"Wild creeping weed, no dew. A beautiful woman is walking on the road, very beautiful. It's perfect for me to meet a real coincidence.

Wild weeds grow in rows, and dew is round and round on the grass. A beautiful woman is walking on the road, with clear facial features and beautiful and moving. I didn't expect to meet the real Joe, and she was both happy. "

? -Zheng Guofeng Feng

In the early morning, there was no one in the wilderness, and the dew trembled among the grass, and a pair of generals did not fall. He walked by, free all the way.

In this morning light, a woman came slowly from a stranger. Looking from a distance, I only think that she is dressed in plain clothes and graceful. As she approached, she saw people with clear eyes, gentle appearance, fresh cheeks and greasy goose oil. It's not the brilliance when I first saw the sky, but another brilliance as clear as water and as bright as autumn in a cold stream. He was stunned by such a huge streamer. Caught off guard, miss is like this, spread like cocoon silk, wrapped around the heart, careful and tight, but he is willing to "tie himself up" like this. Happiness is like dew on the leaves around.

Girl, it's not that I haven't thought about it, but my ideal partner always feels like a shadow, like a haze on the other side. Until, you walked into my eyes, like a boat, breaking the surface, so the smoke dispersed and you were in front of me. No more, no less, "whatever I want", you are my ideal and my answer.

Girl, just like time is endless in the wilderness, there is no meeting earlier or later. Before you, I was only imagining about love. I didn't know until I met you that you were there, just like love. Before you, love had no name. I didn't know until I met you. Waiting is its name.

Girl, this is like the beginning of heaven and earth. Why are you, but you, coming from this wilderness, all the way into my heart. Since then, my heart is no longer clean and comfortable, my heart has been full of flowers, and suddenly it is full of shadows.

So, girl, I want you to be responsible for me.

Please hold my hand and reach out to you, so that we can "hide (hide) with our son" without being disturbed, and let me slowly express your thoughts and feelings.

You, will you?

02

"What is this evening? Pull the boat to the middle. What day is it today? Must be in the same boat as the prince. I'm ashamed. I don't deserve my humble opinion. I feel a little agitated and know the prince. There are trees in the mountains and branches in the trees. I'm glad you don't know. "

? -Chu Ci, Ren Yuege

The men in The Book of Songs freely express their love, lest you don't know it, lest I miss it. The words are crisp and the sound is lingering, like the wind blowing through mountains and valleys, pressing my heart. Confucius said, "Thinking is innocent."

The expression of love by ancient women was much more reserved. The daughter's family is solemn and self-sustaining, and her mind is delicate. A leisurely heart is like a nine-winding cloister. Only the sunshine leaks from the corner of the gallery, revealing the worries all over the place, but it is hard to see. She has to wait for someone who is doomed to be unpredictable. "If you understand, you should understand."

Thousands of years ago, a gentleman from Hubei was rowing on the river. Yue Nv, who was paddling, looked up at him and couldn't help but feel love. The middle of the lake rises slightly, just like the spring water in front of him. The spring breeze is wrinkled and endless.

Dear prince, you sit at the bow, as bright as the moon, and I sit at the stern, with my eyebrows down and my eyes closed, paddling devoutly for you. Loud and clear, it knows that there is an awakening, an occurrence, and an uncontrollable flow that begins to flow slowly in my heart under this river. But, you don't know.

Dear prince, you see, the clouds are floating in the daytime and the mountains and rivers are solemn and gentle, just as I look up to your gentle and humble soul; You see, the river ebbs and flows, and the grass at the bottom of the river is swaying gently. Just like at this moment, my thoughts are like water, the empty river is full of waves, and my heart is restless. The green hills that can't be covered are faint, and the flowing green water is leisurely. They all know that my love for you is endless and unchanging. But, you don't know.

You know, there are trees and branches on the mountain, but you don't know that my love for you is so brilliant and lingering.

The waves are rippling, and no one can solve my sadness.

I know that although you and I are in the same boat, there is a natural barrier between us. I also know that if we say goodbye today, we may never see each other again. You have yours and I have my direction, but how can I forget you and I met on this river? I only hope that the river will be wider and wider and the boat will be slower and slower, so that I can have more time to describe you carefully with my eyes, because separation is just around the corner, because after separation, the rest of my life will be barren.

However, I am still unwilling.

So, I finally stood up bravely and sang a song for you that you didn't understand, with beautiful singing voice, language that you didn't understand and my sincere feelings.

This green mountain, this clear water, this paddle sound and this Cao Jiang all know that my love for you in the song is like a ray of sky light. This is the gentle and shy me, here and now, trying my best to prepare my life for you.

I wish, you know.

03

At the end of the story, Mr. E heard Yue Nv's soft and tactfully singing, flew into the clear sky, stopped the clouds, fell one after another, filled the river with stagnant water, and the tone of every sentence was thousand turns, making it difficult for people to leave. So I invited someone who knows Vietnamese to translate Chu songs. After understanding this song and Yue Nv's thoughts, E Jun pulled her back with a smile.

Lang Jie concubine, hand in hand to return home, really let the people who eat melons overjoyed.

Yue Nv's songs have been washed away for thousands of years in the long river of time, and a wisp of clear sound haunts the world. Later generations of women listened to this song, carefully selected it, took its charm, and evolved different versions to convey their feelings. When we first met, we loved each other deeply, blushed, blushed, had the same desire to talk, the same circuitous euphemism, the same delicate mind and the same affection. I just hope you can understand my heart.

This kind of woman is Li Qingzhao's girl who swings and goes into battle lightly. "When I saw a guest coming in, I slipped away with gold socks." Looking back at the door with shame, but smelling the plum "-seeing you coming, leaving in a panic, never leaving, smelling the plum and looking back, full of joy and shyness.

Is Cui Hao, stop and ask, smart girl, "tell me, where do you live? Near here, next to the fishing pond? . Let's catch our boat together and let's see if we belong to the same town. " I'd like to ask where you are from, but I just want to know you. It's reasonable to strike up a conversation before I admire you.

Cheng Ying, who saved Yang Guo in Jin Yong's works, only dared to write, "I don't like meeting a gentleman, but I dare not show it to him. There is only one sentence, "I'll cook for you whatever you want"-how dare you know that I am full of joy and don't want my full affection, but it has become an interruption to you and I can only try my best to be good to you within my power.

Huang Li, the wife of Yang Shen, a poet in the Ming Dynasty, missed her husband who had been demoted to frontier fortress and was afraid of getting into trouble for books. She just gave one party Su Bai to her husband-no love stories or poems, and the other party Su Bai gave her lovesickness. Mr. Lang intended to have a look and think twice.

……

Whether I send a letter to Supa or not, whether I borrow my childhood memories or not, no matter how cool it is, it is my deep affection for you. As soon as we met, we won countless people. In my eyes, our first meeting was so beautiful that I was willing to sink at a glance. Since then, I have aroused all the romantic feelings in the world and danced for thousands of years. Yes, no matter how mediocre I am, I always feel that my love for you is beautiful.

04

"... or check a thing, as big as a fist, with a sharp lower circle, which is neither wood nor stone, soft on the outside nor rigid on the inside ... If you raise a knife to cut it, it will be cut in half, and the arts and sciences will be clear. You see, there are several weeping willows, including a small building and a boat downstairs. A young man leans against the window and looks at them, and everyone is surprised ... I see, it will definitely make women move ... "

? -golden pot, seven inks, painstaking efforts

In fact, few people dare to express their feelings with things, whether left or right. More ancient women just chose silence. Mingming's daughter's heart is like a long river with twists and turns. At the bend of the river, I caught a glimpse of him beside the peach blossom, where flowers rained down on my heart, stirring up a river's ups and downs, but let the tide turn around and keep running without saying a word. I just silently locked the door of my heart and buried my heart layer by layer. The courtyard was deep, there was a Qian Qian knot in my heart, and there was wind outside the window.

Readers, I have a sad story that I will tell you in detail.

It is said that during the Tian Ping Uprising in the late Qing Dynasty, there was a woman from eastern Zhejiang whose father was doing business in Suzhou, and she lived with her mother and sister in Nanhao, Jiangsu. Nanhao, water towns and rivers are dotted around, and houses are built by water. There are often covered boats passing by in the river, which seems to be within reach of the houses. Women's embroidered building is close to the river. Every day, when she painted yellow in front of the mirror and put on makeup, she would lift the curtain and pour water, so the days passed without surprise.

On that day, Wang Sheng, a junior from Chuzhou, went to the Soviet Union on business, passed Nanhao and moored in a boat on the shore. When he opened the window, he saw someone open the curtain. If the face is hibiscus, if the hands are soft, if the skin is frozen, a cicada's head flies with a moth eyebrow. Only one eye, the heart is swaying, an arrow from a surprise. It has dried up through the eternal world, through the Millennium ice desert, through the bottom of my heart, and the sky is about to fall. She saw him too. Knowing Jun at first is like returning to an old friend. Obviously, it is a chance meeting, but it seems that after a long separation, the palm of your hand begins to grow a tangled curve. His eyes looked at her deeply, as sweet as alcohol, and they were intoxicated until time passed and there was nothing else in the world at the end of time.

It was that woman who accidentally fell down and woke them up. One put down the embroidered curtain in a hurry, and the other quickly looked away, but all of them were flushed, like drums.

The next day, one is upstairs, one is on the boat, one is embroidering, one is reading, one is sitting by the window, and the other is standing by the water. He occasionally peeks at her from the window, but she always sits where he can see her. Two people face each other day and night, but they are always silent, quietly, not to mention words, even eyes, and there is no one to make friends with.

Wang Sheng's friend Jiang Juncha lives in a street with a woman. He read Wang Sheng's mind and advised him that the daughter's home is a big deal, so you should forget about it. Wang Sheng reluctantly moved to Xumen.

In April of Gengshen, the Taiping Army captured Suzhou, and Nanhao City was devastated and scorched, and women were unfortunately killed in the war.

After the war, some poor people searched for utensils in the rubble by the river. Someone found a strange thing, about the size of a fist, with a round bottom and a pointed top. It was neither wood nor stone, with a soft middle and a firm outside. No one knew it. Just passing by two soldiers, I cut it gently with a knife, but I saw several weeping willows, a small building, a boat downstairs, and a young man leaning against the window, picturesque and lifelike. Everyone is surprised that they don't know.

It happened that Chiang Kai-shek was passing by. When he saw this thing, he saw the boy on it, just like his friend Wang Sheng. This is also the scene that Wang Sheng crossed Nanhao and went downstairs by boat that day. Jiang suddenly realized that the sharp circle on his ass was clearly a woman's heart! So he asked for a piece, made it, and sent it to Wang Sheng. Wang Sheng got the book and opened the box. Only Wang Bi was bloody.

05

Time is warp and space is weft, which weaves emotions carefully and intensively, and also weaves mistakes into it.

He stared at this Wang Bixue, thinking about her flowery beauty, looking at the mirror, thinking about her delicate figure, thinking about her cheeks dancing in the shadow of the window lamp, thinking about her peach trees dancing on the shore, thinking about her needle and thread dancing, and the moonlight is as picturesque as the water night. Obviously she has been silent and thinking carefully, but silence is better than sound everywhere. He only felt that the palm print was broken, the stars and the moon were falling, the mountains and rivers were swaying, and the world in his heart began to collapse in chunks.

This is "as big as a fist, with a round bottom and a sharp top, which is neither wood nor stone, and the middle is soft and the outside is firm". This is her heart, which will not be destroyed after being tempered by war. Broken to pieces, all for him.

Even if I didn't look at you, even if I didn't say a word to you, so what? I don't look at you, but I also know that your eyes staring out of the window are stopping on me at the moment, just like my heart, rubbing your face again and again.

You are a cloud that can't be embroidered with colored silk thread. It projects directly on my heart. The clouds are getting thicker and thicker. My rich and sweet heart lingers slowly between days. Because of love, I know more about the shame of frivolous perfunctory. Because of love, I dare to walk on the road of loving you silently, as heavy as a mountain, but my heart is as iron.

Obviously you and I just met for the first time, but I feel that I have traveled thousands of miles for you. The days separated from you by a window are only dozens of days, but I clearly remember that every day when the mountains are warm and the spring is warm, every night when tung flowers are in full bloom and the stars are all over the sky, I remember that you are by my side, every morning and evening.

Even if you are far away, I think at this moment, or I have been separated by several mountains, I still stop here, trying to trace back the past time, cherish it, and most importantly, refine every frame of memory into amber and carefully collect it.

I will be here when you come back. The water is coming, I am in the water, waiting for you, the fire is coming, I am in the ashes, waiting for you. I turned love into a meat cleaver, and I carved your eyebrows in my mind like a book. When I saw it, I portrayed my sinking at first sight, and I will live forever.

Even if the Xiulou collapses and people are scattered like Western jackdaw in the west, you should know that I love you so warmly and silently. I don't want you to remember me with tears and silence. I only hope that every time you think about it, the mountains and rivers in your heart are gentle, the grass is growing, the warblers are flying, and the past is peach blossom.

Please remember, my love for you is invincible for thousands of years, and my heart for you will not dry up for thousands of years.