Flower-like girl, stick to beautiful love all her life

The most is the lovesickness dream, the most is the sad tears, the red light is shining, the wedding is beautiful, the Moonlight is hazy, the bride. The tears were hazy and broken, keeping the yin and yang together. If there is love in the afterlife, I would like to be a bird in the sky. I see, flower and moon. The girl’s black hair is thick and dense, smooth as silk. A red rope tied to the ponytail. Broad forehead, thin eyebrows and Phoenix eyes, beautiful and energetic big eyes are pure as crystal, tall nose bridge, red lips smile out a piece of peach blossom. When you see a stranger, you want to laugh and be ashamed. A pair of small feet wrapped in cloth shoes, with small steps, but also walking like flying. A floral cotton-padded coat, graceful figure, soft waist like willow. Such a girl grows between mountains and rivers. A peach garden not found by the world. Mountains, twists and turns, water, trickle. The aura of the landscape breeds a girl who is as delicate as the mountain and as smart as the water. Early in the morning, the Sun flowed like gold to the Earth. After washing, the girl put a few spoons of spring water into the pot and raised the stove. Sit down, keep living in the fire, add dead leaves and firewood, add a spoonful of coarse rice, cover wooden lid. After breakfast, the girl came to the chicken coop and spilled the leftover rice bran. The Cock shook its colorful feathers, as if she were still intoxicated in the loud singing at dawn. The sun rises higher. The girl was carrying bamboo Lou, standing in the field of water, catching a handful of green seedlings from behind and spreading them evenly into the air, leaving traces of her walking gently in the water. It’s getting light, and the sun is burning itself. The girl’s clothes permeated with less sweat. At this time, she was bending down and familiar with the rice seedling. In less than a few minutes, a row of rice seedling was neatly guarded by the ridge. At night, the girl lit kerosene lamp and embroidered the mandarin duck. The girl quickly passed the silk thread through the eye of the needle and made a knot. The colorful Mandarin duck came alive in her hand. In the middle of the night, the girl stepped on the board with her feet and shook the wooden machinery with her hands. The twine widened back and forth. In less than half a month, a bed of beautifully woven linen was done. Years flow, as gold. The girl has become a wife. The body is more plump, the more flexible your hands are, the more gentle your eyes are. On the wedding night, the candle was bright. It was the full moon when the night was hazy and the moonlight was shining. Everything became silent and soft. The groom got drunk and stumbled open the door of the new house. The groom gently lifted the girl’s red veil with a pipe. Under the Moonlight, the girl looked charming and shy. The bridegroom drank cross-cupped wine with her and put down the glass. The bride’s face turned red. The bridegroom looked at the beautiful girl in front of her affectionately, beating in her heart. Although they all know that The Harvey Girls is worth a thousand dollars, they are connected with each other in love and heart. At this moment, they hold their hands, lean their backs on their backs, keep silent, open their eyes and appreciate the moonlight outside, feeling each other’s body temperature, I spent a night silently. Love grows stronger. For five or ten years, she gave birth to children for him, she did housework for him, and she was loyal to him. He was also kind and righteous to her, and he never gave up. Sometimes, he would dress up for her, and he would hold up her long hair gently and carefully. He would tie the red hair ring that had been washed countless times for her. Sometimes when he went to the city for a fair, he would buy some cheapest and beautiful ornaments for her. Now, children have grown up and become birds from the nest, continuing their unknown life. They have been exposed to each other for five or ten years and have never quarreled with each other. When he was 70 years old, he drank too much wine, got caught in the wind and was paralyzed in bed. She took care of him as always. Every day, scrub his body several times, take medicine and eat for him, and clean the bedding wet due to incontinence for him. Eight years, eight years, day and night, she served him for eight years. He couldn’t speak, and his eyes were full of sadness and gratitude. His tears always flow for her. He thought, although he was a great misfortune, having such a kind and great wife was a blessing for his life! Finally, he went. He passed away with a deep attachment to his wife. She was so sad that tears always dropped on his photo frame. She burned incense and worshiped Buddha every day, praying that he could rest in peace in the spirit of heaven and eat well in heaven. She thought, if there is an afterlife, I will still be your wife! Their whole life is full of ups and downs, ups and downs, no wind, flowers, snow and moon, no oath of love, no sweet words, no words and silence are the themes of their lives. Silent giving is the transmission of their love, as long as there is love, happiness is around. Whether it is poverty or wealth, whether it is illness or health, whether it is life or death, they have done their life-long love for each other. Love, in fact, does not need too many words. Love is to put oneself in the other side’s place from the perspective of the other side. Love is to share weal and woe together!

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

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If you are well enough

At the ends of the Earth, how many emotions have never been told, but they have been covered by prosperity, covered by years, with incense burner table ink, red makeup and light dance, and bead curtain roll. It is extremely luxurious to have a look. The peach red and green willows in March were buried with deep lovesickness, full of quiet and lingering paths, and the clouds in the sky also told us until death. A person keeps quiet alone, disconsolate and cold night, looking for tasteless remarks. I was unable to drive away the breeze in my ears, let the long hair raging between my eyebrows, and the deep melancholy on my low cheeks, all of which were covered with golden confusion by the sunset glow. I think I can go away with the passage of time, the breeze, and cheer in the sea of flowers all over the mountains. No, I have already melted into the paper with the pen and ink flowing from my fingertips. The Lovesickness paved with letter filled the years and slowly disappeared just now. Who is staring at the Central China of whose splendid year, and who is waiting in whose vicissitudes? Will be a little bit of thought, bloom into a lush look, will be stacked memories, folded into yellow paper, green lights, darkstory, who is at whose fingertips light away desolate, smoky rain red dust, firmly believe that: flowers bloom for more than one season, sitting in the heart of the world, looking at the missing, thousands of gentle feelings, turning into a dream of the end of the world……. May Feihong stop whining, bring a message of care, cross the clouds, and reach the hot heart. May the swimming fish hold off swimming and diving, place a love talk, and turn over the river; You said, don’t open the dusty memory easily, I said, everything is too late, I am already blue and white hair.

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

Love of old things in northern Guangdong is around

I opened my eyes wide and searched in the long red dust for many years, but I couldn’t find a girl who could love each other. I had to stay under the lonely youth tree, watching the girl like flowers and Jade like a cloud on the sky, wandering through the eyes. However, it was my beautiful face that passed away like flowing water in a hurry. So, every cold night, I sigh with a lonely lamp and Tang poems/song phrases in my arms-who will hold hands with me? The flowers bloomed and the winter went to spring. The Lonely Day slipped away in the sunshine, seeing that once friends had beautiful girlfriends one after another and walked into the Palace of marriage hand in hand, what’s more, my age is higher and higher like sesame blossom, and my heart is inexplicable panic, and people are more sentimental. Therefore, in the days when there is no artistic conception, I pay more attention to the girls around me, but people always walk by without a glance and leave the faint fragrance all the way. Every time at this time, I often sigh that the vast sea of people knows that it is hard to find, but the girl can’t be found. I don’t intend to be a monk. When I only looked at the front with two eyes and deliberately pursued the ideal girl in my mind, an elder introduced me to a girl. The girl looks flat, has a fat figure and has freckles all over her face, which makes me want to go first in two battles. However, out of courtesy, I left a contact address for the girl. However, in exchange for her enthusiasm, I didn’t care about my indifference and perfunctory. I couldn’t help but have a little favor for her. Therefore, after several letters and correspondence, my heart was gradually moved, holding the attitude that ugly girl is a good girl, and holding her hand gracefully for several times. Sure enough, a good girl doesn’t have to be beautiful. The girl is cheerful and optimistic, gentle and lovely, and reasonable, which makes me fall in love with her involuntarily. When I was alone, I often thought: Is this what Xin Qiji said that all the people looked for her QbAidu, suddenly looking back, Yi Ren was in the dim light? Is this girl the beauty I am looking for in this life? Otherwise, why do you always see her bright smiling face every night with dreams? Maybe this is the so-called fate. Nowadays, girls have become my girlfriend in love, and life has added romance and color due to the embellishment of my girlfriend, and people have become radiant. One day, my girlfriend suddenly came to Hanshe and told me that her parents wanted to see how her future son-in-law looked like. I think it is time to meet the mother-in-law of the prospective father-in-law. It is also essential to pass this level. Therefore, choose a sunny day without wind and rain, roll up his girlfriend’s hand and go straight to his mother-in-law’s house.

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

I really want to, stranded

Will you come again tonight? I am waiting attentively. When the silent night tore the brightness of the heart, the waiting under those lights turned pale in the dim color. I thought that everything was covered with lovesickness, then everything would become clear in the waiting. When the story started with an unpredictable beginning, the prosperity of the process was destined to be a helplessness of sorrow and joy. The swaying flowers in central China close their eyes at the moment, maybe they are dormant, maybe they will not bloom again from now on. Who ever clung to the feelings of chasing dreams in the past of cooking wine with true feelings? You said, the prosperity and vicissitudes are passing through the clouds, I said, no matter how beautiful the expectations are, they are blank. When the flame of hope meets the cold sea water, who else is in the hope that is instantly extinguished? You said that keeping the rising sun could usher in the dawn of hope. I said that when there was a rainy day before dawn, no matter how beautiful the tomorrow is, it will continue to reach the sea. I really want to stranding the story and turn the once beautiful into a yellow calendar in silence, but still arouse old feelings; I really want to throw everything out of the sky, face the haze of life alone with the empty cup mentality; I really want to frame the stranded memory into the ink painting on the heart, and with the aging of time, I use the plain heart of black and white to interpret a beautiful waiting; I really want, it took a long time to throw you and the story to the year outside the 9th day. The story has blossomed in life. It is me who doesn’t want to thank you. However, I always can’t escape from the fate. With a long sigh, he slowly stretched out his tightly clenched hands, making everything come and go like the wind, making everything light and cloudy. Suddenly, the flattering heart was there, and the year, month, and story, which were beyond the red dust, were no longer waiting in the stranded-year-old central China.

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…