When you walk into this happy field, your back carries all your dreams and ideas.
All kinds of makeup on your face, no one remembers what you look like.
After three rounds of drinking, you are in the corner, stubbornly singing a bitter song.
Listen to it drowned in the noise, you pick up your glass and say to yourself.
To the morning sun, to the moonlight.
Wake up my thoughts and soften the cold window.
So you can fly against the wind without looking back.
I am not afraid of rain in my heart and frost in my eyes.
Here's to hometown, here's to the distance.
Guard my kindness and urge me to grow up.
Therefore, the road between north and south is no longer long.
The soul is no longer a restless guest.
Self-righteous performance, pretending to dance and be tired.
You raise your glass and say to yourself, Let's drink to the rising sun.
Let's drink to the moonlight and wake up my thoughts.
The gentle cold window makes you unable to turn back.
The ground flies against the wind and is not afraid of rain.
There is frost at the moment. Let's drink to our hometown.
Let's drink to the distance and protect my kindness.
Urging me to grow up, so the north-south road.
From then on, it is no longer long, and the soul is no longer nowhere to be placed.
To tomorrow, and to the past.
Support my body, heavy shoulders.
Although I never believe that the so-called mountains are high and the water is long.
Life is too short to forget.
One goes to freedom, the other to death.
Forgive me for being ordinary and dispel confusion.
Well, after dawn, I always scribble and leave.
Sober people are the most ridiculous, sober people are the most ridiculous.
Appreciation of Song Dynasty:
The successive "several glasses of wine" in Mourning for the Past can't simply be used to show the picture of a young man leaving his hometown and bearing all the worries and burdens of ordinary life with "a cup of respect for the morning sun, a cup of respect for the moonlight, a cup of respect for his hometown, a cup of respect for the past, a cup of respect for freedom and a cup of respect for death".
It is not easy for Mao to construct images such as "hometown", "distant place", "kindness" and "growth", so that young people who are struggling in life but sometimes feel at a loss can find their own emotional voice. Mao's hard-won words are not only neat, but also rare. His words are saturated with deep feelings for life, which can be deeply felt by people.