by now
I knitted a scarf for you to wrap around your neck.
If my acacia really turns into red beans,
by now
I have accumulated love for you, and I will never forget it.
Sadness is buried deep in my heart.
I want to burn my body to ashes,
I want to be wild, my passion is like fire,
Oh, my God.
The snake winds like a snake,
As touching as a silkworm,
done
Steal the green flame of my life quietly.
I like,
I kissed all the grass on your grave.
At sunset and dusk;
I prayed,
This is just an empty dream,
Let me see your soul again.
The following is Shi Pingmei's mourning at the grave. Recorded her earthshaking love for Gao. You may be looking for the second one.
Mourn at the grave
Author: Shi Pingmei
one
I was awakened by the lingering dream of winter, and spring was kissing my sleeping cymbals and whispering! The morning light shone on the window screen, and I saw the morning glow that intoxicated me in the past. I hope the clouds in Cai Dan can recognize my color again.
Put on a dress embroidered with butterflies and walk to the dresser blocked by the dust net. Oh! In the mirror, I can see my haggard face, like a pear flower shivering and dying in the wind and rain.
I love, I want to find that beauty and dedicate it to your green grave. Who knew that the remnants of youth had been buried with you?
two
If my tears really condense into pearls, I have knitted a scarf around your jade neck for you now.
If my acacia really turns into one red bean after another, then I have accumulated unforgettable love for you.
Sadness is buried deep in my heart.
I would like to burn my body to ashes, and I would like to wave my passion. Oh, my God! This is like a snake winding, like a silkworm lingering, so quietly stole the green flame of my life.
I love, I kissed the grass on your grave at sunset and dusk; I pray that this is an empty dream and let me see your soul again.
three
Knowing that the end of life is the hometown of death, I will also be an isolated grave in the future, with withered vegetation and sunset. One day! I left the bustling world and quietly buried myself. This sad and colorful love disappeared like a flash in the pan. After waking up, all the tears fell in my mind.
However, I can't destroy my memory and throw away the remains buried in my heart market. I only hope that I can wander on this barren mound forever, in order to protect your grave and offer a jasmine ring.
My love, do you know my wordless worries and the light dreams of the past? In my dream, I called your nickname in a low voice. When I woke up, a lonely goose whined in the middle of the night!
four
Under the dim sky, there is no bright moon and no starlight. This universe is like a Millennium tomb. On the bones, there are flying phosphorus flowers shining with miserable green. I crawl and cry beside this rusty iron fence, willing to dry my angry heart and burn this dark and ugly hell net.
The devil of fate deliberately played tricks on my fragile soul and punished me for looking for broken dreams on a cold snowy night. Please forgive me, don't hurt my only life again, let me kill that vicious enemy!
I love that even if the universe becomes the battlefield of embers, all the wild smoke is fishy: in the sweet dream you gave me, my heart will always be in Hongqiao, singing eternal life!
five
My town lingered in the barren mound of the base, saw all the different scenery of spring flowers and autumn moon, abandoned all fame and vanity, and came to this uninhabited wilderness to mourn and walk slowly. I climbed the mountain, called my soul to the vast west, and saw my falling meteor of hope in the gorgeous rosy clouds.
In the distance is a smoky ancient city, and Mars flies in all directions like a golden arrow! I vaguely heard the sound of fighting with a knife and a gun, and the warm cheers shocked people! In front of the grassy grave, I raised the gold medal of victory and drank my love. I propose a toast to your silent lonely grave!
When the sun, the moon and the stars are all over the sky, I gently hold your sword and swear to heaven:
May the enthusiasm of heroic children be buried forever in this life.
six
If life is just an illusory dream shadow, then my lovely shadow is the whole life you gave me. I often feel that you are in the woods behind me, riding a horse, walk on by. I often feel that you stop at my window and wander until my shadow disappears. I often feel that you quietly approached me with my voice calling you, and then retreated to the corner with tears in your eyes. I often feel that you are standing outside my drooping snow tent, sighing sadly at the moonlight!
On the way to the dusty sea, I happened to meet someone like you. After I stopped to stare, it was really a heart! Cold as autumn wind sweeping leaves! I meditate that I have got the heart of love, and now it is just a lonely grave in the sunset.
My heart is the waning moon in a late-night dream, and my feeling is the cool lake that never flows. The waning moon shines on your tombstone and the lake surrounds your grave. I love, this is my dream, and it is also your dream. Rest in peace, dear soul!
seven
Since I wandered into this world, I have forgotten myself; In your soul, I know who he is.
I remember that, too. At night. We walked in the wicker of the river bank, walked in the past. We are speechless, and only the moon can understand the waves in our hearts. You lean against the tree to see the bright moon, and I lean against your chest to listen to your breath. Looking up, I saw black wings flying, covering the clear moon. You asked me trembling: If this dark wing is our destiny, what should we do?
I know both happiness and sadness. I accept your enthusiasm and the cold autumn wind. Before, I was afraid of the devil's fierce eyes and sword-like white teeth; I always lurk under your arm, afraid to enter. You hold the sword in one hand and help me step on the thorny road in the other, heading for a flowery future!
Today, there is still your blood on this road, and the devil's eyes and teeth are so fierce. But I love you, don't be afraid of my loneliness, I would like to use this slender and weak jade wrist to build that wishful dream.
eight
Spring has come, and peach buds have floated to the willow tips. Such gentle and lazy weather is really annoying! She seems to be hiding in my eyes, deliberately lingering, and waves of wings blow up the waves in the depths of my spiritual ocean.
The world has changed a set of clothes and is as charming as a girl. She danced in a light green tulle and a purple skirt. Standing under the poplar tree, my heart is pounding, forcing me to open my blurred tears and recognize your grave.
Who is full of bitterness? May this hatred spit into the blue sky and wrap the world. It is wrapped around my heart, like a pile of yellow weeds. I love you. I wait for you to sweep with a sword and burn with sparks.
nine
On the barren mound of the base, the fire is burning, the paper ash fills the air, and the Qingming has arrived. This is the spring suburb with green grass and green mountains. There are white-haired old people and young women beside the tomb. They have endless memories and condolences for this cup of loess. I will move my soul in the boundless sky; Poplar depression, crows at dusk, fear of wandering souls returning home.
Gone, happy dreams can not be revived with the grave grass. On this day of the Ming Dynasty, who knows where this body will be sent? Sigh that I have drifted like duckweed, I am singing and drinking, and I will get drunk and burn out the lingering fear in my heart.
I love, pour this cup of bitter wine carefully, invite the waning moon and lonely stars to drink it, and lie drunk beside your tombstone at dusk or late at night, and let the frost and dew invade you! I won't wake up.