looking for the call lamp Is Liluo's childhood still looking for Zhou Langgu's happy song?

She sang it word by word in sad song lyrics.His eyes were gentle, and his voice fell into obsession.

She, standing behind love, waiting for his look back.

Like a dream.It was a romantic and generous past.

At that time, the moon was Xijiang Moon, the flowers were flowers on Moshang, and the people were Ruan Langgui.

(End of this chapter)