As long as my hair reaches my waist, marry me

Chapter 2
The flowers bloom slowly, making people intoxicated.Only the full moon, only flowers bloom.He and she walked through the alley, and the moonlight shed orange-red light behind them.The tall phoenix tree seems to be missing the joyous singing and wine cups in the fragrant and soft red dust.Whoever sings again plays the flute, and the red sleeves move in Yangliu upstairs.She leaned on him, and easily imprinted Chanjuan on his eyebrows and heart, with a tenderness like water; The bright moon shakes down into a curtain of deep dreams.

May I ask who is the beauty of spring?Thousands of silk willows and emerald smoke are deep.

——Tang Xuetao, "Meeting and Presenting with Secretary Li at the Table"

She has long sleeves and is good at dancing, dancing the wind and rain in the south of the Yangtze River;There are green plums in Qiantang, and white dew in Shanghai; there are green clouds and small pavilions, weeping willows and orchid boats, where the lights and smoke are smoky, shaking off the jealousy of the public, occupying the charm of the small garden.

The red candle was burning high, and when the moon was on the screen window, she relaxed her crescent eyebrows, and plucked the strings in his heart with her slender fingers. The sweet feeling was near and far away, spreading like spring water; Affecting her joys and sorrows of parting, the flower fragrance of love is infinitely grand under the night.Who is watching this shadow, who is presenting this scene?He illuminated the spring in her heart, and she awakened his sleeping love.

The moon shines on the flowers and shadows for thousands of years, and the joyful songs shake the water and clouds.

The singing beauty did not go far away, and the spring drove out the beauty of the city on the embankment of the Pujiang River.

The beauty who sang under that month, she has temperament, and her temperament at the moment has the fragrance of wet orchids in the mountains.When she came, the clear streams and springs all over the mountains began to sing and sing, and the clouds all over the sky began to cheer.When the wind is gentle, it means that the beautiful woman is frowning lightly; when the clouds are flourishing, it means that the beautiful woman is washing her wedding dress.

Her singing disturbed my mood.Throughout the summer, I turned the world upside down, and I saw a lot of love, engraved with a word called "forever".I saw the woman in the water-red singlet, quietly looking at the peach blossoms.I watched her use the colorful messy red to dye the fragrance of the horseshoe that is gradually returning from far and near...

I am looking forward to that period marked with tenderness and entanglement sweetness.That period of red cherries and green plantains.She and him are waiting for time and love to grow old together, and they will never get tired of seeing each other after the twists and turns.

At that time, they cuddled with each other in soft words, talked about lovesickness, and choked and speechless with tears streaming down thousands of lines.The cloud is the witness of the bright and beautiful, the rosy clouds are the neon clothes woven with love and tenderness, the breeze is the singing I invite for them, the bright moon is the high candle I light for them, the woman who dresses up against the green mountains and clear waters, in the phoenix together Mingzhong, slowly walking towards the palace, the red carpet behind him burned the sky crimson...

The fate that passed by with a smile left her and him in the depths of time.On the embankment of the Pujiang River, where the wind and the water are blowing, those scattered pasts and blurred love finally swim across the mountains and rivers and look far away, and Nirvana's memories of the day and night.Their stories, closed as a volume of poetry and opened as a movement, spread and grew wildly like weeds on the words stained with ancient rhymes.

"There are beauties in the north, who are peerless and independent. Once you look at the city, then you look at the country. Would you rather not know the city and the country? Beautiful women are hard to come by!" Her singing made me heartbroken, and the moonlight slanted down the west chamber.

There are horseshoes approaching from far away, through the screen window...

You are the green shirt under my pen
Who is the owner of the garden in sunny day and spring?The warm rhythm is latently reminding, the valley is peaceful, the oriole is dancing, and the fragrant tree is at first glance.Watching the dew wet strands of gold clothes, the leaves reflect like a reed.When the dawn comes, the branches are slender, and it seems to whisper the heart and deep meaning.

There is no basis for the warm smoke to come out at once, and then go while the bee is swimming.Unrestrained traces, calling each other in twos, and finally singing in the fog and dancing in the wind.When the willows in the garden were in the depths of the flowers in the other hall, at this time the petrels were partial, and they all took the time and time.

——Song Liuyong's "Yellow Yinger"

Qi window, painting screen.The bright moon slanting across the west chamber shakes the scattered clear shadows in the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, and the gentleness of the ground spreads like water. Those tiny silvery whites are shimmering like pairs of clear water eyes. A look of bliss overflowing.Whose figure is that, near and far away, with overwhelming warmth, surrounding me and making me feel like a fairy.

I don't know, whether it is the fragrance of flowers in the wind or the moonlight in the atrium, it is so easy to expose my thoughts, like flowers, budding; like green lotus, clean and unblemished...

I really want to use a warm vocabulary to describe your affectionate love.

I really want to use an affectionate look to stay in the tenderness of your looking back.

I really want to exchange an intoxicating smile for your unchanging love and affection throughout my life.

I really want to use my waist-length hair to care about your tenderness for the rest of my life.

Then, I will use my water-like tenderness and deep-seated lovesickness to spend your inseparable life, and also spend all our days.

There are too many obsessions, circling in my mind.The small characters on the red paper are an indescribable romance.That outline bit by bit, the inscription of every word and every emotion, but you blur the figure that circles in front of my eyes?Is it the smiling Youlan, the suave Qingtong, or the romantic Shuzhu, swaying my sleepless nights?

At this moment, there are countless pets flying over like butterflies, surrounding me layer by layer. At this moment, I even feel that I have also turned into a butterfly, and I am lightly drunk with you among the flowers, with two shadows dancing...

I know that we will eventually be able to turn into butterflies, the most beautiful pair of butterflies in the world, hovering forever in the most tender and lingering world in the pure land of mortals.I seem to hear you calling me softly, the voice is low and lingering.My wings fluttered, but my heart was hit by tenderness in an instant.From then on, drunken, perverted, forever lost.

The moonlight outside the window is hazy, and those pale and desolate past will go with the wind, and will never return with the wind.Only the endless beauty and romance are still in full bloom.In this life, I would like to raise eyebrows with you just like this, and cuddle with you like this.Tonight, I will no longer care about the attics illuminated by the moonlight, and the frost will be completely stained;

Tonight, I just want to be the warmth in your palm, use my three thousand black hairs to entangle and fall in love with you; use my gentleness like water to pour into your heart.It turned into a willing sinking, into a vow to hold hands for a thousand years and never regret.I would like to accompany you on this journey, appreciate the beauty and ups and downs along the way, and share the sins and fate of three lives.Those worldly entanglements will quietly escape with a smile on each other.

I also deeply believe that our mutual acquaintance, acquaintance, and mutual understanding, as well as those agreements due to previous lives, will definitely walk with love in this life.We will all be walkers who keep our promises, with undiminished original intentions and undiminished piety.

Tonight, I leaned on the dressing table again, and the candle shadows on the table were red, as if our lush and fragrant past was constantly emerging.There is a gentle breeze, like a messenger visiting flowers, walking slowly among the branches and leaves.The fragrance of flowers is dense, and the shadows are faint.

For a moment, I seemed to see the young man in white clothes and horse again, waking up from a poem. I am in the courtyard of the white moon and clear wind...

The sound of the piano is melodious.The moonlight like water is flowing quietly.I know you haven't arrived yet.I am wearing clothes.I burn incense.I grind a touch of your favorite rouge incense.The shyness of Luqi is reflected in the bronze mirror, her blush is burning, and her zither is clear and clear. I don't know if she is like me, waiting for the young man who came on the moon?

Butterfly is the messenger who visits flowers, and zither is the contract we communicate with each other. I stretch my sleeves and pick and twist slowly. "Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an. Luowei cries in autumn at Jinjinglan, slightly frosty and sad, and the color is cold." I heard that the color of the bamboo mat tonight is warm, and the peonies on the screen have made affectionate lingering.

Who is at the fingertips to ignite love?Who is singing softly, longing for a long time and reminiscing about a long time?There are many petals, butterflies fluttering, and who has become the messenger of the flowers, coming and going in a hurry, and greet each other from ten miles away.Who saw it from afar, that young master in white clothes and white horse, handsome and unrestrained!

The sound of the piano is curling up, and I seem to see that the young man in white is walking slowly among the shade of flowers.He was moved by the sound of the piano, and he followed the steps and listened carefully; his wind was graceful, and the jade tree was facing the wind; his eyebrows were picturesque, as gentle as jade.The moonlight at that time was just right, as clear as water; but it seemed like a dream, illusory and disillusioned.There are countless lingering around him, flying like butterflies.

You are the green shirt under my pen, the classics of Tang poetry and Song poetry, lingering the euphemism of falling flowers into the neck.

You are the young man in my dream, with bright and aboveboard poems, with a charming look in your eyes.

You are the love of my life, you enrich the humble fleeting years with your endless love and compassion.

The shadows of the flowers hang down, and the time flows outside the atrium.Those beautiful pasts are like flying Prajna, you bloomed a bright branch, bright and clean on the stalk of my memory, making me also a lotus facing the wind, dancing lightly in neon clothes.Let me also be intoxicated in the transformation of virtuality and reality, truth and illusion, without knowing the way back.

Tonight, I will pour a cup of sake and sit opposite you.The sound of the piano is graceful, and occasionally the flowers fall.That is the affection in the eyes of someone like water, with deep affection, flowing in the shade of flowers.Who is frowning and whispering, who is drinking lightly and getting drunk, and who is hand in hand with whom to see the brightness and fullness of the world.I see the clarity of your eyes, spotless.Just like the love between you and me, it washes away the glitz of the world, like glass, clear inside and out.

The moon is inclined to the west chamber, and the red note is not broken.Who wrote lovesickness poems, volume after volume.Who nods to me again, murmurs a night of carnival in whispers.I really want to ask you softly, tonight's thrush is deep and light, which can enter the king's eyes; waist-length hair, can it hold the king's pity?Who is that mood tactful, dodging shyly?As if when the eyebrows were lowered, the blue hair flew like a waterfall, and the unconcealable affection flowed easily and could not be restrained.

One day in the sky, ten thousand years on earth.Thinking of the past and the past, they all become clouds and smoke, and disappear in a blink of an eye.We don't need to care about and arrange the length of life, as long as we can be with you, even a minute and a second, it will last forever.The love is warm for three lives, and the flowers bloom for a season.I put my palms together and nod my head. In this life, I only hope to join hands with you to watch the long stream of fine water, the flying of two swallows, and the red and drunken sunset.

I will meet you in Jiangnan

The flowers of water, land and vegetation are very lovely.Tao Yuanming of Jin only loved chrysanthemum.Since Li Tang, the world is very love peony.Yu Du Ai lotus comes out of the mud without being stained, and it is clean and rippling without being demonic. It is straight in the middle and straight outside.

——Song·Zhou Dunyi's "Ai Lian Shuo"

The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and spring is waning.

In the Jiangnan of the ancient city, there is a drizzle and a cage of smoke. Whoever looks down in the world of mortals, the marriage of that day is like a dream and an illusion.

The fields are covered with emerald greens, and the orchid boats are contending for noise.In the south of the Yangtze River in July, at the crossing of Hengtang, the woman who came back from picking lotus has black and white eyebrows.

The orchid oars are lightly rippling, the skirts are flying, and the laughter falling on the riverside is like a brisk little order, tactful and clear; it is also like a pearl on a moonlit night, bright and crisp.The sound of cicadas fell, the sound of frogs rose, and He Lei in the pond held up the red torch, as if waiting, a grand story was staged.

How to make you meet me

At my most beautiful moment

For this
I have prayed to the Buddha for 500 years
Pray for the buddha to let us form a bond

Buddha turned me into a tree
Grow by the road you must pass by
——Xi Murong "A Flowering Tree"

The singing is in the clouds, slowly.Who came back from riding a horse, lightly twirled the green lotus, white-clothed and white-horse, with picturesque features?The willow outside the building, the willow under the boat, who looked at it from afar, with the red glow flying across the eyebrows?At that moment, who has hidden the thoughts of the whole spring, just like swallows under the eaves, among the willows in the spring breeze, they come out of their nests one after another?

Outside the parapet wall lined up with wine flags, there are long waterwheels and moss on the winding paths, a kind of ancient rhyme spreads like flowing clouds and flowing water.Therefore, I want to plant this picturesque country into the years of poetry and wine, so as to attract the joy of life and sing and dance with you.

Buddha said, one flower one world, one leaf one bodhi.Who planted our marriage among the three thousand sentient beings?Is it the lotus that comes out of the water, clean and untainted, outstanding, or the wind of that day, expressing love from ten miles away, singing exquisitely?

In that drizzle season, you walked across the south of the Yangtze River, and looked at me in the garden of the flowing water family on the side of the bank where the roses were blooming.The white robes, the green eyebrows, the peach blossoms behind you are in the painting, and the plum blossoms on the tree branches in the corner, together gracefully form a poem in my heart.Since then, let me sleepless nights.

How many times have I walked past the bank where you walked, and lingering outside the window where you stopped.That day, the roses were luxuriant and the flowers were in full bloom, as if someone's figure, as graceful as a fairy, faintly visible; and as if someone's smile was still lingering outside the Xuan window, affectionate and gentle.The wind blows the flags and flags, and the flowers are endless. I am ups and downs in the mottled past.It seems that time has not gone far, you are still in the lace, and I am still in the courtyard of that day.I cover my sleeves shyly, and you look forward affectionately.

Just this one glance planted a kind of Gu in my heart.A poison called longing began to take root, sprout, and grow endlessly in the sea of ​​my heart.From then on, day and night, like a shadow, lingering.

How many years have we spent together in the ancient city of Jiangnan and in Xitang where lotus picking.Mottled city walls, corrugated and silent; bluestone alleys, with poems written on oiled paper umbrellas; whose heart is ignited by the lotus swaying in the wind?
In the south of the Yangtze River where the spring is as deep as the sea, who and I have watched the long stream of water and the high sky and clear clouds?Who will enjoy the spring and autumn, the beautiful flowers and the full moon with me?
The pink flowers and leaves are in bloom, and the perfume of lotus air clothes comes up.

When the oar rings in the clear pool and sees the slanted collar, the two mandarin ducks also guess what is going on.

——Tang·Chen Quji "Plucking Lotus"

At the ferry where we meet, I want to go boating with you on a moonlit night and sing the song to Penglai.The wind tonight is as quiet as the moonlight, colorless and clean.Your breath, mellow and warm, spread wantonly in my ears.Whose long hair is loose in strands?

"When you see the slanted collar in the clear pool, the two mandarin ducks will also guess what is going on." Who is eavesdropping, who is peeking, is it the twin swallows by the lake, or the lotuses in the pool?I smelled the fragrance of flowers in the wind, with an intoxicating texture, which made me lose my resistance in an instant and fell willingly.

I am a blooming summer lotus

really wish

can you see me now
……

Now is the most beautiful moment

The heavy door is locked
after the sweet smile
Who knows what's on my mind
——Xi Murong's "Lotus' Mind"

Whose eyebrows are curved, like the waning and full moon in the west chamber, which makes people look desperate?Whose smile is like a flower, like a lotus branch in Xitang, with infinite romance?I remember the starry night; I remember, I also became a lotus blooming in your palm that night.

If you want to speak, you are ashamed, if you want to open, you hold back.No vines or branches, the fragrance is far away and clear.

The Sanskrit singing of the ancient temple is graceful outside the world of mortals. Who has been waiting all his life?The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, faintly seeping through, it is the taste of love, not a little bit of dust from the world.

I long to be at the ferry of the ancient city, in the south of the Yangtze River with small bridges and flowing water, holding hands with you again, watching the fragrance of Tinglan, watching the carp jumping in the waves, and then, in the breeze and bright moon, singing with hands and strings, also in your arms, Get drunk, don't worry or fear.

You are the picture scroll rendered by my pen and ink
You are the picture scroll rendered by my pen and ink,

Poetic and romantic;
Smart, changing in the softness of water.

You are the ballad of the sky, light and graceful,
Under the eaves of the mast, it spins low and loops back.

You are Lian, Cui Gai picked up the oil-paper umbrella,

Xiangyuan stands tall and slim.

You are the moonlight of the willow branches, and the love words are covered with the fence,
The wind is peeping quietly, and the Gita is singing far away.

You are inexplicable joy, spreading in the bottom of my heart,
Fresh and sweet.

You are delicate silk, soft as a baby,
Colorful blooms.

Peach red, pear white, that's your smile, you want to frown but hold back.

Feng Yang, Ye Zhan, that is your light dance rotation.

You are the Jiangnan in my dream,

It is a crane, soaring nine days.

——You are love, warmth, hope,
You are the picture scroll rendered by my pen and ink!

(End of this chapter)