风轻云淡落霞披， 万物犹怜说新语。 修得百年共枕眠 ， 百花深处共依偎 。 好一片温暖透亮的阳光，细细碎碎，穿透叶儿的缝隙 ，般般驳驳的折射在略带尘土的大地上。一片墨绿色的茶园，层层叠叠依山而傍，小溪从山间流过，轻轻的 ，轻轻的奔流不息。茶农们正忙着采茶 。仔细的摘下最嫩绿的那片叶，熟练轻巧的放入背后的背篓中。 美丽的少女啊，头戴暗黄结实的草帽 ，披一头紫色的头巾，遮盖的是一双清纯如水般善良的眼睛。长长翘起的睫毛，微红的脸颊 ，笔挺的鼻梁，薄薄如红玉般清秀的嘴唇，高挑如柳的身段 ，芊芊玉手正把茶叶来摘取。美丽的采茶女啊，你乌黑浓密的头发，什么时候才肯放下？你蒙着脸的面纱何时才取下？是不是因为夫人的规定 ，男女相见不得说话，女子不得取下方巾，所以才难以让世人一睹你俏丽的芳容？美丽的少女啊，你坚信世界必有一位属于你的男子吧？美丽的少女啊 ，你时常带在身边的手绢，绣的是纳兰的词吗？你时常把手绢看了又看，是否等什么人把它来拾起？ 那天 ，你取下面纱，扎着一条粗粗的辫子，带上绣着鸳鸯的手绢 ，推着一车的茶糕，来到小镇 。车水马龙，密集的人流 ，是否，是否有你想遇见的那位男子？：“买茶糕啦，又新鲜又好吃的茶糕！ ”你清亮甜美的声音是否能引来你梦中的那位男子？ 夜幕降临 ，茶糕也卖得差不多，于是你便匆匆推车往山上赶。一辆黑色轿车，停在你的对面，下来一位年青的男子 ，一身西洋服饰，清清爽爽的发型，精致的脸型 ，正直善良的目光。他匆匆的朝你的方向跑去，不小心撞倒了你的推车，你站不稳 ，随车一起倒下 。男子回头，一脸歉意，扶起你 ，抬起头，拾起你不小心掉地的手绢，他定眼一看 ，上面写道：“人生若只如初见，何事秋风悲画扇。”他看着你，一脸的惊艳，一脸的惊喜 ，只是天色已晚，没有清楚看见你的面容。姑娘，对不起 ，你的手绢！ 美丽的少女啊，你梦中的那位男子是否就是他？若人生只如初见，你是否相信这样的缘分？ 再一次的相遇 。又一个阳光明媚的早晨 ，那位男子一身茶农的打扮，在柔顺明亮的阳光下，在千年不变的轮回中 ，在绿意盈盈的春色吵，美丽的少女啊，你与他再一次相遇。你们擦身而过 ，慢慢慢慢的回过头，虽然你遮住了脸，可是依然眼眸清澈，不是深情 ，不是眷恋，而是一种熟悉的好感。 相识就是缘分 。缘分就是相识。即然有缘，你们就逃不出上天的安排。 那天 ，风雨大作，风云骤起，雷雨 ，敲击着每个人的心 。美丽的少女啊，那天你冒雨上山为爹爹采草药，不顾亲人的劝阻 ，直奔山间。男子担心你的安危，也随你的方向寻去。风，吹倒一棵又棵大树 ，雨，冲倒一块又一块石头，山间的泥土开始崩裂，无情的泥石流 ，仿佛注定成就你在山洞里的缘分。山洞里，靠着打火机点燃火柴微亮的光，你们紧紧的相依着 。谈心事 ，谈往事，谈对彼此的感觉。美丽的少女啊，你不是在做梦 ，你们的初见已经在纳兰的词中得到上天的祝福。促膝而谈，心，越来越近 ，情，越来越浓，洞口被风吹来的巨石压住 ，氧气越来越少，你们靠着彼此的鼓励，为了你们的爱情，为了你们的初吻 ，为了你们刻骨铭心的初恋，为了你们生生世世的盟约，爱情在你们坚定的话语中生根发芽 。 即是情深 ，奈何缘浅！美丽的少女啊，善良的你为何成为别人复仇的工具，沦落成别人复仇的棋子 ，一步一步将你逼向深渊。你用金子般的心，用真情，用亲情 ，用勇敢纯洁的心，用非凡的智慧，一次又一次感动着身边每个怨你恨你爱你的人 ，用你的坚持与善举感化着仇人石头般的心。可惜，终究一场大火，使你们生生分离 。 三年，三年里 ，物是人非，只是在他的记忆里，你的影子无处不在。美丽的少女啊 ，你又回到这个小镇来。卖茶糕！男子感觉这个场景好熟悉，拿起茶糕，尝一口 ，顿时往日各种初见的场景在心头涌起，那块手绢，纳兰的词 ，早春茶园的相遇，山洞中的初吻，都随着这个熟悉的味道温暖而动人的重温一遍 。眼泪流下来。美丽的少女啊 ，你为何躲避他呢？只是因为你脸被烧得面目全非？还是你怕你在他心中已不是以前的完美？男子啊，男子，你为何又如此了解你爱人的心？为了救你曾经的仇人，你把眼角膜献给了他。 一个看不见 ，一个不希望被看见，只是美丽的少女啊，你可知在他心里 ，你早是初见的美丽，你永远是初见的完美！
Feng light clouds lose, all things are told. It took a hundred years to a pillow, and the depths of the hundred flowers were in a total. A warm and translucent sunshine, finely broken, penetrate the gap of the leaf, the refuting reflection is on the land slightly dust. A green tea garden, layers overlapping it, flowing from the mountain, gently, gently running. Tea farmers are busy taking tea. Carefully pick up the most tender green leaves, proficient in the back of the back. Beautiful girl, head wearing dark yellow straw hat, sharing a purple headscarf, covering a pair of pure, kind, kind eyes. Long-tunded eyelashes, micro-red cheeks, strokes, thin nose, thin, bright, tall, tall, jade hand is picking tea. Beautiful tea girl, you are black and thick hair, when is it only willing? When will your face? Is it because of his regulations, men and women can't talk, the woman may not take the square towel, so it is difficult to let the world look at your pretty armament? Beautiful girl, do you firmly believe that there is a man who belongs to the world? Beautiful girl, you often take the handkerchief around you, embroidered is Nalan's word? When you often look at the handkerchief, have you waiting for someone to pick it up? That day, you took the veil, tied a coarse scorpion, put on embroidered handcuffs, pushing a car's tea cake, came to the town. Harm horse dragon, intensive people, is there any man you want to meet? : "Buy tea cake, fresh and delicious tea cake!" Can you clear the man in your dream? The night is coming, the tea cake is also selling, so you have a hurry to drive on the mountain. A black sedan, stops in your opposite, a young man, a western dress, a clear hairstyle, exquisite face, is a good look. He rushed to your direction and accidentally knocked down your cart. You stopped unstable, and fell with your car. The man looked back, apologize, raised you, lifted his head, pick you up, he accidentally looked at it, let's write: "If life is just like a new, he is like a sadness of the Sorrow fan." He Looking at you, a stunning, a surprise, just the sky is late, didn't see your face. Girl, sorry, your handkerchief! Beautiful girlIs the man in your dream? Is him? If life is only as you first, do you believe this fate? Once again meet. Another sunny morning, the man dressed in tea farmers, in the soft sunshine, in the millennium unchanged round, in the greenness of the spring, beautiful girl, you will meet with him again. You have passed, slowly slowly turning back, although you cover your face, but still eye is clear, not affection, not a love, but a familiarity. Game is the fate. The fate is acquaintance. Often, you can't escape the arrangement of God. That day, the wind and rain, the wind, thunderstorm, tapped the hearts of everyone. Beautiful girl, that day, you took the mountain to take the medicine, not care about the relatives of your loved ones, straight to the mountains. The man is worried about your safety and looks in with your direction. The wind, blowing down a big tree, rain, down a piece of stone, the soil of the mountain began to crack, ruthless mudslide, as if it is destined to achieve the fate of you in the cave. In the cave, lighter light on the lighter, you are tight. Talk about things, talk about the past, talk about each other's feelings. Beautiful girl, you are not dreaming, your first saw have been blessed in the word Nalan. Talking, heart, getting closer, love, more and more strong, the cave is pressed by the wind blowing, the oxygen is getting less and less, you rely on each other, for your love, for your first kiss For your unforgettable first love, in order to bother the world of the world, love is budged in your firm words. That is, the feelings, what is the bride! Beautiful girl, kind, why you become a tool for other people's revenge, fall into a chess pieces of others, step by step, one step, one step, you will force you to aby. You use the golden heart, use the true feelings, use your family, use the brave pure heart, use extraordinary wisdom, once again move around every blame, you hate people who love you, use your insistence and good lift and enemies Stone heart. Unfortunately, they will live a fire that makes you separated. Three years, three years, things are people, just in his memory, your shadow is everywhere. Beautiful girl, you go back to this town. Sell tea cake! The man feels so familiar with this scene, picking up the tea, tastes the mouth, and the scenes of the past, in the heart, the handcuffs, Nalan's words, the early spring tea garden, the caveThe primary kiss, allocated with this familiar taste warm and moving. Tears flows down. Beautiful girl, why do you avoid him? Just because your face is burned, is it? Or are you afraid that you are not the perfection in his heart? Men, man, why do you know so much about your lover? In order to save you the enemy, you dedicate your cornea to him. One can't see, I don't want to be seen, just a beautiful girl, you know in his heart, you have been beautiful, you are always perfect!
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