Dressing Biography

Where am I, why is it so cold, my body is shivering from the cold.I opened my eyes slightly, and it turned out that it was snowing, and the overwhelming snow covered everything in the world.Looking around, I can see the endless white, so white that my eyes are dazzled.I held the snow in my hand and watched them glow with colorful light.I remembered that my aunt told me that when I was born, the snow in the winter moon was still drifting into the spring day.As soon as I let go of my hands, snowflakes fluttered to the ground, reflecting the dazzling light.

I looked up, looked at the snowflakes all over the sky, turned around, and a house appeared behind me, with white snow covering the eaves.I remember, my aunt said that when I entered the mansion, the snow was so heavy.I lifted my foot, took a step forward, and made a deep footprint, and I could clearly see the shape of my toes.But the soles of my feet are not cold at all.Lifting my foot again, I stepped to the door.Obviously, this is a side door, not too big, and the distance between them is side-by-side.I stepped on it, stretched out my hand, and before I touched the door, a gust of cold wind passed through my body and blew towards the door, opening the door.The cold wind pierced through my body, and I felt a chill, so I shook my body and continued to step in.As soon as I lowered my head, I found that my bare feet had an extra pair of warm and solid cotton shoes.I tilted my head to look at these thick cotton shoes and smiled.I remember one winter, my aunt took me to sit by the fire in the kitchen.My aunt compared my feet with her hands, and said that she wanted to make me a pair of cotton shoes for the winter. I thought, this pair should be the ones on my feet.

I stepped into the mansion happily, and when I turned around, the side door was gone, and even the white snow that had accumulated on the eaves disappeared.Turning around, I saw my aunt's kitchen.The wooden barrels by the well were still there, and someone who split the firewood piled it up at the base of the wall in uneven sizes.A few strands of gray smoke were belching coldly from the chimney.I closed my eyes and smelled it. The stew should be old duck soup, sour and delicious.I couldn't help but go in, there was no one in the kitchen, and I saw all kinds of delicacies on the table: sweet and sour pork ribs, braised pork, dry-stir-fried pork belly, braised pork with pickled vegetables, and pig's trotters in sauce. . .All the dishes whet my appetite.I pursed my lips, licked my tongue, and swallowed my saliva, but I still didn't dare to pick up the pair of chopsticks that seemed to be specially prepared for me.I took a step forward and took a step back, and finally didn't know whether to advance or retreat.Hungry twittering made the cowardly me exit the fragrant kitchen.I remember that in this house, I can't eat indiscriminately, or I will be scolded.

I looked around again in the small courtyard of the kitchen, and felt that something was missing?Sometimes it's chirping, sometimes it's loud, sometimes it's soft-spoken.what is it then?I tilted my head and saw a barrel of cool water in the wooden barrel, reflecting the blue sky.I looked up and saw that the sky above the kitchen patio was azure blue without a cloud, as if it was covered by a piece of blue cloth.Suddenly, a plump cloud squeezed in, followed by one, two and three, all drifting past my eyes.I stretched out my hand and grabbed the tail of the last one.It twisted its body and broke free from my palm, but the tail stayed in my palm.I opened my palm and looked at the white cotton that was pulled from the white cloud. Thinking that I was very hungry just now, I swallowed it in one gulp, and gulped it down like drinking water.

I walked out of the kitchen, stepped casually, and stepped onto a small path.I seem to hear the sound of ding ding dong dong water beads beating.But I can't find where these naughty water beads are.I hopped along the green grass beside the path, and guessed a rock that almost moved me.I picked up the small stone and found that it weighed a thousand kilograms. I couldn't lift it no matter what, so I just sat on it to rest.I propped my little head on my hands and looked at the path, as if walking with someone.Suddenly the small stone under the buttocks moved.I stood up and found that the little stone laughed, and then burrowed into the green grass like a gopher.

I continued to walk, and found that the green grass had turned into a golden piece. I took a step, and one flower bloomed. I don’t know how long I walked, but I found that all the chrysanthemums along the way were in bloom, as if laying a golden chrysanthemum for me. carpet.I happily jumped up and down on it, and the flowers were also tough, no matter how much I trampled on them, they never lost a petal, not like real flowers, like a yellow blanket embroidered on the ground.But I know they are real, because I closed my eyes and smelled the strong scent of chrysanthemums.When I closed my eyes, there was a crisp sound in my ears.I closed my eyes and walked slowly, the voice became more and more clear, and finally it passed by my ear, and I could clearly hear the voice saying: "The orchids are beautiful, the chrysanthemums are fragrant, and the beautiful women are unforgettable."

I opened my eyes, thinking what does this mean?When I lowered my head, I realized that I was walking on the road of pebbles. When I looked back, there was no carpet made of golden chrysanthemums.I looked up, the sky was still so blue.

When I came to the pond, I saw a series of bubbles floating on the surface of the water, causing ripples. I felt a little scared in vain, and I couldn't help taking a few steps back.A few fish suddenly jumped out of the water, ran to the blue sky, turned into white clouds, and escaped.When I saw the pond again, it was already full of lotus flowers, each blooming beautifully, crowded around, and I couldn't see the green lotus leaves.I seem to hear the lotus flowers arguing about who is the most beautiful.I don't think they are beautiful.But one day, they will all wither.Who knows, as soon as I finished thinking about it, the blooming lotus flowers all withered.There is a green lotus field, and a lotus flower with only two or three petals in the middle of the pond is particularly beautiful.I liked it a little, and as soon as I stretched out my hand, the lotus flower reached my palm, a small one, not as big as one of my nail shells.As soon as the breeze blows, it dances with the wind, and I can't catch it. I can only watch its weak petals scattered in the pond one by one, turning into a leafy boat. Many butterflies, bees, dragonflies, and even small The ants are all sitting in it, sailing away.I watched them by the pool, and after a while they disappeared into the airtight lotus leaves.

Suddenly, I heard a rustling shaking sound.I saw a maple leaf waving its hundreds of little hands to greet me.I walked over, picked up the little hands that had been shaken off the ground, and stuck them back to its branches one by one.After a while, I returned all the maple leaves on the ground.Before I left, the maple tree waved to me again, saying goodbye.I didn't look back, afraid that if I saw the little maple leaves all over the place again, I couldn't help but post them back.

Walking on the veranda, it was silent, but I heard the noise. I don't know why, but I smiled very reassuringly. I never reached the end of the stride, not afraid that someone would rush out and rush me.

Seeing a rockery in the distance, the good mood along the way was swept away immediately.I stopped for a while, thinking that I should flatten it so as not to be an eyesore.In the blink of an eye, the rockery really disappeared.I walked over curiously and found that the rockery became smaller.I played with it in my hand, and with one last sprint, I threw it far away.When I left, the rockery popped up again, standing still.

Walking past a house, I heard the sound of reading aloud, but when I probed in, no one saw it.There are various calligraphy and paintings on the table.Some I know and some I don't.I wandered around, picked one and put it in my cuffs, then took out my pen and ink, swiped a large pen on a piece of snow-white paper, clapped my hands, and walked away with a breeze.The cool wind passed through the window lattice and blew up the paper I was writing on. Under the sun, it fell to the ground with the words: I am here for a visit.

Slowly, I came to a courtyard, and as soon as I entered, I saw the bluestone courtyard with headaches. I shook my head and saw the sun shining brightly, which gave people a headache.I hurried out of the yard and left without looking back.

There are so many courtyards here, each with a different view.But I just swept it away, and I always feel that there is nothing that I can miss.Until I walked into a yard and saw a hanging chair shaking slightly.I walked over and sat down, stretched my body and relaxed my mind.Open your eyes again, and the blue sky becomes full of stars in a blink of an eye.This one squeezes that one, and that one bumps into this one, as if fighting for the best position.I was shaking the hanging chair and felt that the yard was good, when suddenly a small butterfly flew to my nose.I dare not move, for fear of startling it.It just stood still, and I stared at it with cross-eyed eyes.I think this butterfly is also tired like me?So stand still.Then, a pleasant sound of the piano awakened the little butterfly. It flapped its wings and flew away tremblingly.I watched it fly into the night sky and become one of the stars, the brightest one.

The sound of the piano didn't stop, I rested for a while, regained my energy, and slowly got up and walked towards the place where the sound of the piano came from.Pushing open the door, I saw a beautiful lady playing the piano.But she lowered her head, and I couldn't see her face clearly.I felt that I knew it, so I walked over hastily, and boldly stretched out my hand to lift her face.Her face is blank, without facial features, but I think she is smiling at me, and she smiles beautifully.

I stretched out my other hand, and gently wiped her eyebrows with the pulp of my thumb, and said, "I remember your eyebrows. When you smile, it's like a wicker bent by the spring breeze, wrapping around my heart." Her eyebrows popped out.Then, I brushed her eyes, and said: "I remember your eyes. The long, black wings protect a pair of smart big eyes, and the stars are shining so I can't bear to look directly at them." Her sleeping wings fluttered Opened, a pair of bright and dark eyes flickered.I touched the bridge of her nose again, and said, "I remember your nose. It stands tall and upright here, and I want to touch it every time." Her nose wings began to stir, and I felt hot air flowing between my fingertips.Finally, I stayed on her lips and said, "I remember your lips. It's rosy, soft and sweet, which makes me linger." Her red lips slowly emerged under my fingertips.I smiled and looked at her, and she also looked at me with crooked eyebrows.I didn't move my hand, but leaned down, saw my appearance clearly in her big smart eyes, and thought: So I look like this.When I was close to her lips, I added: "I still remember your name. Your name is Liang Shiqin, the person on my heart. Please remember my name, I am Chang Yi." Kissed without hesitation.Sure enough, her lips were soft, tender, fragrant and beautiful.I really don't want to leave.

When I opened my eyes suddenly, my vision was blurred, and when I slowly saw clearly, I saw her on the tip of my heart.She laughed and I laughed too.

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Remember to remember that after changing clothes, the baby finally wakes up. After this chapter, it will return to the perspective of changing clothes. Please pay attention