32-step square dance

I am a free and easy white lotus, which grows in fairyland and falls on the shore of Qingshui Lake. Bathed in the morning breeze, bathed in the morning sun, shining every year. He is a swordsman from Jianghu, but he is also unruly in Wulin. The song is perfect, and the sword falls in the dust every day. I still remember that day-that day, Qingshui Lake was blue and covered with green clothes and green covers. I am slim and graceful, with a faint fragrance, and my white clothes are beautiful in the summer sunshine. I still remember that day-that day, the flute sounded in Qingshui Lake and Jian Qing in white danced. He was dressed in white, with a dignified knife-shaped eyebrow and an antique sword shining behind him. The faint sunshine enveloped him warmly, and his clothes floated lightly with the wind, like a piece of transparent snow. He just looked at me quietly. What haunts the shore of Qingshui Lake is the flute he plays, and his eyes are full of deep feelings that can't be turned away ... My smiling eyes are unconsciously filled with his bright and deep eyes. Suddenly, the flute sounded low, and his brow overflowed with unspeakable sadness. Suddenly, I felt a pain in my heart, but I was at a loss and didn't know where I was. Yes, this is a special feeling. From the first moment I saw him, I had a special feeling-a familiar feeling, like a lifetime ago. I am forgetful and want to comfort him with gentle eyes. For a long time, he finally smiled slightly. Suddenly, we seem to forget everything … until the sun goes down. The next day, he arrived as promised, and his warm and tall hand reached out and gently folded me down. White clothes rustling, sword in hand, holding flowers in his hand, he is more and more imposing. I never knew-the tenderness of a lotus seed is like inextricably linked, lingering and endless. He got on the horse, held me in his arms and rode away. I was surrounded by his warm breath and almost suffocated by sweetness. At that moment, white clothes beat snow, and the sound of hooves. My white and dust-free face turned red. He took me to a valley not far from Qingshui Lake. Build a thatched cottage in the mountains, and keep lotus flowers as companions in your spare time. Lotus seeds are red and blue, lotus flowers bloom and fall, and life is comfortable. And I, bearing the laws of heaven, am reincarnated as a lotus every year, just for those warm and tall hands. I once heard the Bodhisattva say that there is such a thing as "love" in the world. In the depths of love, life and death can be taken for granted. If you break your love, you will not be far from the Buddha. And I, who have agreed with heaven for five years, is coming soon. In order to punish me for bearing the laws of heaven, the Bodhisattva, who is in charge of the creatures in the world, plunged me into the bottom of Qingshui Lake. No more flowers! If the body is flying, the gas is so weak. I withered helplessly ... by the warm clear water lake, he took out Yu Di again and played for the last time. And I have slowly, slowly, sunk into the bottom of the lake ... "No matter where you go, I will follow you. This time, I will not be separated from you again." He clung to my sinking body and babbled in my ear. Rouman's flute surrounded the unfeeling cliff by Qingshui Lake, and gradually turned into a shrill voice ... "No, don't ..." I was shocked. But before the words were finished, he touched my hand and fell down at once. In the sky, dark clouds covered the brilliance of the sun ... for a long time, Qingshui Lake was calm. There is a bloody sword by the lake, and the blood on the sword has already solidified. No one knows whose sword this is. No one knows what happened on Qingshui Lake. After thousands of turns, I still can't be together. After the punishment of III expired, I chose to leave quietly and return to the celestial world. I asked the Bodhisattva to turn me into a lotus flower and land in Qingshui Lake. Because, I know, he has lived there alone for three times. After another thousand years of reincarnation, I became a lotus beside the clear water. It's just that I'm not free anymore, and I don't care about it at all. I always, when crossing the deserted pier, can't help but stop and look back at the lonely road. Just waiting for that unforgettable white dress ... every time I shed tears in my dream, I didn't dry it in the morning. Rolling blankly on the lotus leaf. After a long time, a young man with a long sword came in a canoe. He must stare at each lotus for a long time. The young sword's face is strikingly similar to his. The lotus boat rocked gently, and he finally left. When the sword boy left, he sang softly-"Ask the lotus root, how many silks are there, and who does the lotus know to suffer for?" ..... "Yes, in the middle of any strange lake. What we see are green dresses, green covers and lotus waves. But who knows? Who is suffering from the depths of lotus seed? Lotus gives birth to lotus, and lotus is bitter in heart. Who knows why? Lotus root is lotus root, even if the lotus root is broken, who will connect the silk? After thousands of years of reincarnation, I have always insisted that no matter how thin love is, there will be a day near, flashing in the starry sky. This process is both a test and an excavation. It is a kind of mutual understanding and a conclusion. Every step I take is accompanied by another footprint. And the owner of that footprint, his name is Xiao Baiyi!