As long as my hair reaches my waist, marry me

Chapter 13 Streaming Night Snow (1)
Poetry and Wine

The spring is not old, the wind is thin and the willows are slanting.Try to look on the stage aloof, half a ditch of spring water, a city of flowers.Amidst the rain, a thousand families are dark.

After the cold food, the wine sobered up but consulted.Hugh thinks about his old country, and will try new tea with new fire.Poetry and wine take advantage of their time.

——Song·Su Shi "Wang Jiangnan"

After returning from a long journey, the capital is already the season of flying flowers like snow.

My best friend, A Juan, sent me two urns of Longjing tea from Ming Dynasty, saying that they are a unique collection of spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and I want to appreciate them together.Blue porcelain and blue flowers, if you open it up, you will be greeted with the breath of mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River.For a moment, between the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, there are the clear clouds of the lonely mountain, the shimmering waves of the West Lake, and the vagueness of the Nandu, which is an authentic Jiangnan look.Fresh and charming, it seems that all the good things in the world are brewing here.

A Juan is a good friend I met years ago. She not only has a beautiful face, but also has a quiet temperament, just like the peach blossoms in Hu Lancheng's works, which are quiet and beautiful.That day, Ajuan came to do moxibustion with an elder sister from Haidian.We chatted one after another in the fragrant mist.After a long time, they are so familiar that they are like sisters from the previous life.Later, we met to drink tea a few times, especially one time when I was suffering from wind and cold. After recuperating with the meal I cooked myself, Ajuan recovered quickly, and the two became more and more acquainted with each other.

A Juan is a standard Jiangnan woman, not only dignified, gentle and affectionate, but also observant and understanding.After being in contact for a long time, I can actually figure out my disposition and habits so thoroughly.I know that my heart is in love with the south of the Yangtze River. I once inscribed the songs of Lianjiang Jiangnan, and planned to put a boat on the five lakes and the bright moon.So every time I come to see me, I always like to sit quietly with me behind the screen.It is as elegant as the fragrance of orchids in the deep valley, and as gentle as the new plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River.

At that time, we either sipped tea, or chatted, or wrote poems, and occasionally talked about some ancient beauty-beautifying and health-preserving topics.We don't have many topics, plain and simple, not sprawling or branching, it is the joy of a little girl, and it is also the familiarity and joy of meeting old friends.

There are also times of indulgence, and the topic will go far.She would also tentatively ask me what kind of lover I like, whether men will change their hearts, and what kind of love can last longer.I either bowed my head in silence, or shyly changed the subject.

At this time, Mr. Yi caressed my long hair, and continued on his own. My favorite sister's long hair is now black and smooth, and she is shining.If we can meet again in the next life, I will definitely be that suave and suave son, meet you in the south of the Yangtze River, I will marry you, a beautiful beauty, and be gentle every night...

tea

Fragrant leaves, tender tea

Mu Shike, A monk's family

Carved white jade, weaving red yarn

Fried yellow pistil color, turn the bowl to Juchen flower

Invite the queen of night to accompany the bright moon
Washing the ancient and modern people tirelessly, will know how to boast when drunk

——Tang Yuanzhen "Tea"

Warm cups, clean utensils, fetch water, and make tea.

In the midst of the fragrance, look at a leaf of spring buds, meet with the clean water in the cup, and dance with the universe.Tea and water meet each other and know each other, from mouth to heart, it is a simple and dripping affection, just like the mutual acquaintance and cherishment between Yi and me.I think of the Qushui Liushang of the ancients, the token of Yu Qingcheng you gave me, and the friendship of Guilan of the ancients.The nature of the tea is elegant and light, but its emotion is deep and meaningful, which makes me have a long and unforgettable memory.

Inside the small room, the fragrance of tea curls up.Its fragrance is slightly soothing, like a white horse dragging white clouds, passing leisurely across the sky.I sat and lay quietly, unable to speak.But there is a long-lost touch and joy in my heart, like a peanut tree, a moon imprinted on a thousand rivers, Zen and fragrance.

The blindness of tea and Zen is the feeling of a master.I am a little girl, so I dare not judge and speculate.But every time I burn incense and try tea, these faint fragrances always give me infinite reverie.Su Zi said, let's try new tea with new fire, and use poetry and wine to take advantage of the time.The fragrance of spring outside the window blends with the sincere and warm scene in the cup, writing a vast and deep feeling into a meaningful and long-lasting.

I know that good days are always flowing slowly and plainly; good sisters are always thinking about silently, untouched by their original intentions, like flowers blooming in the south of the Yangtze River, the wind is light and the clouds are calm, and it continues continuously.

Flowing light is the most beautiful fragrance
The hand-rolled real pearl is hung on the jade hook, and the heavy building is locked according to the former spring hate.Who is the master of the flowers falling in the wind?Siyouyou!
Bluebirds don't send messages from outside the cloud, and cloves are empty and sad in the rain.Looking back at the green waves and three Chu Mu, catch the flow of the sky.

——Southern Tang·Li Jing, "Breaking the Huanxi Sands Hand-rolled Pearls and Jade Hooks"

Walking in the gap of time, some people fall, some people are born again.There are also people who are gentle all their lives, just to grow old together with their loved ones.Green frost dyed the temples white, fine water flowed through the sun and the moon, writing immortal legends in the fireworks in the world.

Zhang Ailing said: "I have been looking for that feeling, the feeling of holding a pair of warm hands and walking forward steadily on a cold day." Holding hands for a lifetime is so warm, from youth to faltering; From beauty to white hair, slowly growing old while watching each other silently, what is more precious than the love engraved with the warmth and warmth of the years?

Love is a traditional Chinese medicine, which needs to be boiled slowly with a slow fire.Daily necessities, rice, oil, salt, food and clothing, although boring and monotonous, are good medicine for making love.In our life, we actually meet not many people, and those who can know and cherish each other are even more rare.When cherishing, we must learn tolerance and kindness.Some people say that love is eternal, even if there is no lover.The important thing is to have this penchant for love.I know loneliness and waiting are shameful.I understand the deep affection in your eyes, I want to hold the lamp of the sun and the moon, and recite the love in my heart to you and Qingfengmingyue.At the bottom of life, we need some such warm, clear, and extremely charming wildness.

Nianhua is a parallel poem, which requires us to spend our whole life to read it.And the longest happiness comes from the truth, plainness and leisure in our hearts.The beauty of love lies in the fact that we have a long flow of water and stay together with each other.Although it is said that we meet everywhere in life, but some turn around, and once turned around, it really becomes forever.A wise person often accepts the world with a broad understanding.How many people have fought and conquered all their lives, made great achievements and achieved fame, but in the end they died of regrets under the city wall of love.

There are thousands of scenery in the world, but only a few can fit into our eyes.The reunion in this life was originally an agreement in the previous life.The so-called flowers bloom sometimes, and sometimes they fall.There is no need to be nostalgic, and there is no need to care about and arrange.We don't say that time is late, we don't say that youth is old, we only cherish the warm affection when we meet.Be an open-minded lover, and don't fight for fame and petty profits.Use the most frank behavior to practice the true feelings hidden deep in our hearts.In the colorful years, we have walked hand in hand.

It is said in the Buddhist scriptures that doing happy things with predestined people does not matter whether it is kalpa or fate.Tonight, I am on the other side of the years, leaning on the railing alone.I use small characters to describe a picture scroll of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and write a poem about meeting each other happily, so that I will miss you forever.Candle shadows are shaking red, and the green fleeting years are constantly changing around me.The wind blows the scriptures, and the years flow like water.I keep your promise on the Sansheng Stone, fold a piece of the fragrance of the years, and I will wait for you in this life, in the Jiangnan where the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.

If possible, please allow me to spend this quiet time with you.I want to go to the misty and rainy Jiangnan with you, in the ancient town where wind, moon and poetry intertwine, read and write, or go to the old street to look for the traces of the ancients.I want to go with you to the passenger ship where the bell is ringing in the middle of the night, and fall asleep quietly amidst the babbling oars.I want to walk with you on a rugged mountain road, visit the hermit Taoist on the top of the mountain, and feel the nature and leisure of the empty mountain and the flowing water and flowers blooming.If the streamer is a solidified poem, you are my most beautiful petal, blooming on the branches of the years, and the fragrance is far away.

Time is like a poem, and the light is clear and shallow.At the moment of writing, fragments of the past kept appearing in my mind.The thoughts of flooding also come and go in dreams.It seems as if spring is coming in the south of the Yangtze River, with flowing water and all kinds of flowers blooming.You stood under the tree of time and walked towards me with a smile on your face.

A gust of wind blows and the flowers fall like snow.Under the tree, you look picturesque, like a heavenly being.

one generation one pair
If life is just like seeing it at first time, what is it? Waiting for leisure to change but the old people's mind, but the old people's mind is changeable.

In the Lishan language, it is half past midnight, and the tears, rain and zero bells will not complain.How about Bo Xing Jin Yilang, who will wish for that day.

——Mulan Ci by Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty

Stepping on the setting sun in March in Yangchun, where the setting sun is endless.In March, when "short peach blossoms are on the waterfront, and catkins are lightly dotting people's clothes", we wandered along the edge of Houhai Park.The peach blossoms are in bud and the willows are drooping. In the noisy city, the courtyard house with blue tiles and red walls, mottled rich doors, and closed doors still reveal a kind of solemnity and mystery.On the banks of the Lushui Pavilion and in front of the Pearl Mansion, among the carved beams and painted buildings, the vermilion columns and the green tiles, it seems that the romantic past and lingering love of the past are still circulating.

Brushing away the clouds and smoke of history, just following you quietly like this, wandering in the ten feet of soft red, and wandering in the long and long memories, there will always be inexplicable joy in my heart.

The quaint Xiejie we walked through is called Yandai Xiejie.You said that most of the people who lived here during the Ming and Qing Dynasties liked to smoke dry tobacco or hookah.Later, a clever guy opened a cigarette bag shop, and the business was booming. Later, the entire street was full of cigarette bag shops one after another.Cigarette pipes all over the street were smoking.

While you were talking, you gestured to me, with a face full of jokes.I seem to see, amidst the smoke and clouds, those riders from the Qing Dynasty leaning at the door, holding a long pipe in their hands, looking contented.

It seems that there are still cries of hawkers, one after another.

"There is Liulichang in the south, and Yandai Xiejie in the north." An assortment of cigarette pipes, shredded tobacco, calligraphy and paintings, jade and antiques are lined up on both sides of the streets and alleys, and an endless stream of tourists shuttles between them.Occasionally, curious tourists pick up the hookah and pretend to smoke a few puffs.In the long streets and alleys, in the old courtyards, amidst the hustle and bustle of the city...

You said that there is another Guangfu Temple in the middle of Yandai Xiejie. According to legend, it was built by the eunuch Peng in the third year of Mingshun (1459). The building is exquisite and magnificent.Li Dongyang of the Ming Dynasty said in "West Ya Miscellaneous Swimming Swimming Guangfu View": "The flying tower is soaring, the bottom is clear, and sometimes there is the sound of walking, and the Sui wind crosses the lake."

Going further along Houhai, in the shade of green poplars, there is a garden that combines Chinese and Western styles.This is the former residence of Nalan Rongruo, a poet in the Qing Dynasty.At that time, Nalan Rongruo, the eternal wizard who made people sigh and feel sad, filled the Houhai area with legendary spirituality.

He was a handsome young man in white clothes, and he was also a handsome and suave young man.He was gifted and intelligent since he was a child, with a broad knowledge of classics and history, calligraphy, Danqing poetry, and good at riding and shooting. , the name moves beyond the Great Wall.

However, the deep love does not last long, this aristocratic son from a famous Manchu family, he only had a "stunning glimpse" in the world, and then passed away abruptly in the summer when he was 31 years old. "Don't have roots, it's not a rich flower in the world." After seeing all the bustling clouds and mist, like flowing clouds and flowing water, that Juechen soul finally turned into a phenom and disappeared without a trace.

Zhulou, carved windows, we were full of hesitation and heartbroken in the old days of Mingzhu Mansion.Those long breaths seem to be rushing through the cracks of time.

That year, when the childhood sweetheart's cousin was selected into the palace, the mournful Nalan sighed sadly and helplessly facing the bright moon in the atrium, "one generation and one couple in a lifetime, fighting to teach two places of ecstasy".The wind shakes the screen window, the moon shines on the golden well, the all-too-familiar courtyard, the all-too-familiar scene, but now the jade man who cuts the candle, the beautiful figure admiring the moon, and the light smile that falls on the brows and flashes on the corners of the lips are gone .A pair of twin stalks turned into flying swallows in a blink of an eye.Outside the window, there is only "the crystal curtain is sad and white, and the clouds are separated by fragrance and mist" and "the west wind blows the weft". How can people not cry?
Later, the 20-year-old Nalan married the 18-year-old Miss Lu's family.Miss Lu's family "was born graceful, her nature was dignified, she was chaste and courteous, and she was respectful to guests. The moon is worn in the Ming Dynasty, which is like a lady's chapter, and the dawn mirrors the spring."The two couples are deeply in love and very affectionate, "I have fallen into the world for [-] years, blowing flowers, chewing pistils and making ice strings", "The brocade of beasts is still warm last night", "I open the red window and let him watch it by the bright moon pillow" .The poems sing in harmony, and the red sleeves add fragrance, this pair of little mandarin ducks in the world has once brightened the Pearl Mansion one spring after another...

Such a good day, which was as melancholy as a dream, did not last long, and Lu Shi unfortunately died of illness.This fatal blow made the affectionate Nalan feel extremely sad, "When the crows are exhausted, who is the reason for Xiaoli's hatred? It is urgent to turn over the incense in the pavilion, and the breeze blows to the plum in the vase, and the heart is turned to ashes!"

The cold moon dredged the trees, and his heart was ashamed, but Nalan, who was deeply in love, still couldn't stop missing his wife. He didn't want to, and he didn't believe that his beloved wife had passed away.Nalan, who was lonely and angry, poured endless thoughts into the mourning poems.

The hard work is the most pity for the sky and the moon, the past is like a ring, and the past and the past are all decisive.If it is like the end of the moon, it will be bright and clean, and the ice and snow will be warm.

Helpless, the fate of the world is easy to end, but the swallow is still there, and said softly stepping on the curtain hook.After singing, the sorrows of autumn graves have not stopped, and Chun Cong recognizes the amphibious butterflies.

——Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty "Butterfly Loves Flowers"

This song "Butterfly Loves Flowers" was composed on a spring night.Nalan, who dreamed back in the middle of the night, leaned on the railing alone, facing the bright moon in the atrium, touched the scene and was full of emotions.So I wrote this sad poem.Like weeping like complaining, the sadness is so desolate, it makes people heartbroken.

In a corner of Wanghai Tower, we interlocked our fingers and stood silently.Later, in front of the "Mingkai Yehe" tree that Nalan personally planted back then, we chanted "Autumn Thoughts on the Dressing Table" while thinking about the grand occasion of that year.Among the whirling branches and leaves, it seems that Nalan of that year can still be seen, lingering here, chanting, "Two nights in front of the steps, the branches and leaves cover the Huarong. The density is sunny and rainy, and the volume is dark because of the darkness."

(End of this chapter)