As long as my hair reaches my waist, marry me

Chapter 6
It is the memory that disappeared many years ago, but it is still clear.The woman outside the attic who is intoxicated by the moonlight and plays her heart song over and over again has slender jade fingers that can be gently rubbed and picked slowly.With her graceful pipa, in the long desert of Changsha, the wine glass that made me lose weight day by day, broke through the embankment of Tang and Song rhymes, and passed through the city built by longing and waiting. In the crescent moonlight, I forgot where the cape is, Where is the end of the world.

I rode my horse through the setting sun beyond the Great Wall, the season of rolling yellow sand.With ardent expectations, I drifted along the river to the distance.I look forward to meeting that beautiful woman wearing a ring on horseback in the wilderness in August.

The battle flag is as scarlet as blood, and the lamb is as white as a cloud.At that time, the wind on the prairie blew across my chest, and the singing of the Matouqin was melodious.I want to drink a cup of fine wine that misses the roasted grains, and I will drink it with her under the bright moon outside the tent.

August on the grassland is clear and bright.She was on the left side of the moonlight, with melancholy eyes and a shy smile, she secretly opened a gap in my heart.Since then, whenever the moonlight rises, my soft heart will be tangled into a wonderful gesture, and she will condense inexplicable emotions into longing and wishful thinking.Over time, the place where I miss the fermented grains turned into an indelible cinnabar mole, dyed rose red, as fragrant as the cloves in August.

Those memories full of clove powder often take me back to my hometown in dreams when I faint.At that time, accompanied by the sound of the zither on the plain strings, there was also an eagle rising on the grassland.

The sound of the piano is gurgling.The melody is as clear as flowing water, as if the first encounter.

The lilacs in August dyed the sky of the prairie fragrant.The waning moon bending over the Tianshan Mountains became brighter for no reason, and the aftermath of the zither sound swayed away for no reason.Like a long-prepared bud, just waiting for the moment when the spring breeze comes.The years on the saddle are like floating clouds in the sky, and the sound of her piano fascinates me, like pieces of peach blossoms, flying up and down like bird feathers.

I often fly in her singing, the vast grassland, the boundless sky, the dream that is gradually approaching in August.

She sang for me an exodus, in that forgotten ancient language; with her beautiful vibrato, she softly called out, the great rivers and mountains in my heart.The singing sound filtered through my chest like moonlight.Darhan Banner and Meilingada, when will they arrive.Fortified in the old place in the desert, someone dressed neatly, sitting under the huge lilac tree, playing wind-like tunes.

All the men were concentrating and holding their breath, her kindness, one look, took away all eyes, and fixed everything in the night of August.

That flowery girl, she didn't speak, she just lowered her head and twitched.Those notes are crisp and mellow, flowing like a spring, like jade beads falling on a plate, with infinite reverie.The moonlight reflected her in the middle of the water, and she was the green reed that bloomed in the middle of the water.Her cheeks were snow-white, and a strand of long hair fluttered in the wind.Her eyebrows are gentle, and she stands still.As the lazy clothes gradually widen, a few strands of blue silk are coiled.Her clear and transparent body dyes my yearning into bright red yearning, just like the lilac tree she picks up when I pass by the dam, even after many years, I can count the blooming flowers on the branches .

Xiaoyue falls, Su Yunwei, speechless leaning on the pillow.Dreaming back to the fragrant grass and thinking about Yiyi, the sound of wild geese is rare in the sky.

The crowing orioles are scattered, the remaining flowers are in disorder, and the lonely painting hall is deep in the courtyard.Pianhongxiu swept away from Yi, and left it to the dancers to return.

——Nantang·Li Yu's "Happy Qianying"

The maple leaves are red, the chrysanthemums are blooming, and the days and nights on the horseback just go back and forth.

That piece of moonlight woven a dream-like longing for me.It has breathed new life into my journey.I want to tangle a knot for myself. I stand under the desert of Tianshan Mountain, using the west wind and white horse, to review the time difference that has passed for thousands of years.I kept looking for gaps in the mediocre rhythm of the lyrics, saffron, polygala, rhodiola, they described her singing as a bit of green and red in the desert, and they also drew my eyes to a more distant place sky.

Gongshangjiao Zhengyu started from the softest place in his heart.Waiting for all the smoke and clouds to dissipate, after the flowers and the moon have passed, I want to search all the flowers in the world, I want to pick up a unique posture, and cast it into the red bean that misses her with the bright moon of Tianshan and the holy water of Mo Xie's sword.I want to capture the most charming moonlight on the desert, describe a touch of distant mountains for her, reflect her gentle eyes on my face, and make the country and the city beautiful.When the solitary smoke of the desert rises, I will wrap her tender baby with the body of a lotus root in a thin blue robe.Ride through the world of mortals and turmoil, through deserts and city walls, and grow old slowly in the passage of time.Let it age the Tianshan Mountains and dry up the Tarim River.

The moon climbed up the hill, and that beautiful girl, with her beautiful singing voice, summoned my horseshoes passing over the world of mortals and thousands of mountains.

I keep searching, worshiping, and even use a special way to make my heart enchanted.I want to use up all my strength to accompany her in a cold season, warming a pot of old wine, laughing and talking about the ashes of Hulu, and watching the snowflakes like flowers while drunk.Or drink the glass of wine called Zuishengmengde, leaning against her gently, waiting for the flowers on my street to bloom, waiting for my piece of slowly growing love.

The August moon rose in the sky.Whose love dyes the season red.

Love is like cinnabar, words become flowers

The words on the screen turn into flowers

Imagine your smile enchanting in the spring breeze

Red cherries, green plantains

The beauty woven by strings of happiness
Curved eyebrows, soft anger
that's you around me

there is laughter in the wind

Your singing is the warbler flying between the beams

Your smile is full of lilies
Love is the most beautiful dress you wear to me

I just fall for you at this moment

hug, smile

The wind is coquettish in my arms

rotation, corner

you run in my heart
Words fall like pear blossoms
You are the sun shining on the earth

Withdrew from the world, away from the troubles
You are the flower branch of my new hairpin
it's hope, it's laughter

Is the symbol of love flowing in the bottom of my heart
strings of text falling down
petals jumping one by one
how brilliant spring is

love is so warm
You are the cinnabar in my heart
You are the constant waiting for me all my life

Gardenias bloom
Gardenias bloom, every night is white

Who hangs the reminder on the branch
moss around the door

coquettish or shy, pharynx or cheerful

Knock dreams into black and white
Is it spring over there?
That green skirt lingers in the wind
under the faint moonlight

her eyes
Is it still in a fragrant posture

Gazing from east to west

Clouds on the blue sky gather on the treetops
When the wind blows, you will be generous
The whiteness that spills all over the place
I smell the flowers in the wind
i see your eyes with hyacinths

On my screen window a knot called

never leave the net
The clouds and clouds in the sky kept whispering

when i look up

There are countless thoughts wandering

The moment I bow my head
Your letterhead is bordered with something called

warm postmark

in my lonely light
easily slides over
that shallow sea

You are the catastrophe that I cannot escape in this life
Wearing robes and leading the red palace brocade, singing softly when Yingyu speaks.The blue crown holds the rhinoceros hairpin, and the phoenix shakes the gold with two steps.

The muscles and bones are fine and even, and the red jade is soft, and the face is slightly swaying.She is shy and refuses to get into the mandarin quilt, and the two are deeply affectionate in the blue cream.

——Tang He Ning "Linjiang Immortal"

Meeting you is the catastrophe of my life.In the season of sweet-scented osmanthus, you burned my girlish feelings.

Is it a lotus?Lead my soul into the palace of tranquility.From the tip of my memory, I plucked the peach blossom that has been worn for more than [-] years. With the abundance, warmth and freshness of the years, I rendered you and copied you.I want to take the crooked bright moon as the Xuan, and the round and jade-run Xiaoling as the spectrum, and use my long black and long hair to keep rubbing and teasing.I want to compose a hymn for you that spans ancient and modern times with the fresh fragrance of a young girl and the undercurrent of emotion, and with my bright life.

Wan'er, Wan'er, you call me softly.My heart, it is easy to open a sky full of clouds.

I want to pull up the tall cloud for you, and what I can't stop pulling is my indulgent miss for you; thinking of your gentle call, Yunxia also blushes.As if there are a thousand butterflies standing still, ten thousand bees' favor, I want to burn for you, from spring to autumn, from autumn to spring, the longing, under the clear water and blue sky, sing the ups and downs of those ups and downs bonds of this world.

Hearing your gentle call, I kept jumping on the branches of spring.Withdrew from the girl's shyness and reserve, and I returned to the spring of my first love.The wings of the flying swallows brushed over the early clear stalks; the spring mud that built their nests exudes warmth in the sun.Hyacinths, wild lilies and phalaenopsis perform April's neon clothes and feather dance.

Brother, your horsewhip is not too fast or too slow.I turn my joy into looking up, and I turn my desire into singing.I want to use the most sincere heart of a young girl to wash off the dust on the horsewhip for you.The peach blossoms in the singing also became shy.It seems that they are the most beautiful brides in April.

Brother, you say, when I miss you, you just need to call softly, and you who are far away in the world will also appear.So every day and every night, I leaned on the floor drunk, wiped the silver with my hands, and burned out the red candles.Listen to the gentle breeze, the play of Xingzi, the attachment and murmur of Yunheyue.I suddenly had a shy blushing, and in the moving shadows of the moon was my low voice calling.Those notes, flying like kites, they fluctuate high and low, far and near, non-stop for a moment, flying lightly beside your horseshoe.

I really want to smoke a ray of incense for you, hold a paper and inkstone for you, and write about the love of my girl in the streamer; I really want to make a pot of tea for you, unfold the scrolls for you, and study those ancient and modern loves.I will use the silk handkerchief with my girlish fragrance to gently wipe away the rain, dew and wind and frost from your temples.The aster flowers you picked casually are on the tip of my hair.Simple and clean, just like your smile looking at me, your brows and eyes burning under the night.Let the hail flow under the moon, the dark fragrance surround the room, spare black clothes and hemp shoes, and listen to the fairy tales we embrace under the night.

You listen to my idiots, listen to my brotherly love for eighteen miles away; you see me dancing with long sleeves drunk, dancing with thousands of trees in the backyard of yushu; you pity me with crescent eyebrows and crooked eyebrows, bending between three mountains and two rivers; You regret that I am facing the water, and the flowers compete with the gods, and the gods also want to hug their eyebrows to their chests.You have beautiful green eyebrows, infinite love, as if my eyebrows are frowning for the first time, and the mountains and rivers are far away, and the blue sea is boundless.

At this moment, my mind is like a thousand knots, entangled and entangled.Call out softly: Brother, brother, you are my constant lover for the rest of my life.You are the face on my eyebrows, you are the pain on my earlobe, you are the autumn waves I can see through, you are the longing between my brows, you are the nectar that nourishes my heart, I want to use my heart Move the strings of the qin, blow the flute with your thoughts, and use the lingering sounds to form an orchid boat, cross the river bank of lovesickness, and with a smile, you have arrived in the south of the Yangtze River with you.

Fleeting years are like water, how many past events are like smoke.

Brother, brother, I am doomed to your catastrophe, and I cannot escape.

(End of this chapter)