What can we catch in this life?
Except, the cup in my hand-
Past events, vicissitudes of life, bright moon outside the window.
City lights, brilliant stars last night.
Earthly smoke is more elegant than dreams, and time is on both sides.
The canoe sped in the rapids.
Who crossed the river and picked the flowers on the other side?
Who is looking up at the starry sky and longing for the dreamland of light and extinction?
Drink this cup in your hand.
Infiltrate without resentment
A bleak life, repeated mistakes.
miss
A bud/twig/bud
When the grapes are ripe, just wait for one hand
Give it a gentle pinch.
This broken moment, this flowing time
Carefully brewed, melancholy purple
From a drop of wine, back
Under the grape trellis, childhood friends.
The swing swings the story far away.
Laughter is also far away, like a drop of wine on Wan Li Road.
Finally back to the promise cup
Crystal clear, tolerant and generous
Lift, then drop.
Hold one hand in the air
The prayer of a grape seed
Curly ears
Full of ancient meaning, silk and bamboo
The sound around the beam
A scholar who plays the Jade Emperor.
I can't find it in your flute.
The sadness I want
This cliff will be my last graveyard.
Want a large blue, blocking the faint sunset.
The last way home, leave it to me.
On the clothes, there are my little thorns.
You become a legend, we synthesize.
A wisp of smoke in the book
Light and heavy