As long as my hair reaches my waist, marry me

Chapter 15 Flying Flowers in Dreams (1)
The distance with you is heaven
"Water Tune" listens to the wine several times, and wakes up in the afternoon and wakes up worried.When will I send Chunchun back?In the evening mirror, hurting the flow scene, remembering the past in the later period.

The sand and the birds are on the pond, the clouds break through the moon and the flowers are in the shadows.Heavy curtains close the lights, the wind is uncertain, people are quiet at first, and the sunset should be full of red.

——Song Zhang Xian's "Sky Fairy"

When the breeze bypasses the painting hall, who is singing babbling?Red candle Luoyi, crisp hands and silver bells, and plum blossoms on the screen, a burning one, dyed the lotus pond in December.Is it the snowflakes dancing in the sky?Otherwise, why is it light and tactful, like a warbler in the willows; is it a teardrop belching in the eyelids?Otherwise, why is it pure and crystal clear, like nine days of ice and snow.Like a fairy flying from the sky, she is dressed in white clothes and gauze, lingering in the microwave, wading through the clear stream, crossing the horizontal pond, crossing the inclined bridge, approaching the short pavilion, winding around the corridor, winding all the way, wearing a ring...

The Wu language is fragrant and soft, and the Hui songs are clear.In this cool moonlit night, there are only those soft times and the white past, they are full of smiles, shyly hiding, and occasionally with a touch of sadness.Their undisguised sadness, their unconcealable sadness, made the moonlight a bit cool.I'm actually so sad, I can't see her long hair flowing down, her crescent eyebrows turned into distant mountains, can't see the waves she turned her eyes into, and can't see her turning Gong Shang into Heartbroken!

Life has been pulled, the tide ebbs and flows.Who uses Supa to gently wipe off the frost on my shoulders and hair, and wrap my sleeves for the coldness?Who uses gentle eyes to make the night gorgeous after the vicissitudes of life, and wipe away the sadness in my whole body?

It seems that the stars are not from last night, for whom the rain and dew stand at midnight.Tonight, only the white moonlight that has shone on you, and the indifferent palace merchants who have been close to you are still exiled and wandering on the strings of the pipa.Just like the white lotus with eyes full of eyes, it blooms flatly and falls leisurely.Just listening to you, your warm caress; being led by you like this, I follow suit.

Gold is like clothes, jade is like body, eyes are like autumn water, temples are like clouds, groups of Xia skirts and moon collars come to the entrance of the cave, watching the smoke, Liu Ruan does not return to the spring sun.

——Tang Wei Zhuang "Jiangchengzi"

As if it happened for centuries, that water sleeve has been facing the wind for thousands of years, her neon clothes, at the ferry of Tang and Song Dynasties, the mist is flying; .You wash all the clear ripples, no vines or branches, and the pavilions are clean; your strings and songs are melodious, and the songs are full of peach blossoms, and you don't complain about Lishang.You are the green lotus in my heart, unstained by dust, and also a flying flower on the sword, with a burning youth.

"Plucking hibiscus in Shejiang River, the orchid is full of fragrant grass. Who do you want to leave behind? The thought is far away." You are my bright moon in the sky, just for your full grasp, and the slender waist; you are my alluring city The flowers are just for your sweet glance, the beautiful past.No matter the ups and downs, no matter the obstacles and long roads, this life is destined, I want to meet you again on that boundless road.

The sky in early summer is full of big white clouds.At this moment, I want to take the wind as my clothes and fly to you.The distance with you is heaven.Let my desire, like white clouds, be unrestrained and free to float.

Dreaming in the Misty Rain of the Qinhuai River

Spring turns into autumn rain.Thinking about being romantic in the past, secretly hurting me like this.Even if there are, draw boats around the embankment, desolate, and the water clouds are still there.Recalling the past, a little east wind, separated by a heavy curtain, brows are sad.Waiting for an appointment with a plum soul, the moon is light at dusk, and I whisper with Yi Shenlian.

——Late Ming and early Qing Dynasty·Liu Rushi "Jin Ming Pond · Yong Han Liu"

After several hours of rushing, we finally arrived at Qinhuai at dusk. "In the past few years, my heart has been broken, and my dream is going upstairs on the Qinhuai River. In ten days of rain and wind, the thick spring is like the end of autumn." Qinhuai, haunted by dreams, is quietly presented in front of me at this moment.

There is an endless stream of tourists coming and going.The pink walls and black tiles, the water pavilions and flower pavilions, the blurred lamps, the sparkling waves, and the continuous painting boats made my thinking blurred, as if I fell into the long river of history again.In a trance, there was the sound of babbling and singing in the eardrum.

The smoke cage is cold water and moon cage sand, and Qinhuai is near the restaurant at night.

Business women do not know the hatred of subjugation, and they still sing backyard flowers across the river.

——Tang Du Mu "Parking in the Qinhuai River"

We leaned on the Zhulan painting boat, and the singer sang quietly on the other side.The running water under the boat made a splashing sound.You look at the golden willows by the river and whisper to me.The ten-mile Qinhuai River is the bustling place of Nanjing. On the banks of the river separated by a river, many romantic affairs happened here, and they were lingering.You said that in the Jiangnan Gongyuan back then, there were so many talented people, they were handsome, they were romantic and comforted, and they exchanged three thousand poems for a fight of wine.At that time, your eyes were bright, the corners of your lips were raised, and your tone of voice was very similar to that of the champion of the new department at the Qionglin Banquet.

You told me about Meixiang Building and Bird Clothes Lane, and you said that you would take me through the Pearl Market and the old courtyard to visit the talents and romance of famous prostitutes in Jiaofang.Tell me about Liu Rushi, who is beautiful and talented, Chen Yuanyuan, who is beautiful in flowers and snowy, good at singing and dancing, and Li Xiangjun, who is gentle, elegant, chivalrous and courageous.Gu Hengbo, Dong Xiaowan, Bian Yujing, Kou Baimen, Ma Xianglan, you say they are gentle flowers, like the bright moon, hanging high every night, illuminating the endless night of the Qinhuai River.

The bluestone slabs at the foot extend into the distance, as if telling the story of years of wind and frost.I quietly listened to your talk, imagining their beauty, their talents, their courage, and I felt infinite admiration in my heart.

Later, at some point, it began to rain lightly, and a thin layer of rain and mist, like a veil, shrouded the Qinhuai River.We leaned on the vermilion railings to watch the scenery, every passerby, and imagine their stories.Imagine the Qinhuai of the literati and the Jiangnan of the Six Dynasties.Those flowers bloom and fade, and the past has become a tragedy. The faces of the lotus faces of talented scholars and beauties have long since disappeared, and the leaps of weak women have also disappeared. Only the green water of the Qinhuai River is still flowing quietly.There was a coldness in my heart for no reason.

Wild grass and flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Alley is slanting.

In the old days, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.

——Tang·Liu Yuxi "The Alley of Bird Clothes"

Peach blossoms bloom and then fade, swallows go and return, hundreds of years have passed.Over the Qinhuai River, how many meteors have flashed, and how many old dreams have been wiped out.Through the smog of history, who can tell what was right and wrong back then? "Several degrees of fame, successes and failures are like flying gulls."

Pan Gao in the Qing Dynasty said in "Qinhuai Xiaodu", "The tide is long and the waves are flat, and the black crows and the moon are all over the street. With a single sound of a solitary oar, the residual dream falls to the Qinghuai River." I know there is a dream tonight.My dream was also left in the misty rain of the Qinhuai River, in the memories of the past.Deep and affectionate, only understand when the heart is broken.

Aventure in Jiangnan
Dreaming of entering Yanshui Road in the south of the Yangtze River, traveling all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, never meeting Liren.There is nothing to say in sleep, and I feel melancholy and wrong.

If you want to make the most of this love letter, there will be no evidence for the end.But leaning on the slow strings and songs, breaking the Qin Zheng column with heartbroken heart.

——Song·Yan Jidao, "Butterfly and Flower"

"Everyone says Jiangnan is good, tourists only like Jiangnan old. The spring water is as clear as the sky, and the painting boat listens to the rain and sleeps." I have dreamed of going back to the south of the Yangtze River countless times, lingering in the ancient village Jindu, and also tossing and turning in the misty rain to paint the boat.I have imagined our encounter countless times, our acquaintance, and my hand in hand.

It was a smoky past, and it was also a romantic past.

Misty gauze, misty water ferry.If there is an encounter, which sandbar should we be on?
The moss is mottled, the door is rusty, if we rub shoulders, which rainy alley should we be in?
Is it the old country of Qiantang, where "the bridge is painted with smoke and willows, the curtain of wind and green, and there are 10 people's homes", or the side of Pingshan hall where "the curtain is embroidered in the setting sun, and the water under the pavilion is empty. The Zhijun is my new work, and the windows are green and red"?I have come to your side countless times. "The people around me are like the moon, and the bright wrists are covered with frost and snow." The scene in the dream made me toss and turn every night, and I have never slept since.

Encounter Jiangnan, meet your Yingying eyebrows; Drunk dream Jiangnan, rely on your smoke willow painting boat.Your figure is graceful, reflecting the ripples in the center of the lake, lingering with the singing outside Lanting; your oil-paper umbrella, like the finishing touch brush, lingers in my dreams several times, freehanding the pictures of the people in the ancient town.

Meeting Jiangnan is the lingering relationship between one flower and another.Low, full of people's windows, dotted with pictures of white walls and black tiles.

Meeting Jiangnan is a carnival between one song and another.Slowly, the moonlit night is entangled in front of the candle-cut lamps in the west chamber.

The clouds and smoke in the pen can't describe your thousands of styles.String songs are melodious, and you can't finish singing your heart song.You and I, long words and short sentences, have fun over a glass of wine.The flying flowers on the fingers bloom lightly, and the amorous feelings are everywhere.The nectar in the wine ripples, lighting up the night of the spring river and the moon.There are thousands of styles and infinite gentleness.This is the Jiangnan we met, and it is also the Jiangnan we know each other.

The bamboo shadows are slanting horizontally, and the dark fragrance floats.It seems to be a certain spring in the Song Dynasty, "the remnant cold is oppressing the sick wine, covering the aloes and embroidered households." I was dreaming under the lamp alone.As a scholar, I walked at night with lights on, crossed small bridges and flowing water, and then encountered a wind.In a trance, you in the cloud and mist, with the jade flute blowing horizontally, are coming towards the wind and the moon.Your skirt is flying, and lotus is growing every step of the way.Suddenly, I feel pity and pity, and I am moved by the reunion after a long absence.

With a bird cry, Qingmeng wakes up.The morning light outside the window is born, a few bamboos shake their shadows, and a few fallen flowers fall into a dream.The crisp birdsong dripped from the eaves.With our stories and the poems of talented scholars and beautiful women in my arms, I walked slowly through the Jiangnan of spring water, the Jiangnan of summer lotus, the Jiangnan of autumn pond, and the Jiangnan of winter snow.

Later, on the Mingyue Tower where the curtain was drooping after drunkenness, we Xiaoping saw each other again, with the double heart character Luo Yi, full of lovesickness; Outside the blue sky where the hibiscus and autumn water bloom, we come back with cloud buns and slanted hairpins, full of fragrance; when the colorful pistils are in bloom, and the clear snow is half-disappeared on the twelfth floor, we make up our makeup, enjoy the crispy crisps, and talk all night. screen dream.

Encounter in the south of the Yangtze River, talk about romance together.It seems that I have been waiting for you for thousands of years. Who asked me to spend the deep moon and the full moon, the moon is fine and the wind is sharp, and we made a deep wish together.Who said that I am green, fat, red and thin, so new and sad, when the word geese comes, I will meet you on the floor, and try to write from the sound to the old string.Flowers fall easily, but the moon is difficult to round.I twirled the incense paper in my hand, and it turned into a green lotus, a eaves of rain bananas, an old plum tree, a touch of fresh green, and a song of birds.Waiting for you for a thousand years, in the Jiangnan made of water, in the Jiangnan of three thousand poems.Waiting for you to fulfill the fate of this life.

A curtain of dreams

Ying Jin, cicadas and musk umbilicus are fragrant, and the flowers and plants are lightly dressed in the morning smoke.The golden and red palms of the battle are falling, and the emerald clouds are low.The star smiles and leans against Xia's face, frowning the gold and opening the silver mud to line it.Chunsiban and Fangcao are tender and luxuriant.

The cold tone of the silver character Sheng is long, and the hydrographic bamboo is cold and the screen is cool.The jade wrist is heavy, the golden arm is strangled, and the makeup is light.Try the fragrance and hand warmth several times, and taste the wine crimson lips once.Pretending to use a red silk rope whisk to beat Tan Lang.

——Tang He Ning "Shanhuazi"

The moonlight leans against the window, there is a late wind, and the scattered shadows shake down in the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, with a slight fragrance and warmth growing with the wind.Those fine silvery whites shimmer like pairs of clear eyes, filled with the glow of happiness.They covered the happiness and sweetness in my heart with overwhelming warmth.Those happiness and sweetness are waiting for your hatching, as if just a touch of your smile can give me the whole spring and longing.

I can't use a word to describe the love of your life; I can't use a look to warm the look back in your life; I can't use a smile to exchange your unchanging love for life.Because of you, it is my whole spring, and my heart has been filled with so much greenery.

Thinking of your every call, it seems that red flowers and green leaves are entangled, every smile, feigned anger, and play of you, they rush towards me unobstructed and wrap me layer by layer.In your warm embrace, I would like to be a thick cocoon, waiting for you to peel me off layer by layer and melt bit by bit with pure love and infatuation.When the moonlight climbs up the curtain, you will see a beautiful butterfly flying and wandering in the pure land and streamer.

(End of this chapter)