Red beans grow in the south. How many branches will they sprout when spring comes?
I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
In the alley, the fragrance of tea floats in the wind, making you thirsty. He walked in casually, and the woman who heard the words turned around and saw that she had jet-black hair, a peach-like face, and she couldn't hide her romantic appearance even in common clothes. She brought a cup of tea over and smiled lightly. This smile seems to have been spent a lifetime waiting for. She and him were just like the White Snake and Xu Xian meeting each other for the first time at West Lake. When they met, they seemed to have known each other before, but they already missed each other before they knew each other.
"Sir, it was your horse that kicked over my bamboo basket. Look at the wide road that leads straight to the sky, but you still let this hateful beast splash all over me with filth." This was the scene when they saw each other again. The woman raised her brows angrily. The man was still smiling and said, "Girl, you are so beautiful. You can't frown easily. I'll give you a new skirt in return. Don't be upset!" The man suddenly pulled the woman onto the horse, and the woman was shocked and at a loss.
Huiniang, believe me, I am the prince, and I will definitely come back to marry you. "Xiao Tong looked at Hui Niang firmly, and Hui Niang nodded, "Xiao Tong, I'm waiting for you, waiting for you to marry me back to the capital in a purple-covered incense car. Hui Niang said forbearingly, "I give you a pair of red beans. I hope you see beans as you see people." "After Xiao Tong took it, he turned around and rode away at full speed. Hui Niang's tears finally fell. Hui Niang knelt and bent over in the snow, her tears turning into ice drop by drop.
It was the snow season again. Hui Niang looked at the floating goose feathers and the heavy snow. It had been several years since he promised to come back and marry her with a purple-covered incense car. However, Hui Niang was still waiting. She didn't know whether her hopeless waiting was an obsession that she couldn't let go or a wishful thinking that she couldn't get.
As soon as the palace gate entered, it was as deep as the sea. From then on, Xiao Lang was a passerby.