To Minnan girls, don't panic.

Out of the land of Bamin, we haven't been in touch for a long time. As the song goes, it is easy to come and go, difficult to separate, difficult to get together, and love and hate are always concerned. If you don't want to go, say goodbye to me who has disappeared.

The good times are gone forever. Girls in southern Fujian, I always thought I was a spectator around you, but in the end, what was blown by the spring breeze and soaked by autumn water became your past, and only I could not forget it.

When I saw your beautiful white wedding dress in space, I knew you were married and hugged each other happily.

You smile sweetly, just like the groom around you, as if the whole sweetness is drunk in the dimples on your cheeks. Even your front teeth look good at this time.

Dig out the photos you took behind me, and I walked across the small stone bridge with flowing water. It is really beautiful and poetic, with mountains and water. Then I remembered a Minnan girl like you. You are as red and white as I remember, with a gentle smile.

I remember the first day when I came to Xiamen, I was attacked by a typhoon. For me, who has lived in the north for more than 20 years, it is really the first time for a big girl to sit in a sedan chair, put down her luggage and drag an umbrella, and walk in the sudden slow wind and rain. It is said that wind and rain breed romance most easily, but it blew an umbrella for me.

In this way, I inadvertently walked into the scenery of southern Fujian and your life along the rhyme woven by wind and rain. Although I can't understand a few words of Minnan dialect now, your words and deeds, as well as your fluttering skirt when you walk, have enriched my memory.

The typhoon came and dispersed, and the sunshine the next day was charming.

Perhaps because I was too concerned about the wind and rain at night and ignored the people coming and going, my sleepy eyes came to life at once. On the winding street, there are so many beautiful Minnan girls, small and lovely, without the weakness and morbidity of Jiangnan women. One by one, they are articulate and bright-eyed. Sweat penetrated through the morning sun, so that they couldn't bear to look straight. Decomposition, they also stir up the smell of freshly squeezed juice on the roadside.

Minnan girls like to wear skirts to sweep the scenery all the way, and never need bloated cotton-padded clothes to cover up her tender feelings like flowers and water. Blink of an eye, the faint fragrance and the shadow of ShiRan disappeared around the corner.

I remember holding your little hand in the corner to talk about ideals, and I also gave you a packet of sweet white rabbit toffee. We endured an ordinary life together for a long time. But now, you suddenly grow from a Minnan girl with long black hair to a married bride, Gao Ji. I don't know when I canceled my invisibility and became what you can see.

At that time, even if you were invisible, you could see it, and you could tease me with your eyes from 5 meters away. Now even if the avatar flashes, you probably can't see it. My bitter smile can't make you laugh, and your frowning brows are no longer my heart.

Youth comes inch by inch, and money comes inch by inch. I forgot the ebb and flow of the tide, but I can't forget you who accompanied me to the alley to find snacks.

Soft-shelled turtle paste, frozen bamboo shoots, fried raw food, flat food, satay noodles, fried ginkgo, roasted jiaozi, noodles, sealed meat, fried oysters, fried spiced, large intestine wrapped in small intestine ... Of course, it's a pity that you can't chew the lost deep-sea squid. Finally, a mangosteen stopped my sigh. There are so many delicious foods that I still can't keep them. I can only say that there is no cold noodles I am familiar with outside the store, and I am not used to it.

The streets are decorated with colorful shops, and the lights that light up in turn in the evening exude the fragrance of fireworks, making every Minnan girl an out-and-out foodie, and I don't know how many passers-by come and go.

In fact, after thinking about it, it may be that the scenery in southern Fujian is too beautiful, there are too many alleys, and the noise outside the window is only a moment. Better stop and walk with your feet. So unconsciously, the affectionate Minnan girl swayed step by step like a lotus flower, consuming excess heat, absorbing gorgeous bougainvillea and refreshing sea breeze, smiling without distractions and thoughts seeping into memories and rippling.

In this way, we walked away, and as soon as I turned around, you disappeared. I can't help but dig out my past feelings to relax my mind now, only to find that my thoughts can't be completely opened, only fragments are left, and I can't tell whether it really happened or wishful thinking is described as romantic darning elsewhere.

I remember going to the hot springs together. Before I went, I had a warm photo. I was so excited that I drank two buckets of water and three popsicles before going to bed. I was afraid that the restless teenagers' hearts would keep pounding.

The next day, I can't wait to see who you know, whose skin color is more beautiful and whose waist is thinner. Maybe there is a swimsuit that Hello Kitty shows off staring at innocent eyes, and finally I can know whether you are B or C, but I put on my swimming trunks early and waited, but I didn't wait for those bikini girls with beautiful waists. You all wore one-piece swimsuits, which were tighter than when you were at work, but made my elastic belly laugh.

Dear Minnan girl, how could you do this? I'm not a gangster. I just want to be honest with you. Actually, if you think about it carefully, it seems that I was the one who suffered at that time. Alas, the dreams of young people in the new century are so broken, and they are still in the mood to soak in hot springs.

By the way, a well-proportioned service worker comes and goes in the lobby, smiling at you, showing eight beautiful teeth and glowing confidently. The curve outlined by the uniform permeates the beauty of Minnan girls into your eyes a little bit, which is also a blessing for you to come.

Of course, when it comes to you, rice wine is essential. You said that in the winding home of Panshan Road, some rice wine is brewed every year, and I have been drinking it since I was a child. The yellow color was mixed with the smell of wine, and all the homesickness was caught at once. This rice wine is bait. Anyone who can't resist the temptation to eat it will say something. Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank back, and I suddenly remembered home.

As in other places, drinking must be accompanied by games. Some people like to drink and punch, shouting "Hello, brother, Samsung photo, smart". Although the atmosphere is high, it is always rude to you who pay attention to your image.

Therefore, when drinking, I like to play dice, and each person has a dice cup. It is a charming little world swaying, and even the moonlight reflected under the waterwheel is drunk.

You see me alone in the corner, watching you happy, but you don't know how to start. Not far away, the old banyan tree is ferocious, the running water is washing the stone bridge, and the lanterns outside the inn are swaying with old Tuohong. The faint moonlight may make you have maternal care.

You sat on the bamboo chair next to me and taught me to play dice.

In your patient throwing over and over again, I relived your fragrance over and over again, and I longed for it carelessly. Why are you so stupid? You can't teach it that many times, but children aged seven or eight can learn it. In fact, I have long understood that dice is just a game about lies and guesses, but watching you sip rice wine, your face is slightly drunk, and the alcohol in your eyes still smells of flowers. How can I have the heart to let you go?

So it's not that I'm stupid, it's just that you are too kind. Do you understand now?

You also like playing badminton, and the long legs under your shorts are bright and vigorous; You also like singing. The gentle tone of Minnan dialect makes me unable to tell the difference between east, west, north and south. You also like to paint your nails. Colorful colors seem to bloom at your fingertips for a spring. You also like to worship Buddha. In front of Buddha, you are very sincere, pure and solemn. You still like chatting with me just because I collect jokes to please you.

Now, you have chosen to continue to live an increasingly interesting life in the familiar streets and alleys of southern Fujian, while I have been working my way up and gradually forgotten the life we once lived together. It's too far apart to give you anything. If it is nonsense to send a breeze to your ear, kiss you for me, or let the moonlight take away my thoughts, then I wish you happiness, just like the mountains and rivers in southern Fujian, attracting countless people and becoming an immortal belief in your heart.

If one day I run into a girl in a busy street, she quickly puts her hands together and says paiseipaisei, and the corrected Mandarin has an indelible Hong Kong accent. I must hold her tightly, just like you did before.

Dear Minnan girl, I miss the slow life with you. You washed purple sand with warm water, made a pot of tea picked in your hometown, cooked a bowl of salty seafood rice noodles, or smelled the five spices in your childhood countryside. The wind blowing from the coast shyly built a flower wall, and all over the mountains and plains said that you belonged here, but I could only watch from a distance.

Once, your hand held me. Now, I hope you can think of me occasionally, and the laughter under the eaves.

Finally, with a little poem, let's stay together at the end of the song and live a good life from now on.

You said you were a beautiful Minnan girl.

You said that the waterwheel in your hometown creaked and the river flowed.

You said that old Amin was sitting in a small bamboo chair with a kind face.

The soft language you speak is not as cold as Minnan.

You said that clouds and water have become rumors, and love here is like a song.

You said that flowers bloom into the sea, and everywhere you go, you are bathed in fragrance.

You said that the bridge also ran on it, like walking in a poem.

You said that Panshan Highway is long and tortuous, with profound thoughts.

You said your childhood was full of rice and flowers.

You said that what you love most is the hometown where tired birds return to their nests at dusk.

You said you like to cross the old alleys where you can't figure out the clue now.

You said, how time flies! Sit by the roadside and have a sip of milk tea.

You said that the evening breeze was refreshing and you could see the thin moonlight from the window.

You said it snowed in your hometown, but it didn't stop falling.

You said that when you worship Buddha, your heart is pious and quiet. Don't look around.

You said you never thought there was a better place than here.

You said: Why do you always stare at my blushing face?

You said: Your hand tickles on my waist.

You said: Why do you look more flustered than me?

You said: Have you ever liked a girl like me?