Air,
Suffocating,
Full of noise, sweat and dust ......
Under the neon lights,
It is gorgeous.
Flashing with bizarre lies,
There is an empty and lonely soul flowing.
This world,
True and false black and white
No boundaries;
This world,
Inside and outside the name,
We've been separated for a long time.
Vision,
It's blurred
Road,
Where is it?
Vulgar oars,
Disrupt a pool of calm water;
Impulsive emotions,
Inspire the generation of quiet spring;
Dancing flies,
Change the origin of the west;
Strange torches,
Burned the ancient books of civilization.
Let's go, let's go.
Go home,
Heart, very tired,
Ink, dry,
Paper, full of dust.
Let it go,
I am a hotbed.
Tired of sleeping,
In a trance.
Travel through time and space,
Fugue is too empty.
I see:
That large group of people,
It's a beautiful place.
Fascinated me;
That dome is empty,
The stars of that day,
Make my heart clear and happy.
Read elegant elegies,
Lie down and watch the history of ci and fu;
Draw an imitation of Wu Daozi,
Books near Wang Xizhi.
Sing su Liu ci,
Du Lishi
When you brush your ink, you get a cupboard.
Xuancheng paper and Korea.
Take a break, beauty!
Dust can't hide rough jade,
And impurity are stripped.
I'm excited,
I was intoxicated;
I like stacks,
I'm addicted.
Therefore, although the paper has been worn by dust,
But the depth still exists and the light does not go out.
Let it go,
Ignore ridicule and disdain!
Phoenix nirvana,
Reborn from the fire.
Completely changed,
Tommy Tam, Skyquake.
Since then, this winding road has become straight.
The image of ignorance gradually became clear,
Restore the historical truth.
Loud and thin,
Elephants are invisible.
Come back,
Cultivate my barren countryside;
Come back,
Glory belongs to my beautiful flower of China.