One day was also a good day, but a man came from under the curtain. It's a coincidence that marriage has been together since ancient times. The woman was hanging a curtain with a fork in her hand when a gust of wind blew the fork down. The woman couldn't hold it steady and hit the man on the head. The woman hurriedly smiled apologetically and looked at the man, who was also in his mid-twenties, and was very floating. Wearing a tassel hat, golden bell hairpin and golden jade railing ring on his head; Waist length, wearing green pleats; Chen Qiao shoes with thin knots and socks with clear water cloth; Shake the Jinchuan fan in your hand, and it looks more and more like Pan Fatty and Sheng. Pleasant people, the wind and the wind wink from under the curtains. The man was hit on the head with a fork, and then he stood still. When he was about to attack, he looked back, but he didn't want to be a beautiful and enchanting woman. But I saw his dark sideburns, curved crescent eyebrows, fragrant cherry mouth, Qiong Yao's straight and rumbling nose, pink cheeks, delicate silver basin face, gently curled flowers, jade-like slender onion branches, soft and thick pink belly and narrow star tips. I can't get enough of this woman's appearance. Look at what he's wearing. But see: there is a black bun on my head, a fragrant cloud in the middle and small hairpin around it. Wear a flower with a parallel head diagonally, arrange the grass well and comb it later. It's difficult to draw. The arch eyebrows are lined with two peach blossoms. The exquisite Zhui Er is the most admirable, while the exposed jade breasts are priceless. Wool blue cloth has large sleeves and Hunan skirt short lining ground silk yarn. A sweat towel with flowers on the cuffs. The sachet hangs very low. Wipe your chest with a heavy buckle under your throat. Looking down at the pointed feet of the golden lotus, the cloud catches the mountain crow skillfully. The shoes are white high-top shoes, and the dust on them sets off the tread. Red yarn over-the-knee pants buckle warbler flowers, and the wind blows the skirt pants at the sitting place. Musk deer often spits in the mouth, and cherry blossoms with a smile. People see souls flying away, showing off and killing beautiful friends.
When the man saw it, he felt half-baked at first, and his anger had already entered the country of claw depression and turned into a smiling face. The woman knew it was wrong, bowed deeply and looked at him and said, "Don't blame me for being accidentally blown by the wind!" " The man adjusted his turban and bent down to the ground. "Never mind, madam, please." But this tea seller saw it. The old woman smiled and said, "Who is the official playing under this roof? Just right! " The man smiled and said, "It's my fault. Don't blame me for hitting it. " The woman replied, "No wonder." The man smiled and sang a big song, and replied, "I dare not." Those thieves' eyes, which have been attracting flowers and stirring grass for many years, have never left this woman. They turned seven or eight times before leaving, but staggered and covered the fan.