You said we had five days of freedom.
On the first day, I want to be the gentlest and most touching bride in Petra in your life.
Petra, this hidden rose castle, you come to witness our love.
In the morning fragrance, the clearest mountain spring washed away yesterday's dust. At the end of the narrow and dark valley, the gorgeous and laissez-faire wild chrysanthemums touched and embraced the long-lost palace. I will wait for you here. Waiting for you to come.
The white and light wedding dress flying in the wind surrounded me happily. You walk slowly at this end. The calm and brave steps said to me, "All my life." At this moment, the lilies all over the mountains, like crystal snowflakes, poured in and turned into colorful clouds in the rose palace. Chaos fanaticism, affectionate kiss, beauty and charm, rock-breaking.
Petra, you won't be lonely anymore. I have seen your shallow smile in the natural clouds. The rocks that have been frosted for thousands of years are also warmed by your laughter. These rosy rocks, did you live for this moment and die for this moment?
I want you to tell me that I am the gentlest and most touching bride in your life, and I want you to tell me in Petra.
The next day, I think you will accompany me in the diaojiao building next to Phoenix.
Just an inconspicuous wrinkled collar and a village woman knitted by men and women.
The sky is still gloomy, I have been busy in the steaming kitchen, and millet porridge is slowly cooking. I am wearing a batik apron, humming your favorite folk songs gently, while making your favorite lazy cakes and dumplings quickly.
I quietly opened the creaking door, and it was dawn. I quickly picked some shallots in the small garden in the yard. The appearance of edamame is particularly attractive. After thinking about it, I took a small pile of dark blue skirts.
My hands were stained with the morning dew, and I returned to the stove with fragrance and provocation. I am still carefully peeling edamame, and I hear your heavy footsteps coming towards me. Passing by me, you messed up my carefully combed long hair with your heavy palms. I turn around and smile at you. You asked me cheerfully, "Wife, why do you get up so early?" .
Dear, I soaked this emerald-like bean rice and this pearl-like rice porridge with all my love. After a while, you will go to Tuojiang to punt alone. You should eat your stomach, and then send my affectionate wishes to the lovers who take our boat. Just because I love you deeply, I feel sorry for lovers in the world.
After a long time, I can also know that it is like this. Day after day, I personally bring you clear soup and white rice that I have carefully cooked for you, and then I look at you with a smile as if you were a beloved child.
On the third day, your husband and I both returned to China.
A chicken in the left hand and a duck in the right hand, carrying our fat doll on their backs.
Mother has been watching the village from a distance. And our father, once in a blue moon, is busy in a strange kitchen. Smiles are especially sweet in wrinkles.
"Finally back, finally back." The mother kept nagging with her little grandson. "Your mother didn't let me sleep well all night." Happily, my father didn't convey his meaning in some words. Mother pushed his wife: "Bad old man, look at the way you talk."
This is the happy hometown where you were born and grew up. This is our father and mother. My face is stretched out by my mother.
The lively villagers clamored to see Black Egg and his handsome wife. It's you this time. Your face is as red as a red apple in autumn.
My mother quietly dragged me to the back room. I watched my mother take out a small red bag from her pocket. Mom's eyes are shaking. My mother said to me, "Son, this is the ring my mother gave me." Come on, mom will put it on you. "My tears flow down like this, and I know that my mother has put your favorite in my palm since then.
On the fourth day, you would like to accompany me to the top of the mountain to count the stars.
This is just an unremarkable hill in my hometown. When I was young, my friends and I picked green bluegrass flowers here and red azaleas here.
We came here hand in hand. Mountain or mountain, water or water, but people are already the happiest people in the world.
"The stars in the sky are shining, and you are the brightest one in my eyes." You speak slowly in my ear, word by word. "I don't want to be a weaver girl, and you don't want to be a cowherd. We just want to get along with each other. " I snuggle up to your thick chest and speak slowly.
The night is ambiguous and dotted with stars. Occasionally, pale yellow fireflies pass by like no one's watching. The leaves rustle and the fragrance of the evening breeze is at your fingertips.
Slowly, you tell me the story of your childhood. Gently, I sing a song with no regrets in this life with you. The stars in the sky are getting clearer and brighter. Finally, even the moon is hidden in the starlight.
All the noise has quieted down. Everything melted into the thick moonlight night, and we gradually melted into this rich and warm grassland. The moonlight washed, and finally dyed our once moss white.
On the fifth day, we lived in seclusion in this fairy tale world, a paradise.
In the twilight, I began to dress up. Stepping on the mist, we came back from the arrow bamboo sea and dyed butterflies all the way. In the engraving mirror, thick long hair rolled up loosely. Dear you, slowly help me pin this silver butterfly in my black bun.
Put on this embroidered holiday robe, and I will gently turn around and let you match this gold belt that you and I have prepared for me from generation to generation. You quietly drew this eyebrow for me in this past life. The first ray of sunshine finally hit my eyes. I smile at you.
You bowed your head and kissed me deeply. The familiar smell came to my face, intoxicating and confusing the thick clothes in spring. Finally, I helped you tighten the knife around your waist. You press the matching knife and hug me with a bright smile. This Tibetan Dao inlaid with amethyst was polished by Fanghua for you 18 years. She is always only worth having.
The days are so long, the smart stream sings with the floating love songs. Friends are singing and dancing on the other side of the foothills, and relatives are busy making butter tea. The intoxicating green wine is still thyme. Dear, let me keep you in mind. Tonight, I will personally marry your second bride for you.
Will she still give you her Tibetan Dao, her incense? You made a deep promise to me: "I am still your only lover in this life." Tomorrow, you will also marry me to my second husband. This is not a special custom. Grandparents have always been like this. Why should I be sad?
This is a paradise on earth. Before the blurred night comes, under the blue sky and white clouds, let me be your most gentle and charming bride for the last time.
For five days, she and her men
■ Monday
The sun is the longest on this day.
Walk slowly down the hill until it gets dark.
She sat on the steps where the sun once sat.
Started smoking and woke up one by one.
Her people
Monday is as fresh as bamboo shoots.
So she thought of Qing.
That furry teenager
The boy slipped her a note across the grass in the playground.
A child who cries when a poem is touched.
Son, we are not children anymore.
If he stands in front of him,
She considered whether she should give him a kiss.
■ Tuesday
hide in the dark
The smoke didn't get cold last night.
She touched the match and struck it again and again.
Burn your fingers again and again
Then the story of yesterday.
She has entered the university.
Tail Chinese fir came and looked disconsolate.
The sunset behind him is as red as ripe grapes.
Drop at the touch.
She only remembers the soul at that time.
I did fly to the plane tree and look down.
Then there are countless pairs of eyes in the fog.
Countless pairs of hugging hands cling to parting.
Catch that white young man.
■ Wednesday
I can't sleep counting the jagged ribs.
She sat up.
Sadness climbed up along the cold back.
The car body is very light, like those street lamps outside the window.
Pure is a little unreal.
Today she will be a strong little goat.
Go out to eat alone
You will meet a cunning hunter.
He stood behind the tree when the gun went off.
Those tiny drops of blood were scattered on the grass.
Leaves are falling in the Woods and the sky.
Bright chest reflected on the lake
She closed her eyes and saw the hunter put away his gun.
Sprinkle salt on the wound again and again.
Take a sip of cigarette.
And then cough violently.
Cough out a long darkness
■ Thursday
It's cloudy at 28 degrees and rainy in Mao Mao.
She is wearing a cotton dress with suspenders.
Walk around the room
Don't eat, drink or touch toxic substances in smoke.
The body is extremely empty.
Sit hungry and sleep peacefully.
This made her feel a little warm.
Who should I give this gloomy night to?
Hungry people
Still eating your fingers?
He has a healthy stomach.
Enough to digest her black eyes.
Her stubbornness, all her enthusiasm
Like a bottomless pit
He can tell the age of the person who first met him.
She felt the desert approaching behind her.
■ Friday
Pass by the food market
She looked at the fish on the chopping block.
Draw the conclusion that the dead fish is happy.
The smell of braised fish wafted from next door.
She thought of the madness in the eyes of fish.
Min is also a fish.
Swimming in her fish tank
He licked her fingers gently with his eyes.
Spit bubbles at the rainbow and say hello to her.
She felt the despair of the little beast in his eyes.
Gradually deepen
We should take him to the market.
Go and see those dead brothers.
He will get up from the fish tank.
Shake off the water.
Put those scales away and walk out the door.
He will always be a lover.
■ Saturday
Live every day well.
She's calm.
I'm beginning to feel that I've never loved anyone.
Except myself.
Those people just live in paintings.
Sigh at a distance
She decided to cook a meal.
Then fall asleep in the sunset.
■ Sunday
reborn