As long as my hair reaches my waist, marry me

Chapter 10
In spring, a friend from far away called and said that there was a batch of books to be mailed to me.Soon, a postman delivered a large stack of thread-bound books, "A Dream of Red Mansions" and "You Meng Ying".I met my friend on the Internet, and I also like classical romance. When talking, I feel more gentle, humorous and humble.Although I have never met each other, occasionally I just greet you with some indifferent greetings, but they are all my favorite books, and I feel warm in my heart.

Someone has been denigrating the unreliability of online friendship.It's like a long clasp, someone plays the clasp and sings, and the singing is full of heroism; some people have ulterior motives in the clasp, which naturally hurts themselves and others.No one can predict what is hidden in the unknown communication.But as long as you have a sincere heart, you will have more beautiful factors.I often admire those simple and plain friendships, like the songs in childhood, in the plain, it is virginity, beauty, and warmth whispering.

The flowers are half open, and the wine is slightly drunk.Many subtle sentiments are like clear springs flowing in the mountains, trickling but can go all the way, simple but can leave brilliance in the passing years, a sip is endless sweetness.

Is friendship the unexpected and expected scenery when traveling, or the kind of tranquility and emotion that is both pure tolerance and beautiful expectations when the snow falls?The fleeting years like water have washed away the years of youth and frivolity, only those warm ballads still retain the original tunes.

It turns out that some warmth is invisible.When I felt it, I was already deeply intoxicated.

memory if you can drink
Rejuvenate the face, lightly and evenly swipe.I like to study and dress up in the palace, but I can do it and talk and laugh with literati.In front of the banquet, dancing swallows and singing clouds is unique.

Drink the smoke from the jade furnace.The bridal chamber was quiet.In the brocade tent, the whispers are rather strong, but under the silver candle, it is good to look closely.Everyone, it was clear last night that Xu Yi grew old together.

——Northern Song Dynasty Liu Yong's "Two Hearts"

If you can drink with memories, the past can be a hangover. When you wake up, the sky is still clear, the wind is still clear, and the two sides of time can't cross the river with a single reed after all.

An old friend came to visit and have a light drink.Back at the apartment, the wind calmed down, and the drunkenness still remained.The candlelight was flickering, and while I was reading at night, I suddenly thought of this sentence, a sentence in the Jane's essay.Simple, upright, and decisive, there is a bone-destroying affection and reluctance.

Unreasonably moved.Suddenly, I remembered the road we walked together.It is a road with romantic memories. The beautiful Jiangnan, gentle flowers, moss and poetry, time and flowing water are intertwined behind us.Flowers bloom and fall over the years, spring flowers and autumn moon fly, how many past events, how many wind and moon and joy, in the river of time, precipitate into beauty and romance.

Some people say that beautiful scenery only exists in the distance.As everyone knows, the most beautiful scenery is actually beside us.Do you still remember those days of Yangliu Feichun, when we were tired of studying, we wandered to see those beautiful things?In those days, when spring came to the south of the Yangtze River, we set off from the ancient ferry at the entrance of the village and walked around the city with our zithers, flutes and books and swords.The willows are green at the ferry, and the water is murmuring under the boat.The scenery along the way is infinite.

We leaned on the side of the boat, amidst the babbling of the boat mother, we looked at the white walls and black tiles in the distance, the waterside pavilions and terraces on the banks, and the prosperity of the world.At that time, your eyebrows and eyes were like snow, and the sound of the flute was melodious.I have long hair like a waterfall, with a calm demeanor, like a gifted scholar and beautiful lady.

When crossing the double bridge, a gust of wind suddenly blew out inside the bridge opening, and my long hair was scattered by the wind, fluttering across your face.You suddenly turned around and hugged me tightly.In an instant, kisses fell like raindrops.You say that I am gentle and beautiful, the most beautiful flower in the world.My cheeks blushed immediately, and I hurriedly covered my sleeves.There are countless beautiful flowers blooming in the bottom of my heart.People say that you are passionate, and there are thousands of beauties in the world, but I only love your kind.Unlimited gentleness, infinite style.

The past that had an affair with you is in the past, but the memories are still fragrant.I know that in our life, we have to go a long way, with countless scenery and countless encounters.We travel all the way, through the mountains and rivers, through the vicissitudes of the sun and the moon, through the prosperity and desolation of the world of mortals, until later, we finally understand that life was originally just to go to a time agreement.Go to the depths of time, the person who can know and depend on each other.Gambling books and splashing tea, whispering among flowers, what we want to remember is only the peerless elegance of that person.

Misty rain red dust, EMI vicissitudes.Over the years, I have met many handsome scholars and many beautiful women, who were either immersed in poems or written into stories of storytellers.I thought that a romantic, talented, and passionate beauty was what I looked like in my previous life. Later, I finally realized that there are so many romances in the world of mortals, so you are what I looked like in my previous life.I love your romantic and uninhibited, I love your tenderness and affection, and I also love your youth and madness, and you have gone through vicissitudes.

Tonight, this small pavilion is like a post house where the past revolves around.Through it, it seems that you can see the past years and past personnel.The past that has had an affair with you is as clear as a guqin, as if taking advantage of the moonlight, they can be salvaged together.

I was ups and downs in the memories of the past, half drunk and half awake.The moment the words were written, the fragments of the past kept reappearing in my mind.I look forward to drinking wine with memories, so that the past can be a hangover.When I dream back on a spring night, I can meet Jiangnan again with you.In the courtyard of Liushui family, in the season when the rouge flowers bloom, they bloom into a full bloom.Smile for you, bloom for you.No worries or injuries.

And make a smile
The spirit rain in the fairy mountain is cloudy and wet, and the fragrant muscle powder is not even after washing.Tomorrow, I will cast Yuchuanzi, and the breeze will blow through Wuling Spring.

You must know that Yuxue has a good heart, not the first face of the ointment.Jun Mo Xiao, who wrote a small poem, has always been like a beautiful woman with good tea.

——Song Su Shi's "Ci Yun Cao Fu Sends Heyuan to Try Roasting New Sprouts"

Spring and scenery are bright, and the fragrance is bright.I only like to find tranquility in the middle of trouble, so I went to the meditation garden to enjoy the Ming Dynasty of the West Lake.

Jingxin Garden is located in a corner of Xinglong Homestead on Chaoyang Road.At the beginning, the host was not there, and the waiter was attentive to greet him.Warm cups, clean utensils, fetch water, and make tea.Everything is meticulous and in place, and there is never the slightest sloppy.

While envious of the waiter's movements, I watched the layout of the room.On the table, a few delicate green plants, like old friends from the past, quietly told me the past of the world between the cups and cups.

When the tea is slowly poured into the bottom of the cup, the tea leaves rise and fall, and the fragrance mist rises, my mood also rises and falls.As if being in a distant mountain forest, the water flow and the fragrance of flowers are accompanied by the singing of birds and insects, murmuring in my ears.In the wind of falling flowers, there is a man who is holding a piano and carrying a sword, drifting past.His white robe fluttered with the wind, against the green background of mountains and forests, it looked so quiet, so simple, yet extremely wild.

The waiter smiled sweetly and poured water for me courteously.The tea is moist and dense between my tongue and stomach.My memories flow freely among the clouds and water.

Liu Zhenliang of the Tang Dynasty said in "Ten Virtues of Tea": "Use tea to dispel suffocation, use tea to drive away fishy smell, use tea to nourish life, use tea to eliminate evil spirits, use tea to benefit courtesy and benevolence, use tea to show respect, use tea to taste the taste, Use tea to nourish the body, use tea to refine the mind, and use tea to practice the way."

Tea has such wonderful functions and profound connotations. No wonder the ancients said that "tea is like Zen, and tea is like life".In fact, no matter whether you are a monk or a vulgar, drinking tea can not only refresh your mind, but also comprehend the Buddha nature.The frugality of tea makes people be modest and thrifty, and they don’t seek pleasure; the concentration of tea ceremony makes people’s spirit and nature merge into one; the fragrance of tea makes people inhale the essence of nature into the heart, refreshing their minds Great insight, so "tea Zen one taste".The whole life course of tea from picking, drying, withering, kneading, depression, roasting to tasting is just like life, which needs continuous experience, awakening, epiphany, and finally reaches the other side of happiness.

Scrolls, Qin and Swords are frequent visitors to the teahouse.We sipped tea, flipped through books, and chatted casually.Time flows quietly in the small room.My heart is also like dispatching a faint little fu, in the faint tea fragrance, pursuing a wordless retro.Among the dense mountains and rivers, is the returning Hong Pianpian, who "does not envy the golden cup, nor the white jade cup; Lu Tong, who lived for 40 years and only wore white clothes, kept appearing in front of my eyes, asking for more water.

It was a kind of satisfaction of knowing and cherishing each other beyond time and space, and it was also a burden of sincerity delivered to each other.It is a kind of indifference, a kind of pity, and this kind of friendship is calm and free.Like plum and snow, the heart is bright and clean.

Back then, when Li Ao visited Zen Master Weiyan, an eminent monk in Yaoshan Mountain, he wrote such a poem: "The body is shaped like a crane, and there are two scriptures under a thousand pine trees. I came to ask questions and said nothing. Clouds are in the blue sky and water is in the sky. Bottle." I know that encounters in life are just once in a while.The flowers bloom and fall, and none of us can know where the reunion next year will be.

Lin Qingxuan said: "The red face will disappear, and the white hair will not let us go. Let's drink tea together!" When "the clouds in Chu are gone and the snow is flying in Yanshan Mountain", one day I will return from the rivers and lakes and visit again with my piano When we were young, we still retained the original clumsiness and sincerity.

That beauty that is separated from the world
The fragrance of red lotus root and the remnant jade mat in autumn, lightly untie the clothes, and go to the orchid boat alone.Who in the cloud sent brocade books, when the wild goose came back, the moon was full on the west tower.

The flower is floating and the water flows by itself, a kind of lovesickness, two sorrows.There is no way to get rid of this feeling, so I lower my brows, but my heart.

——Song Li Qingzhao "One Cut Plum"

Reading at night, a lamp is like a bean.Uneasy thoughts slanted out along with the candlelight.Across the yellowed scroll, it seems to be back in the past.

The candle shadow shakes red, a dream for a thousand years.By the Daming Lake in Zhangqiu, whose attic is looming.The red paper with a new inscription in front of the Qi window is half stretched and half curled under the candlelight.The light and shadow hang down, and the bead curtain moves, as if someone is sighing behind the painting screen.Her figure is slender, her eyebrows and eyes are like snow, as if she heard silk and bamboo being wiped lightly, a curtain of dreams emerges, so light and soft that people can't tell which one is real and which one is illusion.

The rain and wind were violent last night.

Asked the curtain man, but said: "Begonia is still the same."

——Song Li Qingzhao "Like a Dream"

The rain fell suddenly that day, and the begonias were devastated that day.Who has a deep and gentle mind, using brocade palindromic poems to pity the joys and sorrows of a flower's life experience.Warm a pot of time-honored wine, let the past go, and turn into fragrant memories with the residual wine.Write a sentimental little order, let the past of the miscellaneous peanut tree become eternal beauty.

In the middle of the night when everyone is quiet, open the dusty memory of thousands of years, and your green, fat, red and thin past will surge in, and the dark fragrance will float.Let me lean on the door several times and look back, I'm still going to talk!The youth is long, how many past events have become whiteheads in an instant.That day of gambling books and throwing tea, after that day's swing, who told me with a smile, this life will never be lonely.I am wandering outside your attic, and I am also ups and downs in your past.

When the word geese returns, the moon is full on the west tower.Hundreds of years have passed, and how many fragrances have passed by, are all annihilated by the moss of memory.In Zhangqiu, where I dreamed back at midnight, I read your poems, drank your flower wine, and felt your graceful tenderness.On the other side of time, I seem to see your stunning face again, your alluring gentleness, hidden in the scroll, circulating outside the attic.It also made me pursue the footsteps without stopping.

Waiting for you, on the bank of Daming Lake in Zhangqiu, the branches and leaves of willows seem to be telling that after Dongli drinks the wine at dusk, there is a dark fragrance filling his sleeves.Waiting for you, when it's hot and cold and it's the most difficult time to breathe, how can I bear those three cups and two light wines!Your banana window reads at night, your westerly wind curtain rolls, and your person is thinner than a yellow flower.Those inseparable entanglements always move me for no reason.

The fragrant flowers in the wind and dust are exhausted, and I comb my hair day and night.Things are people and nothing is done. If you want to talk, tears will flow first.

I heard that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and I plan to go boating.I'm afraid that the boats in Shuangxi will not be able to carry them, and there will be many worries.

——Song Li Qingzhao "Wuling Spring"

Isolate time and space, and express feelings with rulers.I know you will come tonight. The small boat in Shuangxi has carried away the sorrows of the past, leaving only our joy and happiness.I know you will definitely come, at the ferry of the past, relieve Luo Shang lightly, and get on the Lanzhou alone.Go through the reincarnation of the seasons, through the joys and sorrows of the world, and come to the appointment between you and me in the past and present.

Time is like electricity, and time is like poetry.Tonight, in your undulating lines of poetry, I inserted plum blossoms obliquely again, and pursued your graceful breath in the tranquility.Outside the window, the wind blew the flowers down, and the shadows of the candles flickered.In the dark, it seems that there is a voice calling to me from afar.In an instant, tears spilled down the red note.I seem to see you in red again, dancing lightly on the other side of time, like a fairy.

(End of this chapter)