Ji Mei Taohuayuan Square Dance

Buddha said that people had previous lives, I am a petal, and I come from a colorful peach blossom. I have experienced this magical III. In these three years, I met three women as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade. They are elegant and magical, but they have different styles. When the peach died for the first time, I was a petal on a peach tree in the suburbs. In the distance, a young woman pretended to be ordinary. She has a bamboo basket in one hand and a lovely child in the other. And near, she seems to have some hidden pain, frowning. Advocating drifting, the children held their heads high and blinked their innocent eyes and said, Mom, shall we go sightseeing? The young woman sighed, noncommittally. She looked back again and seemed to see me. She sang: peaches fly away and burn their glory. The girl is going to get married and be happy at her husband's house. Peach flies away ... I'm still intoxicated, but I feel the lingering sound. Just want to chat a few words, only to find that slightly sad young woman has gone far, leaving only a figure in the sunset. I looked up, the sun was still setting on the horizon, and there were large brocade-like rosy clouds, so amazing, so blurred and so intoxicating. She is quiet and simple, as sad as water. The second time, I was a petal on a peach tree in Pujiu Temple. Quietly, a girl came who didn't finish wearing plain clothes. She is followed by a matchmaker, and she is Cui Yingying. But after seeing her burn a few incense sticks, she leaned against the sticks and sighed, as if she were emotional. Zhang Sheng sang in the dark: Moonlight melts into night, flowers bloom silently in spring. Yingying can't help but sigh, what a fresh poem. I will make one according to the rhyme. The matchmaker was secretly happy. Yingying sings: Gui Lan has been lonely for a long time and has nothing to do with Fang Chun. People who are expected to sing should pity others. Every sentence is fresh, the rhythm is neat, every sentence is like a complaint, and the beads are round and smooth. Zhang walked out of the corner, but went back with the help of the matchmaker, leaving only cold hair, flowers and months, and lovesickness. She is warm, rebellious, gentle and quiet. The third time, I came to the Grand View Garden. I have always thought that this must be a bustling land of flowers and willows, a gentle and precious hometown. But one day, the charming woman-Lin Daiyu came. She took a flower hoe and a silk bag, but her watery eyes were as red as swollen peaches. Baoyu must have made her angry again. I can't help secretly blaming her for being sentimental. Everywhere is red, which can't help adding a little sadness. She sang softly: flowers wither, flowers fly all over the sky, and the fragrance dies without pity. The hair is soft and fragrant, and the hair falls and touches the embroidered curtain. ..... I found myself wrong, her voice was obviously helpless, and there seemed to be some complaints and resistance. From her words, I seem to feel the pain of swallowing gold, the pain of jumping into a well, and the pessimism and despair of becoming a monk in youth. Daiyu said, "Leng Yue buried the flower soul." Who is the soul of flowers? Daiyu naturally compares herself. She is sensitive and fragile, and her literary talent is flying. I'm back. I have lived through these three lives and met three strange girls. I am very considerate. A gust of wind blows, falls and falls. I fell from the sky, so beautiful. My life is over again. There seems to be a chant in the distance: falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more. Are you bosom friends? ...