As long as my hair reaches my waist, marry me

Chapter 7
wait for my hair to reach my waist
Who puts the ice wheel in the sea and sky, feeling melancholy and divorced.Don't talk about divorce, but it's worth a good night and there will always be zero tears.

Only Bi Luo should meet again, that is this life.But in this life, when I first felt sad, I recalled Qing again.

——Picking Mulberries by Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty

It seems that that prosperous time has not gone far.On the west bank of Guitang, who is dancing lightly, and Yingge is melodious.Who tied up her long hair, full of affection, and crushed it into bright red lovesickness in the dark night of the moon, hanging all over the starry sky.In the dead of night, the lamps flickering in front of the screen.On Xue Tao's paper, there are lines of poems written by someone new, every word and every sentence is stained with red tears.

The most beautiful emotions in the world always come so carelessly and so naturally.Just looking at you, I forgot how to retreat.The crescent moon was curved that day, and the fragrance of flowers was long; that day you were romantic, presumptuous and deep.Earlobes and hair on the temples, warm words of love.Your slender fingers pass through my hair like the wind.How many fragrances of flowers have been collected by you, and how many affections have been brewed by the years.Just like this, I am willing to be conquered by you, and there is no way out.

"Xiao Xi is so abrupt, how long will I last for my love?" After you left, my gray hair grew wildly, and covered my shoulders overnight.They are like my thoughts, silent and continuous.The light and shadow in front of the window hang down, I don’t know if there is still the blue bird of the year, the ruler of that day, willing to pass the message for me thousands of miles.

Waiting for my long hair to reach my waist, how about a young man marrying me?
Waiting for you to straighten your blue hair and spread ten miles of red makeup, would you like to do that?

But he is afraid of long hair reaching his waist, and the young man falls in love with others.

Waiting for you to straighten your blue hair, smile to see Jun Huai her smile.

——Anonymous

Who are you, the young man who misses day and night, dressed in white.My blue hair is scattered in the meager fleeting years, and the brilliance can be learned from.The world of mortals was tossed and turned, and I sighed again.When will we meet again, I want to tie up the blue silk, spread the red paper, and spread ten miles of red makeup for you.
Some people say that the time is quiet and good, and talk to you;The best commemoration is when I miss you, take a strand of blue hair and put it in the kit, every strand is bright and full of lovesickness.In this way, when you come back one day, I will gently wrap your hair around you, with pitch-black hair, every strand can reflect our light and simple time.

One, two, three, four, countless, the bag is full of blue silk.I saw those beautiful brilliance flickering and flowing on the hair, just like your tears.As if you were still by my side, whispering softly.Your ten fingers run through my hair, your slender hands slide down my waist...

Suddenly I want to tell you, wait for my long hair to reach my waist, you can return to your nest, tie your hair and thrush with me, have a good day. "Yi Xi doesn't comb her hair, her hair is draped over her shoulders, and she is on the lap of the gentle man, where is she not pitiful." The candle shadow turned red in fleeting years.I don't know, how many life and death will it take to get our reunion?I tie up my blue hair deeply, so that the memories of my previous life are deeply trapped.That beautiful jade hairpin is the top grade you obtained from Yu Qingcheng. For so many years, I have been carefully collecting it, and I am reluctant to play with it.On the hosta, those classic romances and lingering memories, like a piece of cool moonlight, have been reflecting on my body.Swinging away, it is a piece of flowers and a full moon, full of affection.This life is enough.

Why do you drift away, why do you have a small group; why are you separated for a long time, why are you restless.I hover under the midnight lights.The night is colder, the candles are crying, whose face is reflected in the Linghua mirror?Whose long hair is lacquered, and whose age is aging?

Beautiful family members like flowers, years like water, the past that can't go back, the youth and beauty that can't be kept.Tonight, I will bounce the pipa and send you a song "Meeting and Happy".When will we meet again and have a drink?The peach blossom song is over, the cup is deep and the wine is shallow, I will tie down the blue silk, not to ask the end of the song, the depth of the Hou family.Love is like wind, meaning is like smoke, and the pipa has passed a thousand years.I'm just waiting for you, waiting for your triumphant return, pull my long hair for three thousand.

long hair for you

Keep your long hair for you, and let it out for you to bundle.

The white satin thin shirt is light, ashamed to touch the dawn mirror.

The flower path under the curtain is deep and secluded.

Bow your head and think about your old friend, and go to the place where the grass is deep.

There used to be two shadows, but now the building is full of flowers.

Back then, Acacia was idle, but I never heard of folding willows.

I even listen to the sound of flute and swallow, and I will stain the towel with tears.

The breeze blows the skirt, and the jade steps are cold and dew.

Pull hair from the moan, long hair for the king.

——Anonymous

The world of mortals is lingering, and the world is full of joy

Tea is suitable for: nothing to do, good guests, sitting quietly, chanting, waving, wandering, sleeping, waking up, making offerings, jingshe, understanding, appreciating, literary children.Taboos: Irregularity, bad tools, host and guest not rhyme, harsh etiquette, mixed meat and meat, busyness, and many evil things on the desk between the walls.

——Ming Feng Kebin's "Scale Tea Note"

It was already midnight when the mountain temple returned.The alleys are deep and deserted.The moonlight flows quietly in the courtyard, the broken shadows of the parasol trees, and the mottled spots scattered all over the ground.In the crevice of time, rush to the bright light of the West Lake.Fragrant tea is a good product specially brought by Xiaoqian's sister from Jiangnan. It is mellow, authentic, and has a deeply affectionate taste.

Wash the cup, drop the tea, brew the tea, and watch the pieces of tender buds roll up and down in the water.My heart also followed the ups and downs, as if I was outside the soft red. "Before tasting the nectar, first smell the wonderful fragrance of the sage", probably speaking of this kind of state.

The ancients said, "The quiet hall is deep in the daytime, and the breeze suddenly comes to be a good companion; the empty window is bright at night, and the bright moon does not diminish the old man." Swirling thinly through my hair.

I sipped the tea and held my breath.In a trance, there is a faint sound of silk and bamboo in the eardrums, accompanied by ethereal petals, dancing in the wind.Falling flowers become poems, and brushes become paintings.It seems that someone is playing a prelude to high mountains and flowing water in the deserted mountains and forests.In the ethereal and melodious piano music, in the beautiful dance of moonlight, it seems that there are lotus blossoms dancing gracefully.

My heart was suddenly stunned.The soul seems to have come out of its shell.

In Buddhist scriptures, the lotus has always been a symbol of wisdom and enlightenment. The "Infinite Life Sutra" says: "It is the Bodhisattva (Guanyin Bodhisattva) who thinks rightly. In all sentient beings, there is this enlightened lotus flower, and the pure world is not stained with troubles." The fragrant lotus, the clean leaves, and the petals on the emerald canopy with different shades and bright shades.One, two, big and lingering.At that moment, my willful and elegant heart finally couldn't escape this lotus's joy and entanglement, and could only bear such a happy face of knowing and cherishing each other.

The sound of the piano is melodious.In a trance, everything around me seemed to disappear.

The whole field is bright and clean.Only the white moonlight is lightly sprinkled on the lotus leaves of Tiantian, whirling out a piece of coolness in the world.The lotus that came out of the water was intoxicated in the evening wind, like a married bride.I know that Qing's clothes are the most delicate makeup in early summer.The suona and the ceremonial guards that greet you are stopping on the flower-blossoming Mo.Occasionally, there are fireflies, and the flowing light dances into a dream of the past.In Li Yu's scrolls and in Zhou Dunyi's pond, there are unforgettable records.

As the evening wind blows, the sound of the piano seems to be flowing from my fingertips, gracefully turning into flowers.You said that it is a different kind of romance that the lotus blooms in the south of the Yangtze River.For so many years, the wind and the moon have been tossed and turned, and at the end of Qingping, how can you live up to the youth and the marriage of three lives.

Ask the son where he is going now, and pick Jiangnan lotus.

Three thousand miles to the west of Liaoning, there is no marriage if you want to send.

May you come back early, and this lotus is fresh.

——Plucking Lotuses by Wu Jun in the Southern Dynasties

Listening to your quiet talk, I unconsciously nodded and smiled.It's like an old friend who reunites suddenly after being separated for many years.Don't have a piece of joy that fills your heart.The flowers are blooming, and the ripples continue.

Feng Kebin of the Ming Dynasty said in "Gun Tea Notes": "Tea is suitable for: nothing, good guests, sitting quietly, chanting, waving, wandering, sleeping, waking up, clearing, jingshe, knowing, appreciating, Wen Tong. Taboos: Irregularity, bad utensils, no rhyme between subject and object." Brew, put a cup.Classical piano music, lingering breath, in the mind, the light and shadow under the emerald green cover are still drooping, like the poems of flowing water in the Book of Songs, unconsciously teaching people to be old in the past.

I remember that day in the Jingxin Garden, sister Xiaoqian said, Suxin is like a stick, and I in the previous life was also a classical lotus, gracefully in the south of the Yangtze River.I held the incense and said nothing, covered my sleeves and smiled.Everything is clear, and the boundless world, this friendship of knowing and cherishing each other, is more often an inseparable yearning.It seems to be soaked in the smoke, clouds, wind and rain of the years, and it seems to be separated by misty water mist, which is always separated and never disappears, like silk, long and long.

Jiang Yan of the Southern and Northern Dynasties said in "The Poetry of Cailing", "In autumn, the heart is beautiful, and fresh water looks at the blue lotus. Purple water chestnuts can also be picked, try to relieve the year of sorrow. Under the uneven leaves, there are hundreds of streams before. Gaocai It overflows through the gullies, and the fragrance is beautiful in Guangchuan. Sing out the song of Zhao Nu, and dance into the strings of the south of the Yangtze River.” At this moment, sitting quietly in a corner of time, I suddenly recalled those poems related to lotus, as well as the behavior and speech of Xiaoqian’s sister. , this alluring lotus also has a stunning face.The peonies in Luoyang are not the same, the peach blossoms in Daming Temple are not as good, and even the camellia from Prince Duan's family in Dali has never been able to compare with it.Although they are equally charming and elegant, they have never had even one tenth of Lian's charm and temperament-quiet, profound, and graceful.

There are thousands of scenery and thousands of flowers in the world. After seeing and admiring, there will be a flower in my heart.In this life, I can get a lotus, understand me, cherish me, hairpin in my hair, filled in my heart, the fragrance is far away and clear, without vines or branches, I can have no regrets.

The front edge is like a dream, drunk for a thousand years

The moon is cold and the dragon sand is cold, the dust is clear and the tiger is falling. This year, it was bestowed at the beginning of the Han Dynasty.Newly revisit Hu's trilogy, and listen to Yuan Rong's songs in the felt curtain.The floors are high.Look at the sill, the song is yinghong, and the eaves and teeth are flying green.The people are beautiful, the fragrance of powder blows down, and the night is cold and windy.

There should be poets here, who hold Suyun and Yellow Cranes, and play games with you.Staring at the jade ladder for a long time, sighing that the grass is luxuriant for thousands of miles.End of the world sentiment.Fighting wine to purify worries, spending heroic energy.Outside the West Mountain, it is still rolling when you come late, and there is a curtain of autumn.

—— Song Jiang Kui's "Cui Lou Yin"

That night, you said, you are the ship, and I am the ferry you dock at.

So, throughout the night, there was a white sail in my mind, constantly rolling.It has come all the way from the distant prehistoric era, from the aftertaste of Tang Feng and Song Yu.Like a lotus flower, it flourished in that youthful season.Is it from the end of the world that there is a sound of oars in the green landscape; or is it the bank of the Luopu River where "Xiu Xun and flying mallards, erratic like gods, lingering waves and dusty socks"?Throughout the spring, my mind is full of continuous banks of willows and endless changes of long and short pavilions.There are endless willow colors beckoning sails.

I don't know when it started, I got used to holding a bunch of long scrolls, and in the curling clear sound, I came to the ferry full of ancient rhymes, played the piano and drank the water, and looked for thousands of years.At that time, were you at the end of the spring mountain, or at the end of the spring water, playing the piano and listening to the water, frowning lightly?
You are the green lotus in front of the Buddha, pure and elegant.You have lived above the clear water since the previous life, no one can see your youth, the essence of the sun and the moon, condensed into your tenderness and elegance in this life, but it also makes me elusive.I keep praying every day, waiting year after year, waiting for you and me to spread outside the ancient ferry of clear water.

The phases of the sun and the moon change secretly for others, and people on the river hold their hands to watch.

Liu Lang went to Ajiao to stay here, and hoped that the king would return on the Wangchuan River.

—— "Forget River"

Autumn goes to spring, flowers bloom and snow falls.I am at the ancient ferry, waiting for another 1000 years.The cold wind froze into a deep sneer at the corner of my mouth, and the prosperity of the four seasons was constantly falling under the iron heel of the years.Will you take a look at me?Don't let your eyes get blurred, I call out over and over again from the bottom of my heart.The plum blossoms by the lake fall and bloom again, petal after petal, covering my eyes looking at you.

From the moment I look at you, I have a different sail in my heart.It has been floating for thousands of years in the vast clear water, in the divine light of reeds and moonlight.It comes from the elegant rhyme of poetry, it comes from the blooming of lotus flowers one after another, it carries you and keeps moving towards me.There are plain lotus flowers on both sides of it, and distant Sanskrit sounds are adorned at the stern.The cool breeze blows in all seasons, like an ancient ballad.

Thousands of years of wind and rain are no longer important. I stood at the ferry of the Mei Foreign Chang Pavilion as a weather vane for looking into the distance.The white clothes are ostentatious banners, and the long sword plays a fiery call.I linger on the road looking for you time and time again, my back is full of painful misses, just because of that boat, your face is reflected in my eyes.

The lake water reflects my face, from black hair to white hair, from a young girl to an old man.Above the clear water, there seems to be a flower spirit dancing in the ethereal.She dances in the brilliance of the moon, and bounces the harp in the fragrance of Qinglian.At that time, my heart was peaceful, like a ferry shrouded in moonlight.

In the old days of the ferry, there was a similar story. Is the girl playing the harp also 16 years old, or is it that girl who I wait for every day?The blush of her cheeks, the idle clouds between her brows, the soft words in her eyes, the poems stained with the fragrance of ink, and the breeze between the masts have been gone for thousands of years.

Throughout the spring, I sat quietly like a Buddha in the mountains of Chunshan, beside the lotus lake.I quietly watched those petals gestate, bud, and bloom, and the infinite warmth overflowed from the bottom of my heart.Imagine you walking slowly from the Mee of Spring Mountain.It should be a spring afternoon, that is our most beautiful encounter.Sujie's face and clear eyes are like a smiling lotus out of water.

(End of this chapter)