I. Original text
To my long hair and waist.
Author: He Xiaodao
From: Shili Red Makeup Daughter Dream
Can a teenager marry me when I have long hair to my waist?
Would you like to wear ten miles of red makeup when you are young and healthy?
But I'm afraid of waist-length hair and teenagers falling in love with others.
Treat you with green silk and smile to see you smile with her.
Second, "Sword III" game player adaptation
Hide the sword
The hair grows to the waist. Will the general come back?
This gentleman is carefree, how can he expect mountains and rivers to be rustling?
At dawn, at dusk, my head is white and old.
The cold sword silently listens to the thunder, and the pike is independent and empty.
Lying drunk on the battlefield, you don't laugh, you honk the horn all night.
Evening guest Jiangnan, red rope knotted hair tip.
Ce Tian wrote back.
When your hair is waist-length, I will return home in triumph.
In the past, horses were free and unrestrained, and they were all young heroes.
The east is rosy, and the West Lake is foggy.
Holding a gun and fighting bloody battles in all directions, I vowed to keep the mountains and rivers beautiful.
There should be a day to come back victorious and spend the night with you.
I hope to die hand in hand, and I am willing to make a robe with my son.
Third, netizens imitate.
How about the return of my wife's waist-length hair?
Looking at yiyicao all over the world, without my wife.
After several prosperous times, I still have no nostalgia for this night.
Traveling all over the world is also carefree, but I would like to grow old with you.
Can you come to me when my hair is waist-length?
All gentlemen in the world are far away, and there is no joy.
After several times in the world, it is still a waste of time, but tonight it is a waste of words.
Where do you know what Ling Xiao means? You are always willing to grow old with you.
See you in Xiqiao when my hair reaches my waist.
The mist lingers in the mountains, and the breeze blows between the eyebrows.
Outside the curtain, the bamboo is high, and the bright moon does not ask the present.
Get drunk with wine, and there are few guests in the world of mortals.
When my hair grows to my waist, how can I be the first?
Dress up in front of the mirror, put on jade SAO, only Bo Tan Lang smiled.
The dance is enchanting, and the pear blossoms float quietly.
Wedding candle cups intersect, hand in hand with this life to grow old.
When my hair is waist high, the moon is high and the spring is chilly,
The courtyard is full of flowers, and the pavilion is far ahead.
Tears flow on my skirt and my hair is like weeds.
Dreaming every night, when is this life?
Can you wait for my waist-length hair and hide in the city?
Green mountains and green waters reflect the stone bridge, and a few wisps of smoke curl up.
Pick the embroidery needle lightly, hoe flowers and plant grass in front of the court,
In the afternoon, the tea is light and fragrant. Read a passage carefully.
When your hair is waist-length, red plum and white snow float lightly.
Acacia is better than being together. Don't wait for the sun to set before you show your worries.
Acquaintance is crazy, but when you fall in love, you will have a heart-to-heart relationship.
I don't care about the past, I hope the rest of my life will be fine.
When my hair reaches my waist, I will be homesick.
The boy smiled back and picked the peony with his hand.
When my hair reaches my waist, I dream of the snow in the north.
A man was holding an umbrella on the bridge, and the river was boundless overnight.
When my hair is waist-length, the end of the world is far away.
The letter has never been found, and the setting sun is urgent.
It's good to stay abroad until I have waist-length hair.
Even if you are surrounded by makeup, who knows that your heart is lonely.
Treat me with waist-length hair and look at the enchanting streets coldly.
People say that spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is good. Why not spend a good night without you?
Treat me with waist-length hair, don't be like Gillian.
Climbing high on Tanabata, I especially want to be hugged by you.
Can Pan Lang marry you when your hair is waist-high?
Is it possible to wear ten miles of red makeup when your hair is good?
But I'm afraid of waist-length hair. I care about others.
When the hair is fine, look at him with tears and smile.
Treat me with long hair and waist, and time is like water.
I was drunk, drunk, and I smiled.
Treat me with long hair and waist, and promise me secretly tonight.
Drink a gourd ladle of 3,000 weak water, and my heart will burn tonight.
With my waist-long hair, surrounded by green hills on both sides.
The rivers and lakes are surging, and we are proud to join hands.
Treat me with waist-length hair and ten miles of peach blossoms and green grass.
You sprinkle your sword shadow, I hold wine and food.
When my hair is waist-length, can I dance the sword under the moon?
Fireflies filled the air in the starry night, which was really amazing at that time.
Treat my long hair and waist for you and my wound for you.
A narrow escape, one battle and two hearts, flying flowers on a cold night.
Keep my waist-length hair and travel around the world?
I don't want to be beautiful, but I want to ride freely.
Treat me with waist-length hair, piano flute and singing?
Don't envy the gods, envy you and grow old with you every day.
Can a teenager marry me when I have long hair to my waist?
Candle shadows make spring nights drunk, and troubled times throw the world of mortals.
When I have long hair to my waist, the clouds float by in an instant.
The world is cold and unpredictable, so you leave the DPRK.
Can you treat me with waist-length hair and become a Buddha?
If you come back safely, I'll put down the butcher knife.
How do I know that things are unpredictable when I have long hair to my waist?
Fallacy is a cruel knife, and years are never calm.
When my hair reaches my waist, I miss my heart and tears.
The hair rope flutters and feels old, and it is dusty with the wind.
By the time my hair reaches my waist, I will be a sword soldier.
In the dream, my son and I were in the same robe, and our eyes crossed outside the dream.
Do me good with waist-length hair and love me, okay?
Nearly a hundred years of arrogance and helplessness have faded from pride.
Treat my long hair to my waist and my white robe with blood.
With a flick of a finger, Jiangshan fell for you, and the words of this thought withered.
Will you treat me with waist-length hair and do my best in the world?
I just hope this heart can always accompany you, always with you.
Treat me waist-length, first frost is like a knife.
From then on, I slept in the cold lake, and Yuanyang laughed on the lake.
Treat me with waist-length hair, and I am doomed to die alone.
How about covering the whole world? I'm glad you're fine.
I have waist-length hair, but spring is still early.
There is no chance to continue in this life and the afterlife, and infatuation will never disappear.