As long as my hair reaches my waist, marry me

Chapter 5
Those days that are as quiet and beautiful as peach blossoms
Since spring has come, miserable green and red, it is possible to have a heart.In the sun, the flower shoots, the warbler wears willow belts, still lying under the fragrant quilt.Warm crisp disappears, greasy clouds.Tired of combing and wrapping all day long.No that!Once the hatred is gone, there will be no audio books.

If I knew it earlier, I regretted not locking the carved saddle.Xiang Jichuang, only with Man Jian Xiang Guan, restrained teaching and reciting lessons.Follow the town, don't throw away.Needlework is idle, and I sit with Iraq.and I, lest youth be wasted.

—— Song Liu Yong's "Fixing the Storm"

Whenever night falls, I always think of those days that are as quiet and beautiful as peach blossoms.

At that time, I was holding a bright smile in my hand, waiting for the intersection you must pass in the spring.I was wearing a light shirt, and I walked by the lakeside where the reeds were blooming behind the peach blossom forest.Birds fly away, and after a crisp horseshoe, you in crimson neon clothes, swaying your round fan, come from the spring evening field.

Eye waves flow, mood tactfully.At that time, we were under Taohuaxi, cultivating words and sorting out love affairs.I took the plow and leaned against the skinny horse.With the flower hoe you are carrying, Daiyu buried the peach blossoms of that year in the Grand View Garden.The spring breeze blows open the willows, and swallows fly over the fence.Those thoughts that have been hidden for a whole spring will sprout in this season.

On the shore of the water, the rows of uneven and slanted things are love words; at the end of the sky, the lush ridges and ridges are whispers; your whispering in my ear is a huge flower. peach blossom.She hangs brightly on the branches, and she floats drunkenly in the wind.She has planted our karma among the three thousand sentient beings.

In that season when the trees are green and the flowers are white, you cultivated a bright peach blossom in my weak heart.It was a persistent Gu, it easily pierced my skin, turned into blood, and penetrated into my humble soul.

Those days that are as quiet and beautiful as peach blossoms have always been the result of our hard work.It has always been hidden in the depths of my memory, just like at dusk, I looked up at the returning birds in the sky, their white wings slipped through the dusk and returned to nothingness.But there is always a nostalgia of refuge, which has been deeply branded in my heart.

When the peach blossoms are flying, in your gentle scene, my heart is also a beautiful white bird that can fly high.As far as your eyes can see, it glides lightly, like peach blossoms, one after another, radiant and brocade, like the depth of spring in the sea.It ushered in the morning glow, and also sent away the sunset. After the day and night, it is brewing for a long time.No matter how it flies, the place where it goes and stays is always Jiangzuo where you are.

In that age when the reeds were green, you were always the brightest and most gorgeous peach blossom in the middle of my water.Your autumn water is full, and your distant mountains are soft and slender. Whenever I look at it, it is enough to drown all my joys and sorrows.

In the days when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, we copied the picture scrolls of Jiangnan one after another together.In the season of fireworks in March, two sparse figures in light shirts and thin horses wander generously on the bank of Yangliu Yiyi's river; when the green plums are like beans and catkins are flying all over the city, they quietly walk through the moss-spotted alleys together; Outside the ancient pavilion, a graceful and elegant woman looked at the returning boat in the sky several times in the setting sun.Someone parked at the blue raft in the depths of the fresh green, and raised his water sleeves.She also burst out the cherry blossoms and relaxed her brows.In the wind of falling flowers, a song of warblers is loud and clear, which draws us many steps to explore the bright spring scenery behind the shade of willows.

Is it the handsome young man flying the paper kite, in the blue and white solemnity, piercing the sleeping sky with a crisp ripple;Her slender jade fingers slid across like running water, and some light notes jumped up above the clear water and behind Liu Yin, flowing in the clouds and flowing water, as wonderful as the sound of nature.

Outside the railings of the waterside pavilion, sandalwood incense curls up, peach blossom poems, Xiao Lang in white clothes, how many love affairs are opened and closed by the wind.It seems that the boat lady is singing, "It turns out that there are so many blooming purples and reds, but it seems like this is all ruined"...

I walked past the sparsely fenced fields and houses shaded by peach blossoms yesterday.Your new peach blossom makeup has become popular in small towns in the south of the Yangtze River.

On the Lanzhou, someone was putting on makeup in front of the mirror.In front of the Qi window, there are also people who are relaxing.That flawless color is lovely.Where is that beauty, the peach blossoms you planted faintly come through.That is the taste of love. After years of experience and the influence of words, they are as gorgeous as spring flowers, as pure as summer lotus, and as clear as autumn moon.

They bloom in loneliness and come from another life.Now Xiaohan is light, and the morning is bright, and I walk by alone.The peach blossoms are still there, but the pool and pavilion are empty.The remnant red fluttering in the wind, is it a white bird with broken wings, or a small boat that forgot to return home, lying on the ferry in the past?Can't see your sweet posture in the haze, who wrote a new peach blossom note, which fell on the pavilion deep in the bamboo forest?

Flowers are silent, peaches and plums confess.I long to be able to stay out of the world of mortals and not touch a trace of dust in the world.After waking up from a dream, it will be the quiet and beautiful era when we used to be full of peach blossoms.

Acacia Maple Leaf Dan
One layer of mountains, two layers of mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the sky is high, and the water is cold.

The Ju flowers are blooming, and the Ju flowers are remnant.

——Long Lovesickness by Nan Tang·Li Yu

The maple leaves are like red, lighting up the whole September.

The flames of one tree after another exploded in the wilderness, in the Ximei, and in the mountain stream.When traveling in this mountain, it is the best thing to give your body and mind to nature.Stay in the green mountains and green waters, pour your singing and shouting in the depths of the blue sky and at the end of the white clouds. The feelings in this, intentionally or unintentionally, are far away from Wan'er's pen names, the lightness, whiteness and etherealness contained in the pen names. The fit is just like Zhimo meeting Xiaoman, so gorgeous and ironic, rendering another graceful world.

There are vines in the wild, with zero dew.There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful.

—— "The Book of Songs · National Style · Zheng Feng · Wild Grass"

It is Wan'er, the woman you met unexpectedly in the morning on the outskirts of the field.In the season when the white dew is frost, she, who is on the top of the cardamom, walks on the small road in the wild. Her body loses the smoke and fire of the world, and gradually has the fairy posture of Lingbo micro-steps, more light and more dusty.

She is a cloud in the sky, falling among the reeds, falling in the morning wind, there is a smell that makes people's lips and teeth sweet, unbearable to hold.At that time, she was still a fanciful woman, she walked through the wilderness of reeds on foot, she stood with her eyes fixed on her eyes, looking up at the sky.At that time the sky was very high, and the clouds were very light at that time.

That's when I met Wan'er.It was summer, with white clouds blooming in the blue sky, plantains dripping green outside the window, and the sound of frogs intermittently approaching dusk.It was a woman with a dream as white as a cloud. She even said shyly that I was the green shirt she wrote, with clear eyes like water, green eyebrows that grew into the temples, and a sleeve full of breeze, eyes full of tenderness. Just stood in front of her.

Thinking of those words is like flying a kite, and my thoughts fly far and far away.It was also at that time that I learned to gaze at the blue sky and let the white clouds carry my dreams far and far.

Good piano, good tea, good books, love Chinese medicine, beauty and classics, live the world in a leisurely way, as quiet as a lotus.

That was probably the age when her heart was the softest, and she wrote the romance of the Tang and Song Dynasties, the fragrance of the south of the Yangtze River, and the flute and rain on the river boats into light yellow and peach red.At that time, she invited me to go to the south of the Yangtze River, to cook tea and rain, to write poems about plum blossoms, to look for the winding river; to look for the lilac rain alley paved with bluestone slabs; The path where the grass grows shallow; look for the bunch of pink-faced peach blossoms placed in the window couplet celadon at will...

At that time, Wan'er was like white clouds floating in the sky, very "classical", delicate, sentimental, and fragile. She was held under a green lamp and painted on rice paper. She could only enjoy reading quietly, but did not dare to Recite aloud, for fear that one accident will wake up and break the woman in the West Chamber who was listening to the piano that month.

Maybe, when you meet someone, you will smile and feel sad.

Just like encountering a cloud while hiking in the mountains, no matter how violent or worldly people are, they will suddenly become peaceful and diluted.Wan'er is such a woman, in front of her, no matter how turbulent the turbulence is, it will gradually calm down, from rivers, streams, to mountain springs.Her smile, like a white cloud, is pure and warm, just looking at it can make people feel warm.

Wan'er just floats in the air, and when people look at it, they can feel a warm cloud in their hearts.There is Bing Xin's lyrical article "A Cloud in Yungang", followed by Xu Zhimo's "I wave my hand, I will not take a cloud away".Yes.Wan'er can't be taken away, she can only stay in the center of your lake, floating so warmly, let you look at it when you are full of ambition, and you will be calm; let you look at it when you are depressed, and you can make a comeback.Some people say that my hometown is where my heart is at ease.I was thinking, deep in the white clouds, is it our second hometown that can breed warmth?

One spring is the flowering season of one spring, one autumn is the years of one autumn, and one step is one step away.Gazing at the white clouds in the long sky, there is still a touch of lightness and whiteness to me. After staring for a long time, my body and mind seem to float lightly, swaying up with the wind, floating on the high sky, overlooking the place where Waner is passing, even Seeing her white clothes, she smiled like an angel.

Thinking quietly like this, the mountains disappeared, the trees disappeared, and the world no longer existed. I just felt that the cloud was me, and I was the cloud.

One layer of mountains, two layers of mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the sky is high, and the water is cold.

The Ju flowers are blooming, and the Ju flowers are remnant.

——Long Lovesickness by Nan Tang·Li Yu

Looking at those maple leaves burning like fire, I thought of those turbulent past, those days when the wind was clear and the clouds were calm, those joyous songs scattered in the mountains, and those whispers left under the moon.I originally thought that only those strong and mellow emotions would leave the deepest imprint in my heart.At this moment, I found that those most ordinary misses have been lingering in my heart all the time, never leaving for a moment.

Where do we come from?Where are you going again?It doesn't seem to matter anymore.Here, all doubts and expectations are meaningless.When missing becomes a habit, all clouds will project expectations.

Perhaps, after great love, everything will return to normal.It is as light and leisurely as a cloud, but it lasts forever and remains unchanged for thousands of years.

A curtain of wind and moon leisure
One journey through the mountains, one journey through the water, and walk towards the bank of Yuguan.Thousands of tent lights late at night.

The wind changes, the snow changes, and the dreams of the hometown are broken.There is no such sound in the hometown.

——Nalan Xingde, Qing Dynasty, "Long Lovesickness"

At the beginning of the next month, the curtain is drawn.

She stood quietly on the high hill, like a lilac, exuding the fragrance of the young in August.

(End of this chapter)