As long as my hair reaches my waist, marry me

Chapter 12
June passed by soon, and the flowers finally withered in a trivial world.Although I know it is the nature that cannot be violated, it still hurts the extravagant hope in my heart.Guanshan is difficult to cross, and brocade books are difficult to entrust, so I said "Treasure", and the tearful eyes from afar, which window of my heart has been wet?
The scenery in the emperor's land is beautiful. When I was young, I had feasts at night and joy in the morning.What's more, there are crazy friends and strange couples who linger when they meet Dangge and drink.Don't come here. The scenery is like a shuttle, and the old travel is like a dream. What is the limit of the smoke and water?Thinking of wealth and fame, haggard and lingering for a long time, chasing the past, empty and sad.Missing the arrow and moving, feeling a little cold, gradually whimpering, and the sound of drawing corners is disabled.Facing the idle window, turn off the lights and face Xiao, holding shadows and sleepless.

——Song Liuyong's "The Qi Family"

You have never been here, and you have never left.Time travels in a distance that seems close but still far away, no matter how many fishing boats sing late, time flies by playing.I will still remember the initial gaze, and I will still refine your voice in memory.When we meet again, even if it is not the old way, I still remember that you reach the call of the soul and wake up an old dream that has been sleeping for thousands of years.

I know, you have been here before, if you have not been here, how can those blooming flowers that are in full bloom for a while make my spring so colorful?If I had never been here before, how could those tender expectations haunt me in the dark night?If you have never been here, how can those mortal fates that you can't bear to let go be separated in the rain?If you have never been here before, how can you do nothing to avoid the dull pain in your eyebrows and heart at this moment?
I know, you have already left, if you have not left, how can there be dripping words in this sunny day?If he hadn't left, how could there be nowhere to complain about this full of grievances?If he had never left, how could he have seen tears from the lingering interlocking fingers?If you never left, how could the tenderness in your imagination be filled with helplessness?
You have come and left, my hut, there are only two ways to come, but there is not only one way to go.

You, finally escaped in a worldly night, those grasses trampled by you have begun to learn to forget how gentle you once were.And I will also forget that in a hearty text, stop.All those who escaped began to go towards each other, needless to say who betrayed whom, who let go first.Even if there was a romantic nostalgia, it was blocked by reality.

At this moment, I only hope that each other embraces the warmth of the world, and that the sun rises and the moon sets, and the ordinary twilight is the beginning of happiness, the continuation of happiness, and the end of happiness.

Only hope, hold hands tightly in reality, and give each other more excuses to escape.Reasons, growing in layers of reality, will eventually flourish into a forest, covering all paths of coming and going.

I will forget the imprint of your past, and I will also forget the fact that you have left, just as a coming and going in a cloud dream.At that time, please forget.Even if I remember, I just face the distant mountains and smile slightly—the story begins to grow old!And we are getting old too!

In the mottled moss, the vast memory is like a distant mountain, and what is endless is my endless blessing.

The sky is the curtain, and the clouds are the brocade.No matter which direction you look up, as far as you can see, there are my blessings: happiness—forever!
The bamboo horse is still there, the green plum is old

The concubine's initial payment, the drama in front of the folded flower door.Lang rode a bamboo horse to make green plums around the bed.

Living together in Changqian, the two little ones have no suspicions.Fourteen is a gentleman's wife, and she has never been ashamed.

He bowed his head to the dark wall, calling out once a thousand times.At the fifteenth day, I raised my eyebrows, wishing to share the dust and ashes.

How can you go to the husband's platform if you keep the letter of holding the pillar?The sixteen monarchs traveled far away, and Qutang Yanyudui.

May is untouchable, the sound of apes mourns in the sky.Walking late in front of the door, green moss for a lifetime.

The moss is too deep to sweep, and the autumn leaves fall early.In August, the butterfly turns yellow and flies to the grass in the west garden.

Feeling this hurts my concubine's heart, sitting and worrying about my beauty.Get off the three buses in the morning and evening, and pre-order the books and newspapers home.

We can't meet each other until Changsha.

——Tang Li Bai, "Long Gan Xing"

Alone in the courtyard, the spring is silent; the osmanthus branches are swaying, and the shadows of flowers are rare.There are flexible and emerald green grasses that spread outside the shade of the flowers.Gently pick a dandelion, blow gently with your mouth, the light petals are like childhood memories, go with the wind and disappear without a trace.Only the naughty wind caresses my hair, is that A Bin's hand?Soft and warm.

In my memory, his fingers always slide down my hair lightly, and his mouth pouted: You are my wife!you are my wife!At that time, I would shake off his hand and say angrily: I don't want to be your wife, I want to be a bride!

Life is a river, there are always times of abundance and times of dryness.Even if I lose my face when I get old and the past is like quicksand, I don't have to worry about it or think about it, but the memories of my childhood are like a tide, pouring into my heart when I don't care.Those thoughts that cannot be concealed are always revived at this moment, they are like An Zhitingfang, bit by bit, blooming all over the sky...

Memories are sometimes like the Jenga games we played as children.The more experience you accumulate, the higher the building blocks will be.Just like our staggering growth.When you inadvertently pull out one of them, the tower of memory collapses.You don't even have time to marvel, you are caught off guard, and it happens.

Building blocks can start all over again, but what about our youth?It never came back.We can no longer go back to the past, but with that bang, the gate of time was opened, and the petals of those memories filled our minds again.

Looking back, it seems that I can still see the original cloud.At that time, the sky was blue and the clouds were gorgeous. I lay in my grandma's arms, chanting the sweetness of ice cream and cotton candy over and over again.At that time, grandma always smiled and squinted and told us that marshmallows also have wings, and they fly up like clouds in the sky.

So, everyone happily sang nursery rhymes and began to count the clouds in the sky.A Bin was the most excited one among them. He jumped and ran around on the grass. I sat in the shade with my fairy tale book in my arms, and my eyes followed his shadow.At that time, I was ignorant and didn't know what it was like to "like". Is it as mellow as cotton candy?
I started to like Ah Bin's smile, just like strawberry ice cream, just looking at it can make you happy all day long.I carefully cherish that kind of happiness, only when there is no one, I take a sneak peek, and then pretend to watch the butterflies flying on the grass.The birds began to return to their nests, and the night gradually fell. I walked back alone with my book in my arms, and there seemed to be the sound of butterflies fluttering in my eardrums.So, a faint smile and the fragrance of strawberries lingered throughout the summer.

I like A Bin's smile, like a huge cotton candy, blooming on the branches of childhood, like clouds, all over the sky.Whenever the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, when I look up at the sky, there are always childhood memories running around.It was vaguely the season of a young girl who was just beginning to fall in love again, and the young man in white stood behind Liu Yin, showing a shy smile.A kind of happiness, boundless.

A group of children and bamboo horses greet the sun, when the two Lao Lanshang first met.

——Tang Xu Hun's "Giveaway Ren Qiongzhou"

At that time, I liked to hold Abin's hand and ride on the white carousel, over and over again, from the beginning to the end, and then back to the beginning from the end.It seems that childhood has no end, and sweetness has no end.The white wooden horse is like Ma Liang's magical paintbrush. It easily draws beautiful reveries one after another in my childhood mind.

Under the gardenia tree on the edge of the courtyard, we played on the swing together.A Bin likes to guard behind me, watching me swinging over and over again.He sent me out gently, and my plain skirt flew up, like pure white gardenias, fluttering in the wind.

Those tender and peaceful youth days are gone forever.In memory, there are only those pure and beautiful details, real and amiable, warm and mellow.Even those childish quarrels and disputes are still so innocent and pure. "I am his bride!" "I am his bride!" The content of our bickering with Rourou will always stay on these two sentences.

At that time, we simply thought that "marriage" meant playing together forever.Rourou and I are not giving in to each other.The two little faces were full of anger, like red apples.At this time, both of us cast our hopeful eyes on A Bin at the same time.

A Bin looked left and then right, with an innocent and helpless expression on his face.Such choices are more nerve-wracking than learning to do a difficult arithmetic problem.Finally, he covered his head in pain, "I don't know!" and fled in despair.And Rourou and I chased after him, and continued to argue "I am his bride" along the way!
Grandma brought soapy water tremblingly, and everyone immediately forgot the troubles just now.One bottle cap per person, one small plastic straw, and the happiness begins here.The small mouth pouts and blows hard, and the sky is full of pink bubbles.They are like dandelions, slowly flying into the sky.Some of those white and light elves lingered among the green leaves, some touched the fence, and some were sent by the wind to the Abor's house next door.Others fell gently under our feet.So, we started looking in the grass.Bending down, holding your breath, and lightly moving.Are you looking for the pearls scattered in the grass, or the katydid that stopped chirping?Every bright smile, every playful expression, every subtle movement.

Tired, tired, the night also rose, we sat on the grass watching the stars.Lie down casually, the body is arranged into a crooked "big" character.Their fingers touch each other lightly.Stars, there are always countless stars in the sky, just like childhood dreams, which can never be finished.The stars in the sky blinked, and we always wondered how they grew up in the sky, whether they would like to eat cotton candy like us, and sometimes even thought, if one day they fall down, I will Make it the most beautiful crown.

will you be my princePerhaps at that time, every child already had a crystal glass castle in his or her heart, where her or his prince and princess lived.And my prince at that time was my favorite Abin.He is like a photo, forever frozen in my most beautiful season.

Even if, someday the photo will turn yellow.But all the beauty has been frozen at the moment when we close our eyes:
At that moment, holding hands with each other under the starry sky.

At that moment, each other's eyes were pure and innocent.

At that moment, each other made a wish in the moonlight.

At that moment, each other believed that existence would last forever.

Time is like quicksand, and what can't be held is always the past.The moonlight is clear, the pear blossoms are white, and Qiongtai, who is quietly guarding the time, looks at those beautiful things at the beginning, quietly flowing in my mind.With whom?With whom to recount the old feelings?The past is one by one, like the green plums of that day, the lingering fragrance is still there.

Perhaps, the unexpected things in life are always turning back and forth. Those times that cannot be returned are like brocade clothes and painting fans.

Waiting for you to go to a feast of moonlight
Spring outing, apricot blossoms blowing all over your head.Someone in Moshang is young and flirtatious.

The concubine intends to marry her and leave her for the rest of her life.Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you cannot be ashamed.

——Five Dynasties · Wei Zhuang's "Sidi Township"

The moonlight is alluring the city, and the fragrance of tea is permeating.

When I was reading "The Allure", I thought of your face again.

In Jiangnan 18 years ago, on the tree-lined avenues of the campus, the voice of the warbler was still young, the apricots were still young, and the double shadows were still surrounded by the wind.You took my hand and ran fast.The gardenias on the campus are disturbing one after another, you hug me in your arms.

I see your face, there is a kind of tenderness, flowing in the eyes.

I remember the moonlight that night, swaying by willow branches in vain.Like lines of poetry written by youth, with different lengths.We sat on the grass, whispering the secrets in our hearts.You said that my heart is graceful, and there are many things that I hesitate to say.

I said stupidly, but I shook your hand behind my back.The moonlight shines, your hair brushes against my face, and the long black hair hangs loose.I suddenly felt a heat on my lips, it was a moist fragrance.Like the mellow youth, but also like the sweet moonlight, the shock that passed by that moment.

Many years later, I walked through the grove under the moonlight again.The moonlight that shines on you and me in the forest is still the same as before, pure and white, silent and spotless.

The evening wind blows, and the willow branches dance, just like when you hugged me tightly and whispered something.Youth is burning, our hair is entangled, and we are inseparable.Time goes by without repeating.Before I have time to say anything, that night with you has become farther and farther away.In the end, the outline was blurred.

If I can go back to the past again, I would still like to be held by you, and walk through the window sill with the sound of books, the south of the Yangtze River on the Qingshiban Road, and the bank dotted with rouge flowers.The eyes are full of blue and green, and there are curling clouds and smoke, like a dream, fascinated for thousands of years.

Youth is gone forever, how many past events have become clouds and smoke.

That spring of memory, those black and white photos, seem to be still secretly telling the past.The mind is blank, and the time is running.I don't know, at the intersection of youth, will there be a young you waiting for me to go to a feast of moonlight?

(End of this chapter)