Perhaps tired of the neon red and green modern fashion, perhaps to avoid the world of noise in pursuit of retro fashion, the streets and alleys often wear cheongsam women, or high pull hair, or tied into a delicate braid, painted with light makeup, just like a floating poem, but also like a fresh flower, with the classical atmosphere of the distant Jiangnan, came in style. The kind of not openly show the mountain, the woman's exquisite, charming to the bottom of the eye, which reveals not only the past of the past can not be traced back to China, but also the indestructible gracefulness.
That a classical and delicate, bring me not only the visual impact, more is the soul of the deep knock. Women wear it, as if China's thousands of years of accumulation of timelessness and elegance, in the body to focus on the embodiment of no one piece of clothing can be given to a woman so "nine curves and three curves," the chic charm. Friends see me obsessed with cheongsam, they invited me to join the cheongsam association, I smiled and politely refused. She did not know that my heart's favorite things, is not willing to easily mention with people, as if hidden in the depths of the heart, the party is the expression of its deep love, respect, but also commitment.
The first encounter with the cheongsam was when I read Eileen Chang's novel "Small Reunion" in college.
Not interested in the autobiographical novel of Eileen Chang herself, I just love one of the clothes: "Ivory-colored silk printed with a black phoenix, mixed with dark purple feathers". When I first read it, my soul was drawn away from it, and the milky white and black purple softly blended to create an elegant color, which has been y entrenched in my heart since then, setting off all the imaginings I had when I was a teenager about the flow of the cheongsam's dark scent. Later, I saw the movie "Spring in a Small Town", "Angel on the Road", and the movie "Flowering Years" starring Maggie Cheung, the main character in the movie, a piece of finely crafted cheongsam makes people feel amazing, and only the cheongsam material described in "Little Reunion" makes me desirous of the cheongsam material. At that time, Eileen Chang designed her own clothes, using big red, onion green, lemon yellow, and rose red Guangdong clay cloth to show her shocking courage, and she used bright and shining colors to dispel the humble, obscure, and unhappy self inside that she had been since she was a child. Through the veil of the passing years, I seem to see Zhang Eileen cheongsam wrapped in a body, her eyebrows are vainly written with fine lonesomeness and sadness. She lazily looked at the hands of the threadbare book, a line of words and phrases lost in the lonely well, that a wrapped her body and soul of the cheongsam, containing smoke and misty, from the bone marrow has been flowing in the delicate fingertips, noble with an innate coldness.
I'm not a writer, but I can read you in the works;
I'm not in the Republic of China, but only in the paper will be sent deep feelings.
I have read in a book: China's generations, counting, still counting the Wei and Jin men flow elegant, the Republic of China when the woman warm and sentimental. Why do you say that the Republic of women gentle? I think it is the cheongsam that constitutes their spirit and beauty. I have seen the old photos of that era, none of them are dressed in cheongsam, gorgeous and dignified women: Hu Die, Xie Wanying, Ruan Lingyu, Lu Xiaoman ......
In the book "Lin Huiyin biography", from the included `photographs, I think that Lu Xiaoman always lost Lin Huiyin by a cut, the photo of the fox-skin neckerchief of the rich and noble effect seems to be unable to beat the simple Lin Huiyin. The richness of the fox-skin scarf in the photo seems to be no match for Lin Huiyin's simple cotton cheongsam. Only a mature woman like Lin Huiyin, who had both internal and external qualities, could complement the cheongsam, while Lu Xiaoman's luxury was not something that could be adorned with expensive items. When possessing the private customized products of talent, learning and cultivation that belong exclusively to an individual, then the temperament she emits will cover up every piece of valuable out-of-body objects. As Chen Danqing said: "The human temperament is often closer to the art than the talent".
When the wind of the small town cheongsam rolled in, I often through the dust of the years, go to the book to encounter that a sleeve of quiet, elegant, beautiful, as well as hidden in the hearts of women in the Republic of China that the deep and shallow matters of the heart, and slowly savor the flavor of the old days. Occasionally, also go out and quietly stand under the stage to appreciate the small town organized by the "cheongsam show" activities, along with the cheongsam beauty to the scenic area to show the face of the peach blossoms reflecting the red wonderful scenery, to see the cheongsam with the delicate pen picky outlined the delicate curves of the female, but I declined to take part in any form of public walks.
Often, in the street corner, in the restaurant, in the square and even in the mahjong room, inadvertently encountered cheongsam, to see them wearing the classical in my heart, eating spicy bunches, smoking and drinking, twisting the elderly dance, clamor and play cards ...... I will be y lowered, hurriedly sidelong glance and go. At that moment, I was familiar and unfamiliar with the cheongsam, in a place very close to each other, on the road far away from each other.
No one knows, cheongsam for me, is a quiet and introverted, light wind brushing the face of a kind of classical sentiment, is a kind of positive and elegant attitude towards life, is that I am looking for a piece of serenity in life, dialogue with the self, access to the positive energy of the original Confucian culture. As the writer Ye Qingcheng said: "calm and seductive, classical hidden sexy, wear cheongsam woman always Qingyan as a flower word."
When the breeze has not yet lifted the dress, I have sensed the flavor of the cheongsam, which is my unspoken understanding with the cheongsam.
Smoke and dust dispersed, the flow of time, I will eventually grow old, old to the end, three or two friends, a cup of tea, then, I was dressed in a cheongsam, the quiet shadow of the sinking Bikini, the material is cold, let the time pass, and the splendor still exists.