When I was a child, I saw adults wearing cheongsam. Brilliant silk thread, complex pattern, accompanied by the curve of the body. Deep in the floating light, it is the fresh life wrapped in cheongsam, walking through the streets and fireworks. From a distance, a group of women wearing cheongsam swaggered down the street in the hazy night scene. They are smiling, holding silk handkerchief in their hands, or raising their hands to wipe their foreheads, or smiling lightly, watching them creep by leisurely, leaving only a thrilling figure in the end. Cheongsam always makes women more gentle and amorous feelings. A woman wearing a cheongsam has an unknown charm in her gestures. It seems that as long as I look at it, I can't move my eyes and stare at that beautiful image wholeheartedly.
I always think that women who wear cheongsam have stories. I like to see photos of Zhang Ailing wearing cheongsam. The high collar obeys the elegant neck, and further down, it is the body wrapped in cheongsam. Zhang Ailing in that photo, proudly holding her head high, was frozen in an eternal posture. What kind of unruly soul is hidden under the light-colored cheongsam? She said, "Life is a gorgeous robe full of lice." So how many lice did she get under this robe package? Women who wear cheongsam have too much melancholy and loneliness. Through the cheongsam decorated with silk and gold, you can smell the breath of the years. A touch of sadness and astringency permeates every cheongsam. Putting it in the cupboard is an untouchable time, and wearing it on the body is eternal dust.
The beauty of cheongsam is Bai Liusu's subtle and graceful temperament in Love in a Fallen City, the subtle amorous feelings of charming old Shanghai, and the unique classical charm of oriental women half a century ago. Cheongsam, as if bearing the wind and rain of several generations, has been going from the creaking whistle in old Shanghai to the present. The longer the time, the more unique charm of cheongsam can be brewed. Light-colored floral cheongsam has a smart beauty, dotted with floral fragments, which is a blooming time, quiet and safe. Cheongsam with gorgeous patterns always has a decadent luster. Is it a snickering rose in the middle of the night, with the thorns of enchanting Leng Yan, or a peony that has fallen all over the world, blooming vigorously on suede satin and wrapping every lonely soul with an unwilling attitude?
I once watched In the Mood for Love and marveled that Maggie Cheung could wear cheongsam out of life. Every time you change clothes, it means a new mood. In the watery years, I met a bosom friend, so cheongsam became more lively. "We won't be like them." Who broke the promise first and suffocated the cheongsam? In the dark stairs, ancient music has been playing. Who walks leisurely in cheongsam and surprises the floating world? You came, I left, all these things are as silent as cheongsam, but each stroke will turn into beautiful thoughts in the future, and colorful flowers will bloom everywhere? Maggie Cheung in cheongsam has a great personality. She can wear a cheongsam to walk through sadness and sadness, and she can also stain the story with charm and dignity. Her cheongsam reflected a shy shadow at night, waiting for someone to catch it, but that person didn't move forward at last, so the ending turned comfort into memories and stayed in those years of gathering. There are always too many secrets hidden in corridors, stairs, private rooms and cheongsam. Those days of knowing each other and being together, those quiet days, ended up stranded in a boat ticket. The graceful figure who used to wear cheongsam stopped at an unspeakable time with the end of the song. Looking back many years later, the cheongsam is still there, floating ostentatiously, confusing the world.
Cheongsam can be stunning, or it can ruin a tree's flowers. The cheongsam in flowers of war has an immortal beauty, which exudes aura and ferocity, making people feel scared. Yumo wore a dark green cheongsam, which propped up the ultimate beauty of cheongsam. Every time she looked back, it was suffocating. In the gray smoke, the shadow of cheongsam appears frequently. It's a group of cheongsam women from afar. The graceful image is covered by wind and rain. They walked through the bitter world, leaving a stunning past, wearing out the beauty of cheongsam and turning unspeakable bitterness into a smile. How many times, their laughter, the atmosphere is meaningless, heavy and sad, and the corners of their mouths evoke an unfathomable world. The high-profile cheongsam, swaying in the turbulent fireworks, is a woman's helplessness and a sad chivalrous tenderness. Although cheongsam is gorgeous, few people can wear it. Its sadness and extreme beauty are doomed to be destroyed. Too amazing things often hide too many unknown stories behind them. By the Qinhuai River, the gaudiness of a group of dancers can always paint a colorful stroke for history, which makes future generations deeply moved. Qinhuai and cheongsam in the depths of tobacco and alcohol always bring a stunning beauty and express unspeakable sadness. ...
See also Wang Jiazhi's cheongsam, and the butterfly's buckle is elegant and free and easy. If you like it in your heart, the color of cheongsam is light, and there is a classical elegance in the light pattern. A thin cheongsam can dilute the inner heaviness. If you don't like it, draw your eyes and red lips. A rich cheongsam outlines the free and easy time. Even in the face of important tasks, Wang Jiazhi can use cheongsam to hide her panic. Whether it is the long cheongsam of green orchid or the openwork cheongsam of peacock orchid, she can always wear a kind of indifference and calmness. Cheongsam can wrap a person's body layer by layer, but it cannot bind a person's heart. Perhaps the best way is to take out my heart, die in a cheongsam and tell others that everything about me is still here. A six-carat diamond ring can capture a piece of sincerity or kill people. But no matter how it ends, I believe that the indifferent and free and easy time is still there. Whether it is love or hate, whether it is life or death, whether it is drunkenness or waking up, whether it is staying or leaving, everything is hidden in the cheongsam.
Obsessed with cheongsam, obsessed with its hidden story and the years behind it that cannot be investigated. I like to wear cheongsam and walk on the moss path with a paper umbrella. At that time, it may be raining lightly, but my heart must be very clear. Smelling the scent of mixed soil in the air, walking in a deserted place, the indigo mountains in the distance are looming, and the clouds in the sky are missing a corner. Listening to birds singing and smelling flowers, I can grow up safely at any time. Or you can walk into Gu Xiang in the south of the Yangtze River, pass by the blue tile red wall, see all the bluebirds flying and grass growing, stand by the ancient bridge, watch all the noise on the bridge, and listen to all the cantata when the lake under the bridge is full of water, so that the charm of cheongsam can embellish the gentle old dreams of Jiangnan water town, and the flowing shadow of cheongsam can be quietly hidden by years.
When you are calm, there is no one around, wearing cheongsam, walking gracefully, leaving a faint fragrance. Don't talk, don't look back, until later generations find that it is a deep and shallow poem.