The white dew is frost. The so-called iraqis, on the water side. Back to the backside, the road is blocked and long. Back from it, wan is in the middle of the water. The best way to do it is to give it up. The so-called yi people, in the water Mekong. Back to the backside, the road is blocked and goes up. The way back from, wan in the water. The white dew is not in the harvest. The so-called iraqis are in the water. Back to the back, the road is blocked and right. From it, wan is in the water. -- the book of songs by the qin dynasty

Back in the old days, in the wind of the boat, in the depths of the rain, the scene of the little bridge was like a titillating scroll. There was a vast expanse of smoke in the scroll, and the gulls floated lightly to the water, and the reeds floated softly, and I wanted to trace the beauty of the beautiful woman along the ancient lines of the book of songs.

"There are beautiful people in the west. Woven into a robe, the right and left of the two Juan." In the water, the white dew, the green of the water, I saw her touch. Her white dress, a beautiful smile looming, a small step, more than a golden lotus, a flowing skirt across the water, a gentle ripple. The image, like a faint fragrance, is full of fragrance. It is no wonder that young people who are obsessed with water are lost. The ancient simplicity is like her, the qing li like her, the soul like she, the life's poetry, a wispy.

On the one side of the water, the yi people stood in the eyes of the eyes, so touching, so undoing, at one glance, they are already drunk. But who knows that trace her youth, can only "fill the water, the pulse is not spoken." The distance between the ox and the weaver girl seems to be visible, but between the earth and the earth. It is this elusive beauty, unattainable mystery, how many men's hearts have been captured for thousands of years! People of the red dust always have a persistent yearning for what they can't find. Although we all know that love is a long superstition, some people are willing to believe it. Love is so, so is the world. "Life is dear, love is dearer." King's no, the li mo sorrow in jin yong's novel for love bloodlust? "The good of the heart, though it has never been repented." King's missing, qu zi's ideal for the vanilla beauty plunge into the miluo river? It is only that the persistence of li mo's sorrow is the bigotry of the blood and the river, and finally lost oneself and is pitiful. But qu zi's persistence was loyalty to the loyalty of the faithful, so he was able to live forever.

But who can say who's right and who's wrong, whether it's love or an obsession with ideals?

The beauty of the Iraqi people, through thousands of years, is still alive, even the common reed in the water, and the beauty of thousands of years. Perhaps one can not help but ask, how beautiful is this "yi man", is Yang guifei's national tilt of the city, or the silks of sable cicadas? The three hundred verses did not say, nor did anyone actually see them. From ancient coming all the way back, it is not just because of "the beauty of iraqis" and pursue her, na LanRong can tell which maybe something if there is a word "addictive not love light, cold place partial" I'm not prefer snow, but because of it in a cold place so wonderfully shows that it is different. Isn't that what we're looking for in the rejiri? The people who pursue the so-called "yi people" have long been a clear and unadulterated and unadulterated pavilion.

When as if I had becomes Jian Jia wind, wading party together with her, the birds started up wet with her clothes, her shy young girl on her eyebrow, autumn waters the eyes clear and bright, like falling in the water of the smile, quietly blooming in the reeds.