I have a vague feeling when I go out.
The car, still constantly shuttling on the narrower and narrower road, is in such a hurry to go home and pay homage to your noble soul? Because your life died in 278 BC, but for more than two thousand years, people can still hear your anxious call and heavy sigh year after year.
I heard the sad waves of the Dadu River, echoing among the mountains. The wind, as if roaring in the distance, mixed with a drop of spray on the Miluo River, dripping on my cheek.
Tonight, the best way for me to pay homage is to stand on the iron chain bridge and miss you.
When the noise and irritability slowly subside, I know I miss you at night.
In the night, a searchlight shone into the mountains, and I saw a vague tree shadow, standing quietly. The once winding riverside path has become a wide and flat avenue. I know it is very suitable for people to relax and take a walk after dinner.
At this time, the leisurely people have already dispersed. In the night, occasionally there are a few people who walk at night, and their steps are in a hurry.
In the dim light, I saw a man walking slowly.
His beard is long and white, reaching down to his knees.
His hat is so high, the crown cloud, in the wind, does not sway at all.
He was wearing a garland, which was a white lotus flower, and it was sending out the fragrance that permeated the whole town, covering up the smoke of the barbecue.
There is a long sword hanging around his waist, which emits cold light in the night, and all ghosts are afraid to go near him.
So, he is so lonely. Go straight, cross the rolling Miluo River, cross the Yellow River in Tao Tao, and cross the long years. Today, I come to the same rolling Dadu River in Tao Tao.
I heard his cry, and there was no one on the cable bridge except me.
I wonder if the pedestrians in the town have heard it at the moment.
However, I know that those who sit around the table, drunk and hot, can't hear, because his voice is too old.
I also know that hysterical people in karaoke bars can't hear you because the sound of the speaker amplifier is too noisy.
His cry floated in the sky of history for too long, and swam in the long river of years for too long, so that it seemed a little vague.
Only people who are as worried as he can hear it.
Only people with blood and courage like him can hear it.
"Take a long breath, tears are hard to hide." Like a thunder, it exploded in my soul.
In the shaking of the chain, he passed me, and I wanted to stop him and take me with me.
But he can't hear my voice.
Yes, he can't hear you.
His eyes have dried up, there is no light around him, and his world is silent and dark.
He has been deaf for a long time. He can't hear any noise around him. What he needs is peace and quiet.
He just needs to walk forward like a wisp of wind, like a wisp of smoke, like a little light.
When the sun rises tomorrow, he will return to the place he has been looking for-Chu State.
When I wake up tomorrow, his soul must have rested-in the Miluo River.
I miss you tonight, on the eve of May 5th, before the Dragon Boat Festival.
On the cable bridge.