Shu Ting’s last elegy
Chapter 3
Who lifts the neon wine of the city
Trying to fight the end of the century
p>The red and swollen sunset clinked glasses
Causing an epoch-making power outage
Calmly approaching the sunset
Lighting up with outdated metaphors
The farmer with a dry tobacco pipe
Squatting in the ridge of the field and thinking about his thoughts
Always interrupted by the sound of frogs
Who is deeper than the darkness
Looking into the ground The dragon's heart
was squeezed until the blood vessels dilated
It is said that the twenty-story building he lived in
was built on the back of a floating whale
< p>The rape flower does not know the danger of the pile driverBlinally naive and romantic
The beekeeper hunches his back
The city ruthlessly pushes out
The last source of honey
Beekeeper
Author: Mu Chun
Your landscape is always full of colorful flowers
The sun ignites the beginning A petal
You come on time as promised
Dye with the fragrance of flowers and own a piece of flowers
You come from the place where the flowers fall in spring< /p>
After that sunny day when the kite drifted away
The wandering flowers kept growing shockingly
Why do flowers bloom all over the sky only in foreign lands
Why do bees dance among flowers only in foreign lands
Every year the dust rises and disperses
But we can only look back at the sound of swallows in foreign lands
< p>Looking for the clouds of my hometownIt was windy last night and rainy last night
I let the falling flowers fly back to my mother's dreamland
Pictures of bright past events The fall covered deep footprints
I can only bury my back in the deepest memory
I can only keep migrating
to hold on to the next beginning Sunny flower season
Your life seems to always be the enthusiasm of flowers
But you are always melancholy like flowers falling one after another
You walk towards the place where spring flowers bloom< /p>
I will no longer be sad because the flowers fall
I will no longer be happy because the flowers bloom
In the rush of flowers blooming and falling< /p>
You soothe the loneliness when the flowers bloom
Pick up the loss when the flowers wither
Since you cannot change the fate of the flowers
p>
You are on this windy and rainy journey
Between the flowers blooming and falling
Come to brew crystal sweet freshness
To prove that you have done it yourself Every spring spent grazing
The splendor held tightly in every spring
Beekeeper
Text/Mo Send Plum Blossoms
A straw hat with a hood,
a pair of rubber shoes,
and a rectangular wooden box,
are all his belongings.
Climbing mountains and wading in rivers,
walking in the wind,
going north and south,
smelling the fragrance of flowers all the way.
Use the oldest love,
Decorate
the most beautiful dream;
Use the simplest way,
< p>BrewingThe sweetest honey!