My heart is hurting, and a drowsy numbness makes me feel pain. It seems that I have just drunk an anesthetic containing opium or taken poison, and I am gradually approaching Xihe. I'm not jealous of your happy life, but I'm too happy because of your happiness-you, a light-winged tree spirit, are singing beautifully and leisurely in the summer under the shadow of dense branches and leaves among young locust trees. I wish I could have some old wine to drink! This wine is taken from a cool cellar, which can make people appreciate the flowers in the green fields, dance in Provence and laugh in the sun! I hope to have a cup of warm southern wine, a cup full of crimson spring water, the dense foam on the rim of the cup flashes and disappears, and purple is all over the mouth of the cup; After drinking this cup of wine, I can follow you, hide in this dark forest and leave this world: hide far away, dissipate far away, and completely forget what you will never know among the leaves: only drowsiness, anxiety and uneasiness, and people sitting here listen to each other's groans; Paralyzed people are shaking their sad white hair, and young people are as thin as ghosts and haggard to death; Here, just thinking about it makes people worry and despair, and their eyes are dull and painful; Beauty can't keep the brilliance in her eyes, and tomorrow's new love will lament it. Far away; Because I want to fly to you-not in a cloud car pulled by Dionysus, but on the invisible wings of poetry, although my numb mind is dull and confused; I am already with you! What a gentle night! Coincidentally, the moon ascended her throne and was surrounded by all her star fairies. But here, there is no light, only the hazy moonlight drifts away from the lush shade and winding path with the breeze. I can't see clearly which flowers are at my feet and which flowers are emitting soft fragrance on the tree. I can only guess what kind of fragrance grass, shrubs and wild fruit trees will give off in this dark room full of fragrance. Hawthorn in full bloom, roses on the leaves of trees, violets and dewdrops filled with wine that are the easiest to wither among the green leaves, and musk roses that bloom in early May-the bees like to wander around there on summer nights. I listen in the dark; How many times before, I had a good impression on my peaceful death. I studied the poem carefully and called the name of death gently, asking him to take my faint breath into the sky; Now, death seems to be more interesting than usual: listening to you pour out your heart happily, and passing away in this sky at midnight without any pain! Although I can't hear your endless singing from now on, I am turned into a grave under your wonderful elegy. Immortal bird, you were not born to die! You will not suffer from hunger from generation to generation; As the night went by, all the songs I listened to were heard by emperors and villagers in ancient times: perhaps this song penetrated her sad heart when she missed her hometown and stood in a foreign wheat field with tears; Perhaps it is often this song that fascinates the beauty who overlooks the stormy waves at the window-her magical environment is ethereal and sad. Sad! This sentence makes me wake up like a death knell, let me leave you and feel my loneliness! Goodbye; Although fantasy is regarded as a spirit of deception, its deception ability is not entirely worthy of the name. Farewell! Farewell! Your sad song flew over the nearby grass, the quiet river ditch and climbed the hillside, and now it is deeply hidden in another bush in the valley: is this an illusion or a wandering when you are awake? Music is dead: am I awake or asleep?
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