As long as my hair reaches my waist, marry me

Chapter 8
I always imagine that when you come out of illusion, there will be white wings and gorgeous clouds on both sides of the boat.When you come to save me, you will definitely carry the faint fragrance of flowers.I opened the chaifei, one bamboo, one orchid, one plum, with knots, fragrance and bones, you will be full of joy if you are a man of gentlemen.With boundless joy, I hang the 360 ​​five thoughts written with tears every day on your neck attentively, and you gently nod your head gently.That is our holiest and most untouchable flower year.Encounters, acquaintances, and mutual acquaintances are so natural and so calm.

3000 years of waiting, in exchange for no regrets in this life.I am looking forward to, in the reflection of the lake and mountains, your bright red will illuminate my three-thousand-foot white hair.I am looking forward to your graceful demeanor lighting up my brows and eyes in the meandering of the Lanzhou snake.It was a unique scenery: the arch bridge bends into a bright moon, a warm wave pierces it from a distance, and the ripples sway.

Is it your warbler?Shake the ripples, swing away the fallen flowers in the mountains, and the blossoming lotus blooms brilliantly and leisurely.As if someone's smile, suddenly left, now right, now front, now back, infiltrated my whole body silently, beautiful and graceful, light and free.

You put down the penny, and the boat swayed towards me.Where the ripples are rippling, it vents into a grand ink painting, swaying the marriage that has been cultivated for thousands of years.Those thoughts that have been accumulated for centuries, those fleeting years that turned cherries red and plantains green, finally couldn't resist the deep affection at this moment.The feelings that are not easy to let go are stretched out at this moment, like a lotus spreading out petal by petal.There is the nectar of Zen, and the transcendent elegance penetrates into the bones.The time spread out in the palms of you and me, engraved there is a piece of lines that belong to us.

I don’t need to close my eyes or imagine, the fragrance of lotus has filled my heart, just like a hidden arrangement: at the ferry of Xieyang Ancient Road outside the city wall, everything is quiet and pure, and a thin man stands with a sword.He was carrying the eternal anticipation, and he kept looking up and down.Waiting from morning to evening, from spring to summer, until the end of the world, until the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten.He waited until the boat docked slowly in his eyes.

One after another lotus spread out all over the sky.There is a light boat coming meandering.

A Curtain of Flowers and Deep Shadows in Youmeng
There is one confidant in the world who can not hate.There are not only people, but also things.For example, the chrysanthemum takes Yuanming as its confidant; the plum takes Hejing as its confidant; the bamboo takes Ziyou as its confidant; the lotus takes Lianxi (Zhou Dunyi) as its confidant; Litchi takes Taizhen as confidants, tea takes Lu Tong and Lu Yu as confidants, and vanilla takes spirit as confidants... One and the same will never change.

——Qing Zhang Chao's "You Meng Ying"

You said, you are the soul of flowers and plums behind a curtain of dreams, and every ray of fragrance is engraved with the warmth and memory engraved in the previous life.That graceful and lingering beauty naturally infiltrates the elegance of Tang Feng and Song Yu, passing through those mountains and mountains, who will wait for a thousand years in this life, waiting for a reunion on a narrow road as scheduled?
Or, it was you who carried the nostalgia of the previous life and crossed the sea of ​​the previous life with great difficulty, just to realize the old dream of this life.The longing that has been entangled for thousands of years is only for a period of time in this life.It's just ah, it's just staying together in this world. In the day and night, the love is flat and weathered, and the old sinking can no longer be found.

I just want to escape from the confusion that disappeared behind the love. I can't see through the eyes of the past and the present, and I can't see through the original vows. What kind of cause and effect is there with today's betrayal?Who will write who in the heart?Who will smooth out the wrinkles on whose forehead with the gentleness of the fingertips?Who used those three thousand blue silks to caress my desolation?

Questioned again and again, silent again and again.It was in vain to make the fate of the world like a dream - mottled and fragmented.

Yiyi has no place to look for in her dreams. Once, whose spring and autumn were swayed by the flower shadows in the dream, whose eyes were decorated?Who else has the expectations of the previous life and the expectations of this life in their eyes, just like this blocking all the way to and from, leaving only the shadow of Qianxun?

is it you?In the deep night, I raised my eyebrows to ask each other, I refused to lift the black hair that had slipped from my eyebrows, I couldn't wait for the answer in my heart, and I still refused to throw away the love of my life just like that.Come and go.It's just a gathering and parting in a dream.Life is still moving forward irreversibly, and then moving forward.

No matter how long the dream is, there will be a time to wake up.The reunion under the moon and flowers before the flowers charms the sleepless waiting of this life.Looking far away from the mountains and rivers, just to see clearly whose heart is the fruit of the fate in my heart.Whose eyes is the melancholy that is entangled in my heart?lifetime?A generation?
The fate that passes by with a smile will eventually fall into the gradually blurred eyes.All the chaos turned into scabbed love in the end, no one can touch it, it is a cocoon when it is closed, and it is a wound when it is opened.

Who is the soul that is waiting in the window of your heart, that no longer wavers?I always ask hard in my heart, decades of staying together, but I can only see through a change of love in the world of mortals.Such a desolate writing with a sneer, hanging the years in front of the window indifferently, blocking the swaying flower shadows in the dream, and never seeing the reunion under the moon, dripping with endless regret.

Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, midnight comes, dawn goes.Come like a spring dream for a short time, go like a morning cloud with nowhere to look.

——Tang Bai Juyi "Flowers Are Not Flowers"

The fleeting years are like smoke, and those times that hang secretly in the stream of smoke, a black silk slips into someone's dream, and the sunshine in the eyes is brightly extinguished.In the sound of sighs, the flowers and shadows in the dream that have passed away in a hurry can only be found, nowhere to be found.

Youmeng is still awake at first glance, through the colorful dream shadows, watching you dance a neon dress lightly in the world of mortals, the flickering brilliance sneaks with sadness.The front of arrival may be the paradise in the dream.Have what you want forever and forever.Those predestined relationships that get old just once they say it once, feel a dull pain in my heart.

Reality and words, such a hard divergence, and the sharpness of the divergence, easily open the old creation.In the deeper night, what I turn a blind eye to is the face that has been guarding countless days and nights.What is tangled in my heart is that smile that I have never met before.

Between the brows and the heart, there is no plan to avoid, who is the deep affection unfolded from the words, which cages the thousands of twists and turns in this heart.

Leaning on the window and looking at it, in the darkening night, who else will raise a glass of sake with me and compose a new word with me through the words?I want to dance with you in the text, a love that is not perfect in the world, just like the moonlight, the chords lighten the breeze.Please dance with me, remove all the dust from your eyes, just want to see you as pure as before, where there is nothing but me.Only the little me hidden in your eyes.

Such a domineering and arrogant request is only because I only want a moment in your life, which belongs to me completely and is only mine.Please forgive my selfishness, please forgive me for being so capricious and demanding, is it okay, just for a moment?
Asking helplessly and desolately like this is the ghost in the old dream.I can only lower my head and see how much warmth is left in the reality under my feet?No, keep a home, keep the wall of the heart, no matter how much noise outside the city, it is already above the dust.And, ignore him.

"A curtain of flowers and shadows are deep in Youmeng, the breeze is bright and the moon is exposed. Everything in the mountains and rivers is literature and history, and you can read all the vicissitudes at your own pace." The night is getting darker, and the wind is blowing, awakening Youmeng who is not old.With the rhyme in the dream, play another song.The thousand-year-old dream was startled in horror. I don't know if the watchman by the window is still there?Does the person in front of the window have gray hair?
Want to call you at this moment, and stay.Reunited when I was not old, let the remaining youth between my brows and eyes, let you remember when you look back: that soft, warm and moist fragrance.

It's just that the pipa rebounded, and the lovesickness on the strings...

Let the fingertips sing the pipa lightly, stir up the sorrow, and frame the eyebrows like smoke.The expectation in the eyes faded away in a traceless wind.

The world is stable and the years are quiet

Liuhua Yingla makeup Wu Yuan.Xiaoshantang, late Zhang Yan.I never tire of enjoying the cup and going slowly.To be monthly, Galaxy and a half.Misty Ying people's song has been broken.The way back refers to Yuxi South Pavilion.Who is like cold gold, chatting with each other, warming an empty bed.

——Song·He Zhu's "Pihan Jin"

Sometimes I like to sit alone.Sitting alone is a lonely dance and a beautiful flower.

In the remote mountains, in the quiet night, or in the crowded streets.Sometimes it seems that I don’t go anywhere, I just sit quietly in my heart and meditate on my own mind.It was as if he was whispering to himself in the previous life.

I often fantasize about riding a white horse on a night with a clear moon and clear wind, carrying a piano case on my back, and then walking alone on a winding mountain road for dozens of miles, looking for a bamboo forest, burning incense and playing the piano.The moonlight streamed down and shone on my black and white robe. The picture was as quiet and beautiful as a classical freehand landscape.I don't know what's wrong with me, but I just like living in isolation like this.It seems that the soul can follow the sound of the piano, meandering from the distant mountains and forests.We have a long talk under the moonlight; we are as close as sisters by the flowing stream.The heart flower, like the petals around it, blooms all over the mountains and plains.

Sometimes, I feel that I am lonely again, and there is a bone-chilling coldness in my soul.Even in the bustling market, the ferry where people come and go, even the moment you hug me and enter my body, I still feel my indescribable loneliness.

Perhaps, my loneliness is inherent.Only you can save me.

Throughout the summer, it rained non-stop.The whole town was flooded by smoke and rain.At this time, I became more idle.Listening to the rain through the curtain, reading at night by the banana window, and playing poems and essays under the eyes.The heart has already flown thousands of miles away.I want to write with you and write a happy meeting; I want to watch with you hand in hand, the sunset is red and drunk; I want to accompany you to the end of the world, watching the flowers bloom on Moshang, and the spring is endless.And only at this time, when you looked at me with a smile, even if you didn't speak, my heart felt joyful and settled.

Xiao Lang in white once said in a book, "Don't be confused by your heart, don't be trapped by your emotions."Thinking about it is also true, the heart is not disturbed, and naturally it will not be trapped in emotion.Love is moved by heart, and thoughts are born by love.Just like the seeds buried in late spring, they germinate and bloom without knowing it, and they are endless and cannot be cut off.

It seems that people are independent of each other, yet they depend on each other.Those who swim in the boundless seem to hope to prove some love wishes in the world.Once some people enter life, they cannot escape from it, nor can they escape.

I think of our encounter, our acquaintance, and the nine hundred and ninety-nine love letters you wrote to me.The little things along the way made people feel that the marriage in the world was already doomed.Our encounter was nothing more than an intentional or unintentional arrangement of time.Encounters in the rain lane, boating under the willows, lingering among the flowers, those things, those feelings, now that I think about it, which one is not unparalleled in the world, and the wind and the moon are extremely romantic?

Thinking this way, I suddenly realized that I was such a lucky person who could meet, know and cherish you among thousands of people.Such a man who knows the cold and the warm, who is intimate and intellectual, should be satisfied if he can meet one in his life.

Ran Ranwuhua, many things are not the same as yesterday, I wonder if after a few years, will there be someone who will pass on the book and continue our story?

I also suddenly realized that the old solos in the mountains and forests were all for you to play.There is a taste in the world, and the fruit is inseparable from Qinghuan.It's nice to be free from the troubles of the world.So, while the night is still good, and for you, write down: the world is stable, the years are quiet and good.

thrush deep into time no

Golden mud belt in phoenix bun, jade palm comb with dragon pattern.Walking to the window and helping each other with a smile, Ai said, "Thrush eyebrows are deep and shallow, and there is no fashion".

It's been a long time since I've been working with pens, and I've tried my hand at drawing flowers.Waiting will hinder the embroidery work.He laughed and asked, "How can a book be born from the two characters of mandarin duck?"

——Song Ouyang Xiu's "Nangezi"

The rouge and cinnamon lightly opened the vermilion box, turning the colorful mottled into a warm fragrance.The streamer perfunctory by the candlelight is full of the past that belongs to you and me.I saw that the hooves of the horseshoes on the huanhua paper were pale, as if they were still waiting for a love that had gone through all the vicissitudes.

Who draws my eyebrows for me, Xiaoxuan window, the peerless face reflected in the bronze mirror, unparalleled.Who is burning incense?Listen to the song "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix".They say that beauty is like jade, and flute is like falling flowers, these are your three talents.The thrush is not completed, and the sweeping of Dai is too thick.Who is peeking, the corners of my eyes?Is this drunk, coquettish, charming, or angry?It is clearly a pear blossom with rain, hanging on the vine in spring.The flower is in bud, not yet bloomed.Brother, you can smell the fragrance of flowers, lingering in the dark night.

The pear blossoms in the hometown are blooming.What year was that, haunting?You open the cinnabar box, I grind cinnabar, the eyebrows you painted are still in my heart, as quiet as a baby.Brother, it is a piece of distant mountains like Daisy, and the autumn water is clear.The crescent eyebrows you stippled have spoiled my life's drunkenness. In this life, I have to savor it.

Besides spring, it is still spring.In the deep courtyard of Wutong, there are swallows, singing and dancing.In those days, I cut the poems finely.In the dream of the West Building where the moon is full, use a dusty brush to draw your white horse and white clothes, elegant and unrestrained.

The willows by the pool are green, and I see the mandarin ducks in the pond crossing their necks.They are flapping their wings and whispering, they seem to be willing to stay together like this and spend their entire lives.Brother, do you know that my mood at this moment is like an undercurrent, constantly surging, and the waves are getting higher and higher.

Many times, I hid in my own castle and painted the ground as a prison.Day after day, I looked down on the turmoil in the world of mortals.The high-rise buildings that can't be seen, the eyebrows that are bent, the swing inside the wall, the road outside the wall, who is listening to the flute in front of the wind?I clearly heard the cheering of the white horse.Brother, the white grass running and yearning in the dream is the white robe you wore for me when you left?
Fuyan's eyebrows were painted lightly, and Luqi lowered her voice, peeping quietly under the Qi window.Brother, it is good to have your dream.The eyebrows you drew will never be forgotten in my life.I want to play a song "Meeting Happy" and "Drunken Whip" for you.Play, play, play, let me play another poem of the motherland, the first time I saw Chanjuan, write down my care and laughter in your arms, and grow old together.

(End of this chapter)