Since ancient times, Jiangnan has had many dreams, peanuts and shallow rivers. And that place far away from people always appears at the end of the cloud. In the clear water, thousands of rotten grass fields died, in exchange for eternal sorrow on earth. Many literati, stormy waves and rolling westerly winds in the clouds, roared across their foreheads. When he faced the wet mist, the flame of the cloud thundered and became a gorgeous cloud in the sky. He was stunned. He found the first dream in Jiangnan and traveled around. I saw those women in the clouds in Wuli, all brilliant, graceful and bright, like light waves and flowing water, scattered intermittently in the clear sky. What about me? Haggard and haggard, I don't know where to go. Jiangnan, your annoying parting troubles made me lose the courage to sing. And when the ethereal gauze flutters on the cliff, when the glittering golden hill rolls slowly on the desk, I fly. Yes, I want to leave this world and live in the dream of Jiangnan. )
(Xiaomi leaves and begins with his elegy. On the way back to Jiangnan from Dijing. )
The past is like running water.
Me, me
Twenty-five years, still single.
My body is so haggard.
But the harsh countryside vaguely has yellow leaves fluttering.
Autumn wind curled up in the dream.
With the clouds floating in my heart
And I, ah, have lost my eternal sadness.
I lost my sensitivity to dreams.
Ginger's forehead is rotten and he is sweating like a pig.
And the balcony of Jiangcheng
All this is hidden in the chaos of fireworks.
Once unforgettable love.
It took me a long time to die.
And my youth, are gone.
They are accompanied by countless annoying troubles.
The burning colon
Trembling gently on the clear waves
Flopping wildly on the pond.
The girl stroked the green lotus leaf and was washing it.
And I, like duckweed, have been wandering for many years.
When water waves walk in soft mud
How many dreams are there in the pear garden?
Just flashed through my bronze mirror.
Today, I am on my way home again.
I am twenty-five years old.
Twenty-five bloody spring and autumn
25 degrees covered with dust
But, my Gillan.
Where are you?
Ever since I broke up with her on the cliff
Where will she turn?
I deeply blame myself for my incompetence.
But I like her so much that she is all I have.
However, what a cowardly person I am.
Although I am vaguely sharp and mean, my face is covered with dust.
Although I am vaguely cynical and ghostly.
But I don't yell at the sky anymore.
I no longer let myself be in extreme loneliness.
I know the arrival of genius is false.
But I know that the eternity of love exists.
But, my Gillan.
You may have lost your girlish charm.
Yes, I only love girls. I only love virgins.
But I, but I, the fire inside me
But it's burning everywhere Yes, Guilan.
I don't want my desire to burn on you.
How pure you are.
How beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.
Your beauty is the beauty of a fairy, which transcends vulgarity and dust.
What about me? Ten years of wandering in the imperial capital
After numerous inspections.
I have lost my talent and ambition when I was young.
I have to bow to those evil and corrupt officialdom.
But, anyway, I always go back to my hometown.
I finally escaped from the imperial city where tigers and wolves lived.
However, this is no longer my hometown.
This is also the hometown of money and decay.
My hometown is in the fog.
In the clear smoke, in the blue sky.
Is this my home?
I suffer from the shortness and disillusionment of life.
But I must rest my arm and feel my cold forehead.
I have taken Dijing's treachery away.
Come back with the desolation of Kyoto
(Mi Li slowly calmed down his haggard and arrogant appearance, and he began to breathe slowly, and the color pulse began to fluctuate slowly. He has now reached the boundary of Jiangnan and the gate of his hometown. The land began to torture and tease him. He knew that he had lost any intimate childlike affection for this wilderness. He can only live in loneliness and depression, and his mood is obscure and depressed. However, his only reliance is Ji Lan. He knew that when the world and Jiangnan became more and more broken, she would appear and appear on the urn. She will always be the flame in his life. She not only ignited his physical desire, but also ignited his desire for unlimited creation. Nowadays, the huts in the country have been covered with snow. Snowflakes were flying wildly over his head. Ah, I am so poor and penniless now, and poverty may follow me all my life! So, how will I spend the rest of my life in this deserted Jiangnan capital? )
(Xiaomi walked into the city with contemptuous eyes and hazy guilt. In the blink of an eye, the door closed. Xiaomi silently told with his very skeptical eyes, yes, this is the most desolate night scene. It's time for the earth to rest. Dusk in winter comes quickly. He knew that he was undoubtedly the last person to go to town. Now, he can only walk alone in a strange street in the town. )
(Xiaomi is from the top. In the next year, Xiao Li looked back at his hometown after nearly ten years. )
Is this my hometown?
Ah, people are like ghosts.
There is not a breath of life in their eyes.
On both sides of the street, there were some hawking sounds.
I know, they do it for a living.
However, does life have to be like this?
I'll be in my own maze
In the Drum Tower Palace built by myself with poetry.
I am willing to spend my miserable and barren life.
But they don't want to. They have their own lives.
Look, it's next to the inn that is fluttering in the wind.
There are several boys sitting with fists.
There is no sadness or happiness on their faces.
They only have the pleasure of drinking.
Only the fun of playing with women
Women, for the peace of my wilderness,
They are always indifferent.
There is only decay in the weak breath.
However, nowadays,
In the dense grass lane of Wojiang village
In my wild, depressed and grotesque Jiangcheng.
Who will understand me? Who will bow to your sorrow?
Forget it. As long as we live like this, we can only accept our fate.
Let's lead a drunken life.
I can't wake up after drinking, and my skin and bones are crisp.
Why should I wake myself up?
Why are you thinking hard about nihilism, Gillan, who may be dead?
Why rush about for an embarrassing career?
I know Gillan will never do this.
She never let me take any imperial examinations in Dijing.
What is that? That's the devil who destroys people!
The mouth of my God is to help the poor.
But in his own hands
But bloody adultery will always exist.
Why? Because they will always be the bane of evil in the world.
Long-term disaster
Is the result of their power struggle.
Just today, today in the street of this hometown town.
I can see countless tears.
Countless men are planning in bars.
There is enthusiasm on the surface, but in their hearts.
But this will always be an inevitable depression.
There is no color in their faces.
There is no binge drinking of youth.
Only the indulgence of desire, only the vicissitudes of life.
But who hurt them?
Those who engage in the imperial examination system! be
That's them. It is they who disturb the leisure of poetry.
Today, I am walking here with sadness.
Walking in this poetic Jiangnan is vaguely like dreaming.
Let the snow wreak havoc on the earth
Hanging on my chest
My ghost is crying in the castle outside the city.
But these people in front of me
Sleep in your dreams.
They ignored all kinds of snowstorms flying outside the city.
What about me? Tears piled up on my cheeks.
Touch the only silk scarf, the only red warmth
She is so far away from me now.
(Mi Li sadly continues to walk aimlessly in the streets of the town. He gradually left the noisy neighborhood. Along the way, he knew it was his dream. But he is looking forward to the appearance of Gillan. He remembers that it was also in this winter in the south of the Yangtze River that they met on a bleak street on a snowy night ten years ago. His look suddenly became clear, and the warmth of memories swept away his sadness. Yes, I should keep walking here. Maybe I can find Shan Ye's past romantic feelings here. Then let me go to this balcony. Let me grasp the shaking of the soil and the falling of the leaves of wood sadly in this completely quiet snowy mountain and in this desperate dry well where hunger always strikes. So, what about my dream Gillan? She will also meet me in Leng Yue, in an unknown black house, in a sad attic. )
(Mi Li presses her chest tightly and slowly walks to the Phoenix Tower in the town. Ah, yes, this place is an excellent temple for poetry. However, when Fang is sad today, where is the mind to let fantasy wander in the desert? The only way is to recall the past, not to recite the words and chapters of the ancients. So, in the struggle impulse that lingers in the sky and is passionate, let the tears roll and the painful memories roar out of your vast chest. Only this drunkenness of singing and dancing in the moonlight can fully revive our youth in the dead silence of the years! )
(Mi Li is standing on the platform of Phoenix. His mind is full of thoughts. )
Miss the past dusk, autumn is strong, cold dew is strong.
I boarded this cloud in a trance, and my brain was already drunk.
But there is no wine, no warm moonlight to dissolve.
Only this whispering in the moonlight
Only the sadness of this dance
Only this painful swing between waking and sleeping.
Only this eternal grass, without movement, is gaunt.
Sad and cold night, just melt in my blood.
Fantasies abound, my past, my rebellion.
The horizon seems to shine.
I 15 years old, miss the intoxication of that moment.
You, my Gillan.
Your rustling hair fluttered in my eyes.
You hold vanilla and wear delicate flowers.
Wear a red silk handkerchief on your head.
What about me? Just like tonight.
It's a moonlit night, and the waves are very big. It's a trance-like cloud.
An equally charming and resourceful figure.
It is also a graceful haze.
You shouted in the wilderness, and you were naked.
Snuggle up in my heart
But I'm already drunk
I have been intoxicated with my imaginary hometown.
Indulge in endless love desire
I hold your fragile desolation.
Embrace your red crisp tears.
But you, like a child.
Fishing in a poor way to avoid the snow
What about me? Tears blurred in the moonlight.
In the cold moonlight
In the lonely wind
Return to my own soul.
I know my heart is the light of my death.
What about me? What about me? On this completely quiet cold night
I have to erase the sad and vague memory of ten years ago.
My sadness is an endless wave.
In the joys and sorrows of the world of mortals
In the turbulent countryside and broken mountains and rivers
All the craziness has turned into my yearning for you forever.
Mountains and rivers can stop me from calling you.
However, the moonlight tonight
It is so clear, so thin soup.
Wan Li balcony, quaint Wan Li.
Everything is like the experience of the world, gathered in my heart.
But now, I have no passion.
Ji Lan, you are the source of my surging heart.
However, the plague moon instrument made me feel at a loss.
Only the long moonlight blooms.
Flying alone on Violet Lake
The moonlit night is tragic. The moonlight is silver. Fluttering hair, already pale. The call of love, on this windy platform, has been judged as decadent. The sadness of moonlight, the dullness of moonlight. Only swallows curled up on the balcony floated in the quiet moonlight. They are happy and free. What are we? Without feelings, there is a rotten heart; Without compassion, there is the hair of the beast; No confession, nothing but the apprentice. It is not the daffodils in the window that leave chaos, but the wild animals' desire for love in the dark. I don't know what to say. Yes, it crosses the eternity of the world of mortals and faces the lonely moonlit night alone. What it has will be eternal regret and regret. However, I have no choice. This autumn, in Shan Ye, south of the Yangtze River, disgruntled ghosts of soldiers are everywhere screaming at night. So, where did the soldiers come from? These are nothing more than decorations for pastoral poets. Ah, Mi Li, I have spent 25 spring and autumn years. Am I still young? Yes, my passion is decadent, and my lament is as endless as the water at night. Angels may fly over my head, so I will look up. )
(Mi Li is still standing on the Phoenix platform. My mouth is full of moss. The face is full of vicissitudes. His broken body is covered with countless fields of aquatic plants. He doesn't know, he doesn't know, why is he here? This season, his call for the sky on the balcony suddenly increased. )
Who am I? On this lonely moonlit night
All the clouds in the moonlit sky fell asleep.
But I clearly feel angels flying in my dreams.
I feel the sound of music calling to me.
I want to look at you-
Sky. You have been silent since ancient times.
You've been swallowing cold air since ancient times.
You have been lonely since ancient times.
You have been frozen in the fable of the cemetery since ancient times.
You have been empty, depressed and desolate since ancient times.
What about me? I got rid of countless means of collecting money.
What are they? This is a haunted beast.
I was cheated by them, so
Why did I look at the face of the sky and cry?
Why do I look at the sky and shout?
Why do I despair in the silence of the sky?
Why have I crossed countless oceans or been controlled by the sky?
Why do I want to escape in the sad Yuan Ye?
Ji LAN? Ji LAN? Where are you?
This is an endless flood.
You drowned my conscience.
Me? Me? Why are you still asking questions about the four seasons sky?
Yes, the sky.
You have powerful clouds in the sky, but why are you so solemn?
Why are you full of wine and meat?
You've been miserable for years. Why don't you fall forever?
Why do you occupy the girl who lives forever in youth?
Why don't you want to spread her among the people and let her hometown fly?
Where do you live?
Do you exist in an endless heaven?
And I, your people
A heart is a passionate flame, and a body is a lively snake watch.
And you, why fall forever?
Why turn a blind eye to the suffering of the world?
A cold wind blew from the horizon. Ah, it's the wings of the moonlight, the soul wandering in the moonlight night. Yes, the night is always Mi Li's hometown. My hometown is the uncertain moon wheel in the water, shining with the water waves in the moonlight. What about us? The only goal is death. Yes, night and death are the rivals of our youth. And tonight, in the culvert of moonlight, in the whispering of crying, I am willing to die. The only remaining hatred is the arrival of this day. Yes, don't. How dazzling the halo is during the day. In the entanglement of sunshine, I have no freedom of privacy. And around me, there are some wolf eyes and tiger eyes. They silently breathed the airflow and surrounded my body around the Phoenix Terrace. )
(However, it's still on. Go out on a moonlit night. Jiangnan's first dream, such as shaving a monk, has been returned to the sun. Like a nun who killed someone, she gently repented her sins in a imprisoned temple. )
The first dream in the south of the Yangtze River has no sadness of willows, no homesickness bound by travelers, only the twilight of Huangshan Mountain, and only the clear ducks swimming in the valley pond. The first dream in Jiangnan is full of flames, and the cold hall is exposed. Lonely and trance, always natural and unrestrained with the literati's mind. )
(Xiaomi is from the top. He left the Phoenix terrace. Singing their own songs, singing their own songs. )
People are just ghosts.
I was here all night.
But they are still like hungry wolves.
Ah, a desolate night, a night between waking and sleeping.
But they are always asleep.
There will never be the possibility of awakening.
Now, the streets are boiling again
Cry, cry, greed, shout.
A huge source
The Woods that dominate the banks of the valley
Yes, I should continue to pursue my dream.
I want to enter spring.
Enter autumn
Walking into the sadness, sadness and depression of that spring.
Into the prosperous, realistic and weather-beaten autumn scenery.
Huang Qijuan wandered in the street.
What about those people in the city?
They are all dead. They are all dead.
The ancient world has stopped depositing.
Ancient primitive people destroyed the Shenhe River.
The halo of the moon at high tide flies around in the sky to crowd out.
The flow of the river diverted the sadness of spring.
The thawed river overflowed and the rolling grass was very fragrant.
A world of flowers and flowers, a tragic experience
Niu Niu's world is full of sadness.
Only imperial soldiers are a mess on the earth.
Only the list of gods is flying in the household registration.
Alas, alas, my Jiangcheng pebble.
My river stays in the smog at dusk.
You all go, go far away.
And I, greedy and corrupt.
Wish to go deep into the endless dream of Jiangnan.
Sunlight outside the cave
May you shine on the world forever.