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Prose with fluttering skirts
In high school, I fell in love with Sanmao's words, and I fell in love with Sanmao's long skirt. That kind of casual romance, freedom and uninhibited, like an unattainable dream, is full of endless fantasies and expectations for that ankle-length cotton skirt. It is so far away from me, but like a seed, it takes root in my young mind and grows sturdily with age.

"You are not a hero until you reach the Great Wall", and you are not a hero without a long cotton dress. This fallacy seems a bit irrelevant, but it has always been so stubborn. For a long time, that long cotton dress dominated my dream. I always think that a woman in a long skirt is like a woman who must have long hair. Wearing a long skirt on the body will make women breed infinite amorous feelings and charm, and the whole body will exude the same fragrance and warmth as the warm sun in autumn.

I read an article saying that a woman went to Jiangsu on business and saw a long skirt shop. There are many colors and styles. Everything made her fondle admiringly. After repeated selection, I finally chose four I like, and I was very excited to get the treasure. I think that woman has an unsolved love affair with the long skirt like me. At that moment, I could feel the happiness that she couldn't say. Because I often have such moments, because I bought a favorite book, a warm hat and a beautiful hair band, and that kind of mood is actually no less than seeing a long-lost lover.

The first long skirt was bought in Guilin, with a pink peacock tail pattern. Others go sightseeing in Guilin. And what I'm "drunk" is not wine, but a long skirt. Walking the streets, just to find a dream dress. I believe I will find it in Guilin. Although Sanmao, who lit my dream of a long skirt, crossed the Sahara desert, I think Jiangnan town is its hometown. In the stone alleys covered with moss on both sides, the skirts are fluttering and the long hair hangs down the shoulders, as if coming to the depths of the time light. A dress, a skirt, all precipitate the amber luster of the years and exude the taste of warm time. Yes, a woman in a long cotton dress should walk leisurely in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. That is its best background, and it is a poetic ink painting.

The second one is a rainbow skirt with suspenders, which my friend bought from Zhejiang. A kind of freedom like a broken ape, casual, bright and beautiful, a kind of decisive beauty. My friend said I wore it, which was very attractive and elegant. What my friend said must be exaggerated. But every time I wear it, I will have a gorgeous mood and even long for something to happen in my life. In that small town in the south of the Yangtze River, a series of beautiful encounters really happened as I hoped. When I was about to leave that small town, the man I met by chance finally said the only thing to me, "You are a woman who makes people shine." He left without looking back, leaving me standing where I didn't know where to go.

It is very important to be a beautiful woman's inner cultivation and temperament, but don't forget to give consideration to both inside and outside. Women's youth is fleeting, so let's dress up with a long skirt. How wonderful it is to be a woman who makes people shine!

There will be many long skirts in the future, cotton and linen, plain and bright. I can't put it down for everyone. Even if you don't wear them, watching them hang quietly in the closet is full of sweet happiness. Every long skirt tells a beautiful story. That checkered flower, worn, has not moved, and my heart is far away, and I have an impulse to wander. That pure white Bohemian dress, wearing it, has a charming style, looming. I bought that dark green linen skirt online, which is my favorite. A pure white cotton coat and a retro braided hair. It seems that a woman who has been immersed in time is so independent, fresh and refined in the world of mortals.

In my dream, I wore a long cotton skirt and rode my bike in the ancient town of Jiangnan, in a quiet and deep stone alley. The evening breeze blows my cheeks and blows my long hair, smiling and fragrant. Drifting away in the sunset glow.