below the moon
"Please put me as a seal on your heart and put it on your arm as a seal." I recite songs and hope you, my good man.
Your eyes haven't turned to look at me yet, but there is only one trend. I was very surprised. I was the little sparrow who heard the slingshot black boy ring. I am afraid to touch your soul, because you are so beautiful.
However, this little sparrow is willing to run around in fear under the sound of bowstring, and it finds more comfort and happiness from panic.
In the sapphire sky, those twinkling stars have your eyes: because your eyes are so twinkling, don't let the wind blow.
In the stream in the valley, those clear and transparent springs also have your eyes: your eyes are clearer and more transparent than this water and flow more than ever.
I was lucky to see your smile again, beside the potted lotus that was blown away by the wind that night. I'm not surprised that there is a fragrance in this smile. When you laugh, there is something fresher than the smell!
I see your smile, but I still can't find your tears. When I turned around from a fence and saw the dew on the tender purple morning glory, I thought: If something unpleasant happened to her, wouldn't the tears be as beautiful as dew, and would they be rainbow in the cool moonlight?
I thought so, and finally licked the dew off the morning glory with my tongue.
Why not wipe my tears? You won't blame me like this. I really don't have this ability. My hair is too white, even if I can, I can't find anything to wear!
People who are sick and thirsty feel pain and sadness every day. Are you really willing to give some nectar to thirsty people?
It's like good people doing good deeds. Poor passers-by are thirsty, and tea and soup are given.
Grace will be attached to the hearts of passers-by, and those who do good will be blessed forever.
I have to work every day and have no leisure. When I rest at night, I'll come to you along the mountain stream. I'm not afraid of tigers and wolves, and I'm not afraid of sticking out two pliers to scare my scorpions. I just want to see you under the moon.
I met many fireflies with small torches and asked them, "Friends, friends, have you seen anyone?" It says, "What kind of person are you looking for?"
I mean the twinkling stars, "Oh, these are eyes."
I pointed to the floating white clouds. "Hey, this is a skirt."
I want it to listen to those springs and sounds. "Look, her voice is the same as this."
I finally waved the pink rose just picked from the garden in front of it. "Oh, this is a face."
These little things, although they don't know what pride is, still listen to me honestly. But when I asked him if he was innocent, he just shook his head and tried to run.
"What, are you going to watch it or not?" -I am in a hurry to ask. "I don't have enough lanterns to illuminate my whole body! Sir, let me go, or I will fall into the trap set by those disloyal spiders again ... although it can't help me, I don't want to bother about it. Sir, you'd better ask another question, or I can't catch up with them "-it's gone.
I'm too slow to find you with them all over the mountains-but I've been to all the places where the moonlight flows on the mountains and I've never seen your bottom.
Looking back, I heard a song flying over the hill. This song comes from a prison where the sun can only wander outside the wall. I ran to bless them: you strong and ignorant rams!
God gave you strength, but spared knowledge: chew the cowardly bread your master gave you peacefully every day, and illness and sorrow will never attach to you; Blessed are you.-Amen!
You cowardly and ignorant ewes!
God has given you tenderness, but he has spared knowledge: chew the steamed corn bread given to you by your master peacefully every day, and disappointment and sadness will never attach to you; Blessed are you.-Amen!
The musty smell of the world can't attack you for a while, but you live quietly in prison: it can prove your master's kindness-and at the same time prove your master's wealth; Bless all of you.-Amen!
When I got up, there were two lines of tears on my face. Do you flow for others or for yourself? I have to ask someone else myself. But at this time, no one can prove it except Leng Yue in Zhongtian.
I want to wash my hands in your eyes and rub your eyes. It's too cold.
If your eyes are really that cold, someone's heart will freeze under your observation.
Grass and duckweed
Xiaoping was blown away by the wind and stopped on a strange shore. He turned around and opened his two small eyes to see the new world. He wants to know if the place where he parks now is different from the uncomfortable place where he used to live. He also thought:-this may be the rainbow country that the poet told us about!
Naturally this is an easy thing to solve! He knew at once that what he guessed was disappointment. He didn't see any rosy clouds or diamond stars. I didn't see a fairy with silver wings and a bright blue sky at the tip, nor did I see a real butcher sitting on the back of a butterfly, drinking wine with a petal. The world he saw was still as turbulent as a basin of loach. The sky was as pale and gray as the face of a dead prisoner, which made him afraid to look up.
He is really going to cry! So he sang a song to tell his sadness: "The farmer lost his home and Ping was injured. There are many snowstorms in rivers and lakes, and farmers are frequently sent back and forth. Snow sent Nong away and sent Nong back; Dare not know the old road, afraid of chaos Nong tracks, ... "
He is confident that he can get some tears for others after he sings. Once upon a time, a butterfly with a broken wing fell into the grass and could not find its lover. Besides, it never happened again! At this moment, a sudden voice stopped him: "Xiaoping, you hurt!" " And gone with the wind in Yang Shuhua. "
This voice is gentle and soft, just like when the spring breeze blows on his shoulder, it is a sympathetic caress. He was very surprised. He thought, Who is this? Why do you know me? Is it the little butterfly that I haven't heard from for a long time? Or Huayang is her daughter ... but when he raised his eyes with crystal tears and looked around, he didn't see a little creature. He quickly raised his voice: "Hey! Friend, who are you? What are you talking about? "
"Friend, can't you find me? I'm not that great thing! Although my heart is not very small in my own opinion, my real body is no different from yours. If you lower your eyes a little, you will see me. ..... Yes, yes, a little lower, ... Yes! "
With this sound, he saw a meadow next to a glass house on the road. She is wearing a green dress that is old enough to fade. It seems that we can be friends. When Xiaoping's little eyes turned to her, she smiled and said, "Friend, listening to your singing is good for me. What sad thing made you sing such a song? If you think I am qualified to be your friend, I hope you can tell me all your pains in detail. We are walking on this lonely journey, filling the pain through a little dream! "
Xiaoping cried again, because it was the first time he heard such a gentle tone.
So he told some sad stories that he often told the moon but the moon ignored him. Then he asked her how she lived.
"Me? It seems a little different from you. But I didn't grow up here. I still remember my home: I have never seen any shivering snow, nor any headache wind, nor is it as dry as here. I have always felt thirsty-in short, it is much better than here. Fortunately, I have the opportunity to live next to this greenhouse, otherwise it will be worse than you! "
He once heard other acquaintances say that the greenhouse is a very strange thing. Those who stay in the greenhouse, I don't know what season it is, and live a spring life forever. Although it is late autumn, things like peach blossoms and cherry blossoms will still be open at will. In the meantime, the humble Saxifraga can also produce beautiful and moving flowers, and the most unscrupulous Acorus gramineus will also become a strange flower. But he has never seen the greenhouse with his own eyes.
"oh! You live next to a greenhouse, please don't laugh at my poverty. I don't know what kind of place the greenhouse is. "
From his questions, we can see that he has a slightly envious look.
"You don't know is a good thing. Unfortunately, I-"XiaoPing son rob to ask again:
"Friend, I heard that life in the greenhouse is spring all the year round! Why are you so haggard again? Are you a lovelorn person? "
"It's a long story!" The grass sighed. After a pause, she seemed to be searching for something in her mind, and then said, "It's a long story. If you don't mind, I can tell you from the beginning. I used to be as happy as you guessed, talking and laughing with some girls and teenagers every day What dance? Peony and peony got married ... you see, I am not beautiful like this, but they are not happy without me at the party. Once, spring really came, and a poet came. They all say that he is a poet. I think he is no different from a teenager who can't sing. I was unhappy when I saw his pointed, furry face and mouth. There is nothing strange about a thin mouth, but he is particularly annoying. Long eyebrows, brand-new green clothes and clear voices make those shameless skinny people jump! Especially in momo,-"
"Isn't that the great poet Ying Ge?" According to the appearance of the poet mentioned, he thought, it must be Yingge who can sing hymns. But there are many people who can sing in green and ask again.
"shh! Poet? Just a little glib, just a thin man! I clearly saw him abandon the woman with him and fly to the corner of the garden to secretly kiss Haitang. "
What she said was nothing but dissatisfaction with the beautiful poet. Xiao Pinger thought: Maybe she is a little jealous of this poet!
But he was embarrassed to put this question on the grass. They were just new friends. He only asked:
"So, for poets, they are all frivolous!"
"No. And-"
"Who else?"
"There will be roses. Although she often listens to the boring poet sing love songs with a smile, when he has the cheek to fly to her and wants to get a kiss on his delicate little lips, she gives him a good stab. "
"In the future,-you?"
"You are asking me why I won't be in the greenhouse again? I could have stayed there. Because at the farewell party in autumn, the public made an appointment for a dance, and my active mind went to attend it again. In this process, everyone feels a little miserable, although they know that spring will not disappear forever. "
"Where is the poet?"
"The poet didn't know where to go. Some sisters think that because no one sings poetry, the whole table is depressed. Soon, a poor little poet was invited from other places. He is pitifully small, and his body is less than the size of a ginkgo. Wear a black silk jacket and jump on the road,-"
"Is that a cricket?" In fact, Xiaoping doesn't know cricket, but the name is familiar to him!
"yes. I didn't know his name until later. Then you probably know him! He really knows how to sing. His songs can touch everything, although the tone is simple. -So I won't spend the winter in the greenhouse. I want to go out with some unfortunate people, who are victims of the snowstorm. I was moved by his songs. He looks so small that it's really not worth brushing. But when they sang the first song, their tears were squeezed out together! He sang Melancholy in Different Times, Not at the Same Time. This is an old poem, but please think about it. How can this poem not touch their hearts at such a farewell party? What is particularly sad is Miss Liu. She used to be the former residence of a green poet. It's really sad to think of that day's' looking at the graceful figure'! When she arrived, she sang' Beautiful, attractive, abandoned by broken branches and stalks, …', which made Miss He cry again. ..... There are many good sentences, but unfortunately I can't write them down one by one. After that, the lame poet was with me. Because we often talk, we know that he is also a tramp and has become a carefree temper. ——"
He thought poets could get to know each other, so he asked, "What about now?"
"He left soon because of his unstable temper!"
Xiaoping heard his friend's reply, but if he lost something, he remained silent for a long time. Finally, he asked her what she sang, "Xiaoping, you are so sad, and Huayang is wandering!" " When someone taught her this song, Xiaocao turned her head and said shyly, "It's the lame poet." .
Distant night-one and two
one
I can't seem to climb this tall and dangerous stone bridge. I don't know which elder once said: "Climb high and fall hard!" "I really don't know where this sentence came from.
This stone bridge is beautiful. I have never seen marble, but at this moment I know that no stone can make such a tall, solemn and beautiful bridge except marble! The bridge is built on a deep and narrow stream, and there are many stone ridges at both ends of the bridge; The upper stone wall frame is very flat and easy to walk, while the lower one is steep and straight. I went to the top of the bridge without knowing it. I carefully held the empty railing made of black keratin and looked down. Oh, you didn't scare me to death! Thirty feet, maybe more. The stream below may be dry. Looking at countless big and stupid white stones left for bridge building, I slept lazily in a creek ditch. In the stone pile, small and lively trickles are jumping, walking and singing there.
I looked up at the sky again. It was blue. It was terrible! What a strange thing! Why do so many five-color stars like small electric lights jump out of the blue sky? They are running all over the sky, and my eyes are dazzled by its light.
What kind of world is this? Is this place what people usually call the Heavenly Palace? I want to ask the people who live here, but I try my best to look around. Except for some towering trees, some tender white daffodils under the willow roots show their round faces like swords among the pale green leaves, and even a small creature, such as a sparrow, is not seen! ..... It's still too cold! Yes, there is a cold wind in this place, and I am shivering.
But this wind is something I am very willing to get close to. All the grievances in my heart were blown away when I first felt the wind! I will never think of many unpleasant things in the past twenty years again.
I look satisfied, but I'm not as satisfied as when I feel empty in my stomach, nor as happy as when I suddenly got a piece of toast with jam, or when I couldn't go to the library to keep warm on a poor morning a month ago and suddenly found a quarter in the third pocket of my vest. I simply feel uncomfortable physically and mentally, because this is my soul roaming in the rainbow country, and my soul has dissolved for this harmonious world!
I forgot to buy the revisit ticket I reserved. What a sad thing it is!
two
When I stood against the wall behind a locust tree and secretly opened the net curtain of my heart to accept the singing like a silver Zheng, I forgot that it was a dream.
How lovely she is! I knew it before I knew her. She is a beautiful, gentle and beautiful woman. She has all the beauty and women in the world. She must be wearing a lavender cheongsam, and her hair must be black and bright ... I sang the song in my heart from her smile that brushed my ear, so I can conclude that I am right.
Her songs are born with a pair of wings like silver gauze: they can not only run into the heart of the vulgar man who bought her songs with one or two or three foreign dollars, but also into the heart of the timid child behind the acacia! ..... Maybe I can run into the hearts of all people who are illuminated by the small moon in the sky at the moment, and catch some fragrant breeze through this cold autumn.
The singing stopped. This is obviously a physical failure, not the end of the song. I still lean on acacia, trying my best to search for the rustle that emerged after singing from the window curtain of white flowers with my ears and mind.
"the mouth is very ...! "What a pleasant cough! Poor thing! This is a sign of laziness after a small throat is tired and nervous. It really seems that there are many needles in my heart to think that the next moment to bear this charming laziness means that vulgar and disgusting things. But I didn't run away because of it. Pride is nothing but jealousy.
"Sing it again! Bird. " That man's voice crashed into my ear like an old bird. This voice is exactly what the rude and cruel player who is used to using orders to make the other side obey his own money said. Oh, my God! Is this what a woman, such a lovely and poor woman should say? Isn't her guzheng singing worthy of a tender plea? A dollar or two or three dollars trampled on her freedom and dignity, damn it! Damn people!
She seems to be singing again! At this time, the song seems to be a little thicker than before, and every word, sentence and end has a crying sound; This crying sound is easy to see. The continuous singing was mixed with the applause that the man was satisfied and happy to play; The song is as follows:
Poor bird!
You don't have to sing anymore!
Your dream of singing will never come true again.
Everything is dead!
Everything dies at the same time!
Sister Yue, who made you sad, wore a cloak,
I won't be abandoned by your singing,
The star you are talking to is married,
The rose has withered-for the sake of lovelorn,
The daffodils withered-because they were lovelorn.
Poor bird!
You don't have to-please stop singing!
The warmth in my heart,
I brought all the songs to you!
Poor bird!
For the moon, for the stars, for the roses, for the daffodils, for me, for everything, for love, stop singing!
I really don't have the courage to continue listening. I just got a little spring breeze in my heart with my singing, which has been recovered by her later singing! I know that if I listen any longer, I must squeeze out a tear to answer her song.
I immediately carried the window covered with white curtains, and there was no light in the boundless sky. The sadness in my heart still brings tears to my eyes ... I was awakened by the wet and cold sound of the horn, and the song was still shaking in my heart.