Some people say that the mutual observance of this life is the cause and effect of 500 times of looking back in previous lives.
Carrying a simple bag, I walked into the bluestone alley, following the moonlight of my previous life, in the simple and quiet time, just to meet you.
In Tongli Ancient Town, in the piercing heart lane, in the moment of passing by, a glance is amazing, that is, it is a lifetime.
Gangnam always makes people nostalgic. The smoke and rain-soaked alleys are like a romantic dream, with long twists and turns, and once you enter, you don't want to wake up again.
Walking through the three bridges of Tongli Ancient Town, you must go to a nearby piercing alley. The alley is cramped, only one person is allowed to pass, if two people walk towards each other, they must be sideways, their clothes are close to their clothes, and they rub out the static electricity that is not detected.
Romantic people will do literary and artistic processing, a gentlemanly man, a woman with cloud sideburns and a golden step, at the moment of the meeting, the dress and skirt meet, bringing out a burst of electric flint.
Stepping on the clattering bluestone slabs, growing unknown ferns in the wet corner of the heart, no one can say how many crimson love affairs have been performed.
Lao Chai and his woman always believed that there was magic in piercing the heart, otherwise, how could two people thousands of miles apart, for the sake of a glimpse of the surprise in this alley, actually "calmly hold hands to achieve peace, and the mountain alliance does not abandon the white occurrence"?
They were once passers-by in the ancient town of Tongli. One is Atu from Jiangnan, and the other is a lady from Chu Cili.
In the funny drama, Tang Bohu dots Autumn Fragrance, and the three smiles of the beautiful people are charming, but Lao Chai and his woman are walking across the three bridges, brushing their bodies and not squinting.
Alone in this soul piercing heart, a gap on the side, four eyes facing each other, panicking.
The man said, at that moment, I remembered the fragrance between a woman's hair, like the fragrance of gardenia blossoms, which was in my head and could not be waved.
The woman said, as if she had been condemned, and reason told herself, "No, go fast!" Come on! But the eyes couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
One, at this point, can not be forgotten in the rivers and lakes. So he rented a house in The Heart lane and opened a homestay.
One, half a year later, the ghost sent the god into his homestay, and she was attracted by the "particularly cordial" atmosphere of the courtyard.
I have searched for half a lifetime of love, and I have heard enough of such a cheesy story. I may have thought that the man and woman were going to do my one-night accommodation business, deliberately orchestrating the plot.
It was only when I walked into this invisible and deaf alley that I didn't hear people's voices, and in a trance, I encountered a dream scattered in the old world.
I have dreamed countless times of that old lover, Rong Zeya, Zhu Yan only, in such a rainy alley, Lou Ting came to me.
Her flowing skirt brushed against the sticky, wet brick walls. She was immersed in the poetry of apricot blossoms and smoke and rain, and the lotus step moved slightly, and at the moment of my side, she was like a misty deer.
Her hair, in the breeze of the alley, was like jasmine blooming, lilac spitting, gently stirring my thoughts.
I wanted to reach out and touch the dream of this past life, and the beauty was already like the wind, smiling.
I watched her leave, and my heart flooded with infinite sorrow. But I saw her, a few steps away, smiling. Zhu Li wanted to open up and rest.
I couldn't hear what she was saying. I can't follow the wind and moon of my past life and continue to follow in the alleys of this life.
But I heard the people in the alley, the sound of raindrops falling from the eaves, ding-dong, ding-dong, filling the water tank. A Wu tone around the beam, babbling.
Suddenly I understood that this was once a dream. This is Jiangnan, which pierces the heart of the love blade!
@Ying Zhigang Let's go see a different world