How About Marrying Me When My Hair Grows to My Waist?
by Sulian
About This Novel
In the most beautiful years, meet the person you love most in Jiangnan and share romance. In the spring breeze, the bead curtains are rolling. In the poetry and classics, explore the tenderness and passion of Jiangnan, those beauties, romance legends, and the memories about you and me in our past and present lives. Love is silent and comes back thousands of times; love is silent and joyful. The wind blows and spreads, traveling all over the south of the Yangtze River, passing through the world with various customs. I finally know that your affectionate arms are the best harbor in my life. When my hair reaches my waist and you come back, will you marry me? I only hope that my poetry, calligraphy, music, and painting will be good to you. I hope the years will be quiet and peaceful, and I will grow old with you.
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When your hair grows to your waist, how about I give you a pair of scissors?
Gardenia blossoms, white every night Who hangs the instructions on the branches? Moss around the door Jealous or shy, choked or cheerful Knock the dream into black and white Is it spring over there too? That green skirt is lingering in the wind Shining with the faint moonlight her eyes Is it still a fragrant attitude? Staring from east to west Clouds in the blue sky condense on the treetops When the wind blows, you will not hesitate to The whiteness scattered all over the floor I smell the fragrance of flowers in the wind
When my hair reaches my waist, how about marrying me as a young man?
Love is speechless, it comes back thousands of times; love has no depth, it is joyful in silence. The wind blows and spreads, traveling all over the south of the Yangtze River, passing through the world with various customs. I finally know that your affectionate arms are the best harbor in my life. When my hair reaches my waist, will you marry me when you return? I only hope that my poetry, calligraphy, music, and painting will be good to you. I only hope that the years will be peaceful and I will grow old with you.
Who knows that it is engraved into time, just like some images in life, the final dullness, just because the flowing light makes all the beauty engraved into the bone marrow, by then, we can not say love, only companionship😹👍
I feel dizzy when I read it. Is it because I don't have enough moral knowledge, or is it because your writing is too clever? Every sentence, write a little bit here and a little bit there. What do you think the harmony is?
I'll marry you if you wait for ten miles of red makeup.
I like this book very much. The beautiful words and beautiful pictures complement each other very well, and it makes people can't help but calm down and taste it.
How long will my hair grow?
"When I rule the world, I promise you that the world will be your home; I have spent half my life in the army, and I allow you to talk about Sangma together; When I become successful and famous, I promise you to spend time and money; When I am famous all over China, I promise you to sing and ride horses; When my string breaks and the sound collapses, I promise you blue hair and gray hair; When I am proud of myself, I will promise you a red wedding dress; Treat me with glory and wealth, and promise you ten miles of peach blossoms; When I put on my cassock, I will allow you to let go of your lovesickness;" You have ruled the world and the world knows you. Where is my home? You have been in the army for half your life and have never looked for me. How can you talk to me about sangma? You have become famous, promoted and supported the government, how can you allow me to spend time and money? You are already famous all over China, and girls are obsessed with you. How can you allow me to sing and ride horses? You have broken your strings and your voice has been broken, and your heart belongs to you. How can you allow me to have blue hair and white hair? You are so proud and far away from me, how can you allow me to marry in a red dress? You are already prosperous and wealthy, how can you allow me to have a happy life? You have not yet put on your cassock, and there is no news from you. How can I let go of my lovesickness? My love is just beginning, waiting for my hair to reach my waist When my hair reaches my waist, I will hold my son's hand and grow old together. Give me ten miles of red makeup, a wedding dress with red clouds, and promise me a prosperous life I don't want prosperity all my life, I just want one heart, waiting for one person to return The flowers are blooming on the street, but I am returning slowly. My hair has grown to my waist. I have been waiting for you for a long time. Where are you? The water flows slowly, the time spent by two people, and the memories of one person: Recalling the time when I took advantage of the good spring to fly kites Recalling the past, I should send you my love this year Recalling the time when I stood by the window listening to the rain and admiring the haze A person walked through the ten miles of peach blossoms, recalling the falling peach blossoms, the shy and charming girl, and the handsome man. You promised me long hair to reach my waist, and we would meet under the peach blossoms ten miles away, but why did we meet again on a broken bridge? Tell me to let go of my lovesickness?
When my hair reaches my waist, will you marry me?
The writing is so beautiful. It's really a book worth reading.
I feel like the writing is very good! ! ! Come on, author!
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Official(35)Scraped 4d ago
When your hair grows to your waist, how about I give you a pair of scissors?
Gardenia blossoms, white every night Who hangs the instructions on the branches? Moss around the door Jealous or shy, choked or cheerful Knock the dream into black and white Is it spring over there too? That green skirt is lingering in the wind Shining with the faint moonlight her eyes Is it still a fragrant attitude? Staring from east to west Clouds in the blue sky condense on the treetops When the wind blows, you will not hesitate to The whiteness scattered all over the floor I smell the fragrance of flowers in the wind
When my hair reaches my waist, how about marrying me as a young man?
Love is speechless, it comes back thousands of times; love has no depth, it is joyful in silence. The wind blows and spreads, traveling all over the south of the Yangtze River, passing through the world with various customs. I finally know that your affectionate arms are the best harbor in my life. When my hair reaches my waist, will you marry me when you return? I only hope that my poetry, calligraphy, music, and painting will be good to you. I only hope that the years will be peaceful and I will grow old with you.
Who knows that it is engraved into time, just like some images in life, the final dullness, just because the flowing light makes all the beauty engraved into the bone marrow, by then, we can not say love, only companionship😹👍
I feel dizzy when I read it. Is it because I don't have enough moral knowledge, or is it because your writing is too clever? Every sentence, write a little bit here and a little bit there. What do you think the harmony is?
I'll marry you if you wait for ten miles of red makeup.
I like this book very much. The beautiful words and beautiful pictures complement each other very well, and it makes people can't help but calm down and taste it.
How long will my hair grow?
"When I rule the world, I promise you that the world will be your home; I have spent half my life in the army, and I allow you to talk about Sangma together; When I become successful and famous, I promise you to spend time and money; When I am famous all over China, I promise you to sing and ride horses; When my string breaks and the sound collapses, I promise you blue hair and gray hair; When I am proud of myself, I will promise you a red wedding dress; Treat me with glory and wealth, and promise you ten miles of peach blossoms; When I put on my cassock, I will allow you to let go of your lovesickness;" You have ruled the world and the world knows you. Where is my home? You have been in the army for half your life and have never looked for me. How can you talk to me about sangma? You have become famous, promoted and supported the government, how can you allow me to spend time and money? You are already famous all over China, and girls are obsessed with you. How can you allow me to sing and ride horses? You have broken your strings and your voice has been broken, and your heart belongs to you. How can you allow me to have blue hair and white hair? You are so proud and far away from me, how can you allow me to marry in a red dress? You are already prosperous and wealthy, how can you allow me to have a happy life? You have not yet put on your cassock, and there is no news from you. How can I let go of my lovesickness? My love is just beginning, waiting for my hair to reach my waist When my hair reaches my waist, I will hold my son's hand and grow old together. Give me ten miles of red makeup, a wedding dress with red clouds, and promise me a prosperous life I don't want prosperity all my life, I just want one heart, waiting for one person to return The flowers are blooming on the street, but I am returning slowly. My hair has grown to my waist. I have been waiting for you for a long time. Where are you? The water flows slowly, the time spent by two people, and the memories of one person: Recalling the time when I took advantage of the good spring to fly kites Recalling the past, I should send you my love this year Recalling the time when I stood by the window listening to the rain and admiring the haze A person walked through the ten miles of peach blossoms, recalling the falling peach blossoms, the shy and charming girl, and the handsome man. You promised me long hair to reach my waist, and we would meet under the peach blossoms ten miles away, but why did we meet again on a broken bridge? Tell me to let go of my lovesickness?
When my hair reaches my waist, will you marry me?
The writing is so beautiful. It's really a book worth reading.
I feel like the writing is very good! ! ! Come on, author!
