She is asleep
Xu Zhimo
She is asleep——
A white lotus leaning under the starlight ,
She fell into a dream——
A wisp of blue conch smoke rose from the incense burner.
She is already asleep -
The stream quietens the noisy strings;
She is in sleep -
< p> Pink butterfly, green butterfly, fluttering loveEven breathing:
The fragrance penetrates the air around her,
Blessed and refreshing,
embracing and caressing her slender figure!
Luxurious time!
Quiet, the rustling is full of shining gold,
The vastness is spread out, -
There are bright boats rippling between the waves.
In this intoxicating scene,
Put me in a colorful dress, sip a jar of sweet wine,
Fold a vine flower,
Dance, among the grape bushes, upside down, comatose.
Look, beautiful!
The color of spring has moved onto her fragrant skin,
It is a rose, it is a rose,
It is a narcissus in the morning sun, fresh and fragrant!
The secret at the bottom of the dream,
teasing her heart - the pure soul,
like a bee,
In the heart of flowers, there is wanton abruptness and tenderness.
Childlike dream!
Silence; the cessation of teaching shocked the dream god's diligence,
drew a trace of gold,
drew a trace of silver, drew a trace of purple in the sunset;
The jade wrist and the golden shuttle,
are carefully scrutinized like silk threads, and more carefully worn -
transformed into colorful clouds,
< p> Shenque, Angel’s song, Angel’s dance.The lovely pear vortex,
explains the joy of the virgin's dream,
like a dewdrop,
trembling in The morning sun shines in the lotus plate!
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History Museum
——Can a person’s life be like a museum
Xi Murong
One
In the beginning there was only the mountain moon
and the cave in the extremely cold and dark memory
< p>Then you walked towards me with a smileIn the cool morning the clouds dispersed
Since I should follow the road to meet you
Please let us Settling in a place with abundant water and grass
I will learn to predict bad luck on oracle bones
And burn love and faith into it
With water patterns and cloud patterns In the painted pottery
All the stories at that time
began by a fragrant river
Fording the river and passing thousands of hibiscus flowers
< p>The poem is simple and the heart is simpleTwo
The seasonal variation of wild geese flying quickly
I slowly searched southward along the river
The round hands of the wooden Guanyin were once carved
A stone Buddha's smiling lips were once carved in detail
The smiling lips of the stone Buddha in the Sui Dynasty
The flying pieces gradually Present
The dearest and most familiar outline in my heart
In the huge cold grotto
I am a humble and uncomplaining craftsman
Repeatedly describing life after life
Three
But where exactly is the mistake made?
Why in thousands of reincarnations
I am always with The longed-for moment passed by
Before the storm came, I was there for you
The clues I had buried so deeply
Why after the storm
< p>There will always be some important details that you missThe way back is hard to find and on a moonlit night
I will pour you a glass of wine with tears in my eyes
Then I rush to pull out the pipa to urge you to mount
The world that used to be rich in water and grass at that time
has long entered mythology and only the withered tamarisk and white poplars are left.
Sand
四
It seems as if it goes back and forth
There is always the sound of the tide calling in the dark night
My chest is full of incomprehensible tenderness< /p>
The endless spring days embroidered with colorful silk threads
The farther and farther away the clouds accumulate, the thicker they become
My mottled heart
In Slowly wandering between legends
五
I will meet you again in this life
You are outside the cabinet and I am already inside the cabinet
Across a piece of cold glass
I am eagerly waiting for your arrival
You seem to hear some voices in the confusion
Of course you It’s absolutely impossible to believe
All the silks and all the silks
All the tricolors and clay sculptures
All the carvings and carvings in this cabinet
p>
It’s all the love I give you
My soul that has survived thousands of calamities
Six
You are indifferent in the twilight Turn around and drift away
The corridor is silent and the gods are silent
I finally turned into wood and stone, just like in the previous life
There are still thousands of hibiscus outside the corridor< /p>
Blooming lightly in the water
Light purple soft pink
And the snow-like white
Like an unknown Song Dynasty painting
Slowly dyed and slowly annihilated in time