As long as my hair reaches my waist, marry me

Chapter 16 Flying Flowers in Dreams (2)
The moonlight once shone away from the altar.The moonlight at this moment is warm, not sultry.They sprinkled the mottled moonlight from among the leaves, rippling with the autumn coolness, reflecting the plum blossom makeup you painted on the dressing table.The red candles are still shining brightly, and the plum blossoms are burning brightly.Raising their eyebrows, there is a bead curtain hanging in front of the door with the wind, they seem to be calling Lang's white clothes and green shirts with vague shadows on the ground; nodding their heads, like thousands of blue silks floating down, they use the remaining warmth of their palms to , keep teasing the jade flute and flute that your jade fingers caressed.Is it a willing sinking, or a youth without regrets?Just like this, I will accompany you forward, through wind and rain, and appreciate the beauty and ups and downs along the way.

Those predestined relationships in the past, those entanglements in this life, as well as those mutual acquaintances, acquaintances, mutual understandings, and appointments due to previous lives, just fly away in such endless looking back, and in our mutual smiles. Yunxiao, like a skylark in spring, leaves its singing to the people looking for spring.

There is wind, passing through the gaps in the trees, and a faint scent of flowers floats in front of the corridor.Qingshan was awakened in one word, stopped to leave the fragrance, smelled the fragrance, is that you?Stepping on the lingering fragrance of the ground, I lift up the skirt that stretches the ground, and I welcome you under the watery moonlight.That ray of tenderness engraved on the lips, and that touch of pearls splashed with fragrance, become warm and lingering under the moonlight, they are so dense, so moist, with affection that will never wake up in a lifetime .I dare not call out your name easily.I'm afraid, I'm afraid that my call will disturb the moonlight hanging outside the window with the sound of your flute.

The bright moon shines brightly, and the courtyard is sparse.You are not here yet.Burn a burner of incense, wash your hands and sit in front of the zither in the pavilion, playing a song "Long Lovesickness" lightly and slowly. "Long lovesickness, long-term memory. Long-term lovesickness, long-term memory." Lingling's zither sound, like night dew, makes the night breeze slightly cool.The fingertips slipped through the endless lingering, the lovesickness of a lifetime, the lingering of a lifetime, the companionship of a lifetime, and the infatuation of a lifetime. They wandered and circled in the melody, and the moonlight also darkened the curtain.

You come in style in the moonlight that washes freely.Wearing a green shirt and a long sword.Through the curved corridor, across the flower alley, with sleeves full of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, came to me.The sound of the zither does not stop, countless lingering and free; the moonlight is just right, and the water washes the windows.You are the green shirt in my pen, carrying the wind of Tang Dynasty and the rain of Song Dynasty while walking, the butterfly who falls into the mortal world when drunk.

You say that I am a flower demon, and if I hold your ten fingers together, I will never leave you for a lifetime.Looking at each other and smiling, the lotus blooms countless brilliance in the bottom of my heart.Like a dream, like an illusion, it is the underground Yushu couple.It's poetry, it's painting, it's the love between mandarin ducks and ducks in the world.A kind of tranquility, a companionship, a kind of indescribable intoxication...

It's late at night, people are quiet, the moon is shining like a night, drinking lightly and getting drunk.With a light smile and a light smile, we look at the bright moonlight in the world hand in hand.Nestling in front of the porch, quietly watching the moon hang and set.Such a clear sky, without a trace of dust, is like the love between you and me, washing away the glitz of the world, leaving only this quiet green shirt, and smearing the bright love in the heart.Pour a cup of sake and drink with you, the eyes are as deep as water, and the love like cotton spreads in the bottom of my heart, entwining the unchanging nostalgia for a lifetime.It's so deep, so thick, and as clear as the cold, slight order between the lips and teeth.The wine entered the throat, peach blossoms and scarlet filled the eyebrows and eyes.All over the sky, the charm is swaying with the wind.

Deep love is also strong.In this way, put your palms together, kowtow, and thank the gods.The past and the past are all turned into a wisp of smoke, just like the dead.But at this moment, I just want to stay with you in this mortal world, and join hands with you every minute and every second of this world.If it is said that happiness in the world comes from the existence of heaven, then you are my heaven.

The moon in front of the curtain seemed to be just about to fall, and the shadow became fainter and fainter.Who knows that it is engraved in time, just like some images in life, the last is plain, just because the streamer engraves all the beauty into the bone marrow, at that time, it is not about love, but about companionship.

With you in my life, all the time will be as beautiful and fragrant as spring flowers.Just like the bright moon in front of the curtain, a few wisps of cool thoughts floated, and it was about to sink in the blink of an eye.But her beauty that cannot be ignored, every minute, every second, is deeply engraved in my heart.

small town love
Who translated Yuefu's Desolate Song?The wind is blowing, the rain is blowing, and the lanterns are all over again for another night.

I don't know what to hold in my arms, I am bored when I am awake, I am also bored when I am drunk, and I have never been to Xieqiao in my dream.

——Nalan Xingde, Qing Dynasty, "Picking Mulberries Who Turns the Desolate Song of Yuefu"

In my dreams, I have come to the ancient city of Fenghuang countless times, lingering and lingering by the Tuojiang River.Wooden planks, stone railings, small bridges, inns, faces coming and going meet each other on narrow roads.The wind blows the flag, the gauze skirt flutters, and the dark fragrance slips away.The jade flute flies darkly, gentle and long, scattered into the ancient city of spring breeze.I stopped, what kind of person should be playing such a sad tune?I am not a bosom friend, and I am not familiar with the poetry of mountains and rivers, but this song made me feel a certain kind of spiritual resonance in a sudden.

The flowing water is gurgling, the mist is hazy, and a few small boats are moored quietly on the shore.Suddenly there was a crisp call in my eardrums, "Grandpa, come back soon." I followed the sound and looked carefully, and a playful girl with a tanned face was calling from the opposite bank. Row the boat over.I suddenly realized that the shadows we had been looking for—Cui Cui and Grandpa—had never left before, and they flowed in Mr. Shen’s words.

I walked slowly along the river.There is a woman pounding clothes, washing clothes by the water.Her high headdress, like the buildings of ethnic minorities with unique styles on the shore, stands majestically and has a unique style.Water droplets splashed, and the woman raised her hand to gently wipe her hair on her temples. Although she didn't smile, she was full of beauty every step of the way, but she still had the delicate attitude of a girl.There is a saying in the ancients that "cut clothes and send them far away". I don't know if the woman in front of me also has a lover who is sent far away. Do they also have a deep love that stays on the Tuojiang River?
The lonely quilt leads to thoughts, and the lonely pillow is sad and worried.The autumn grass is green in the deep courtyard, and the white dew at the high gate is cold.

Thinking of you from the clear night, and urging the pillars to play the orchid.Don't complain about Fei Peng's bitterness, it will only hurt the Hui grass.

The storm is stagnant during the service, and the tourists will not be able to return.Under the leaves of Tinggao trees, autumn clouds fly in Longshou.

The evening birds gather in the cold garden, and the thoughts of grass and insects are sad.Sigh, it's spring clothes, and An Jian Yu winter clothes.

Heming Lao Yonghuan, picking lotus hurts Shimu.I read the king's side to travel far away, and I look forward to my concubine's liking.

——The Poem of Tamping Clothes by Liu Yun in the Southern Dynasties

I leaned on the railing to watch, and the travelers behind me were hurrying, and there were countless overlapping figures, forming black shadows on the stone road.The setting sun perched on the top of the mountain, and the afterglow passed through the willow branches and danced on the top of the waves. The faces of the passers-by who passed me were either bright red or dark, with bright colors.The waterwheel that has been running for thousands of years is standing quietly on the bank at this moment, and there is a kind of classical sadness in the silence.As an embellishment of this ancient city, before it fades out of the historical stage, it is like a dying old man, struggling to remember the lost youth and former glory.How is life?For example, the dew in the morning has a lot of bitterness in the past day.

I am on the Hongqiao, alone leaning on the railing.The ancient buildings of Yijiang River form a scene in a dream.I watched the boats sailing out of the bridge hole in front of the carved wooden window. The tourists on the boat were also watching the scenery on both sides of the Tuojiang River, and the people on the upper floors on the two banks were also watching the Hongqiao.Traffickers, pawns, tourists and village women, we each have our own concerns, but unintentionally become each other's scenery and decorate our dreams.Hongqiao is undoubtedly the best viewing spot. Every window is a frame for a painting. These paintings have a living soul and are breathtaking.The chairs woven with reeds are exquisite and elegant. Sit down for a rest, think about the past, or look at the beauty. If you are lucky, you may meet an old man selling tea, ask for a pot of tea, and savor the scenery of life.

At night, the alleys of the ancient city appear more blurred and deeper.The dark red lights on both sides of the street give people a sense of confusion, a hidden mystery, and slowly move forward with the desire to conquer.Perhaps the unknown scenery is the most alluring.Bars and teahouses of various colors stretch continuously.There was a handsome boy holding a guitar on the stage. His clean and mellow voice flowed through the alley, calming the restless hearts of passers-by and lighting up the night of the ancient city.

I walked through the ancient city, as if walking through ancient and modern dreams.My footsteps are shallow, but they are engraved into the old streets and alleys by time, leaving a long echo.Maybe, the ancient city is just an unintentional passing by for me, but in an instant, I fell in love with this city, regardless of Fengyue.There are countless encounters in life, but this one encounter has already been written into my life, which makes me miss it in the dark night, or ups and downs day and night, without knowing the way back.

I only love you at your best age

Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking very sad in the spring, and the sky is gloomy.In the grassy smoky afterglow, who is speechless will rely on it.

It is planned to drunken the madman, and sing to the wine, Qiang Le is still tasteless. The belt gradually widened and he didn't regret it.

——Song Liuyong "Butterfly Love Flowers Standing in a Dangerous Building and the Wind is Gentle"

The most beautiful scenery is on the road.If I hadn't met Phoenix, I don't think I would have such a joyful journey in this life.Strolling in the green mountains and green waters, and walking in the quaint town, I feel blissful and full of happiness.Thinking of the person I once loved, walking the bluestone road he walked, following the same steps, never thinking of turning back.

Yuanjiang and Phoenix have always been a lingering dream in my mind.This is where we walked together hand in hand.Here are the scenery you never forget, as well as your meticulous care and exhortation to me.I like the cat in your arms, listening to you quietly telling the past about Shen Congwen and Zhang Zhaohe.

At that time, Shen Congwen went to Fenghuang to visit his family in Yuanshui. During the day, he heard the Mayang people singing oar songs, "Come quickly if you want to come, don't suffer behind..." At night, facing the flickering candlelight, he wrote to Zhang Zhaohe: "Come and catch up in your dreams." Me, my boat is yellow, and the owner is from Taoyuan. Even though I came here from a dream, I walked westward along the small dike I drew. Although there are thousands of boats along the river, you will naturally recognize my boat. Yes, dogs don’t bite people here, so you don’t have to wake up in your dreams because of dogs…”

As you know, the Tuojiang River is different from all the rivers we have seen. As the mother river of Phoenix, she has a profound heritage, a long history, simple and quiet beauty, and has nothing to do with the world.Walking on the bluestone slabs, the eaves of the houses are covered with deep moss.I suddenly remembered the poem you sang on the riverside last time: "Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and straw shoes lightly beat horses. Who is afraid? A cloud of mist and rain will last your life." If you are in , I still want to listen to your singing, and take beautiful photos for me to freeze our joy.

Phoenix in rainy weather is the most beautiful, it must be your favorite.The misty river bank, the mirage-like ancient buildings, and every step you take in the old stone streets seem to be wandering in the classical cultural atmosphere.Stone bridge, inn, all the way forward along the small street, you will arrive at the most prosperous commercial street in Fenghuang, where there are endless tourists and various customs.

Ordinary people say: there is heaven above, and Suzhou and Hangzhou below.I had no objection at first, but now after the trip to Fenghuang Ancient City, I deeply feel that this sentence needs to be improved. It should be "There is heaven above, and Phoenix and Suzhou and Hangzhou below".Compared with Suzhou and Hangzhou, the beauty of Phoenix is ​​the most simple, with both rigidity and softness, and a calm handling of things, which has the feeling of "a paradise on earth".

If I love you, I will not sweet talk, nor will I be sensational, I will take you to Phoenix.Here, all friendship will be released in the purest form, all infatuation will be given the most formal crown, all dreams will be married to the sweetest reality, and all attachments will be watered into the most honest thoughts.Because this is Phoenix, where you walked, and this is a fairyland on earth. We have seen different flowing waters and sunsets hand in hand.

That year, we all had a dream to go to the most romantic village, do the most romantic things, see the most romantic scenery, and embrace the most romantic lover.Before coming to Fenghuang, I thought such thoughts were all vain; after enjoying the beautiful scenery of Fenghuang, I realized that such a dream was not groundless.If there is still a chance in this life, I will still hold your hand and stroll through the ancient town of Fenghuang. When I am tired, I will sit under the window full of roses and read an ancient love song for you.Let the flowing water of the Tuojiang River record my affectionate miss for you and write our love in this life.

In front of Shen Congwen's former residence, I lingered several times and did not go for a long time.In Mr. Shen's one-story building made of fire bricks, I seem to see traces of his past life.His posthumous ink, his posthumous manuscripts, and his love with Zhang Zhaohe, "I have walked bridges in many places, seen clouds many times, drank many kinds of wine, but only loved one person at the best age .”

It's like our love too.For a moment, I burst into tears.

(End of this chapter)