dance like a butterfly

My hometown is on the endless Guanzhong Plain, [-] miles south of the majestic Qinling Mountains and the surging Weihe River.In spring, the mountain flowers bloom all over the mountains and twittering next to each other.In the blue sky, flocks of pigeons whistled and whirled high in the air.In the bushes by the river, turtledoves stretch their necks from time to time, lying vigilantly in the soft firewood to hatch their eggs.Magpies will stand on the high branches of poplar trees, combing their feathers and calling for friends.At that time, the peach blossoms were already crimson, and the pear blossoms were piled up at the foot of the mountain like snow.Year after year, my friends and I played various games excitedly in the spring fields, with a small basket full of shepherd's purse beside us.As I ran and ran, I grew up, gradually had concerns, and gradually felt lonely.Later, I began to dream, always dreaming that I was walking alone in the forest full of peach blossoms, with a feeling of waiting.Finally one day, I saw a middle-aged man sitting on a stone table under the peach tree.Next to him was a stone table, on which was steaming fragrant tea.The middle-aged man was dressed in white.Seeing me, he stood up with a big smile and talked to me.In the years of youth, in a hurry and in a hurry, many times, I have this dream over and over again.Now, I realize that there are many things that were really arranged by God long ago.I am destined to be a peach blossom in this life, I am destined to meet Lao Han, and I am destined to have a lifetime marriage with him!Since the promises written on the Sansheng Stone are so beautiful, why should I run away to get rid of them?Brother, I am yours and you are mine!From now on, no one will try to separate you from me. I will break you and break me, and then reshape you and remake me. There is you in me, and me in you!This is a complicated bouquet from the high sky, falling down piece by piece.The tiny wings of golden moths fluttered in the air.There was no sound, I only saw its golden wings dancing happily in the bright sky.I can also smell its long dark fragrance.It was a hot wind gradually coming from infinity, and it followed the golden rapeseed.Rapeseed flowers are slowly swaying in the wind and blooming all over the sky, and swarms of bees and butterflies are buzzing and dancing.Not far away, that peach red and that Li Bai are blinking their eyes by the small river under the green hills like Dai.This is the sound of rushing through the pages of my heart in spring.The sound poured down from the sky like a waterfall.Where the jade beads splashed, the dissatisfaction with Lao Han that had piled up in my heart turned into clouds and gradually drifted away, leaving only my persistent love for him, still chanting firmly under the cliff.If I were not Xiaohui, if Lao Zuo was not Lao Zuo, if Lao Han was not Lao Han, if I hadn't experienced this tortuous emotional road, my friends, you would not have seen this intriguing story.However, everything happened, far or near, at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, where the peach blossoms and plums are white, inside and outside the ancient city wall, and on the vast land of Guanzhong.In the dead of night, if you are willing to listen, let me talk about it bit by bit, until you are tired, until you are as excited as I am, and until the snow dances like a butterfly.Well, just now, listen to me tell the story of a young man and two mature men.Keywords: Old Han, Lao Zuo, Xiaohui, Zhang Wenqing, Tian Zhenzhen, Chen Hanzhang[/code]