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Liangzhu, a dream of 5,000 years of reverie

Text/Yang Wenxia

1.

Jade is the stepping stone of the ancient city of Liangzhu, and the lights in the world are carried

Every piece of jade has amazing power. I also have a piece in my arms

Like a ripe fruit, testing the golden leaves

The black pottery contains water, or a jar of corn

The patches of time are mosaicked, and I am a bride to be married in this ancient era

Dreams nurture the happy city, and the city gives birth to me

Sleepless nights, the stars are bright

The man with the dragon-shaped jade ornament was my grandfather

It is also our king. Ear-piercing pots, fins, perforated beans, were driven

There is a great sacrifice about to begin

How precious is the time of being alone, and then I will marry the one who sings

At a grand gathering 5,000 years ago, the stars and moons were picked on Mojiao Mountain

My relatives fished in from six Watergates

More often, they are like stars, scattered around the city

In fact, I don't want to determine my identity too early

I would like to be a craftsman in Liangzhu

Burn pottery, grind jade, polish stone tools, take out divination utensils in sensitive seasons

Spread more of God's power to fathers and brothers

Sing all the songs of aestheticism

2.

Five thousand years later, I surrendered myself, leaving only this piece of jade on my body

The jade was excavated and became Chinese jade

I don't know if they know the love in a piece of jade, and how noisy it once was

5,000 years of dreams, the luster of jade is still warm and reverie

They looked at Jade with admiring eyes, but they actually saw me

My jade bones, the face of China, never decay in the bunker of time

My castle was passed down from my father's faith

That wide-knuckled cup was my dowry

Now, it is placed together with a round-bellied jar, a guise, and a large circle foot plate

Now the jade objects of bi, chun, huang, ring, and bead, I can still faintly identify their owners

I found a throat where a tall branch was singing, and it shook into an illusion in the campfire

I saw the man who moved the dream into the city, and tamped a dam on the side of the water town exposed

I saw that the jade, jade and jade trident represented Chinese jade

It is the hope and inheritance that restores the responsibility of a piece of jade integrity

The cicadas that drank dew crouched to the side and eavesdropped

I know that there are still mysteries that have not been discovered that remain in the mystery

I have never been disturbed by a Luoyang shovel, nor have I been alerted by a lost grain of time

But after being annotated by a pair of black eyes, I eagerly explained it to him

When I came out of 5,000 years, I still brought him a piece

The carved jade and the finely carved sword method are eternal relics

3.

A Liangzhu stone fish was resurrected in the ancient country of Liangzhu, and nostalgia is its wide waters

The pattern on the jade was passed down, and Xia Shang Zhou consciously followed

I was still me, and I restored the brightness in the dirt with black pottery

With jade, he lit up the eyes of the human world

He told his story with a handful of rice stealing joyful rain dew

In fact, I am Liangzhu and Liangzhu is me

"Look up at the dragon", talk about the heavens, "bow down the dragon", talk about the vastness of the earth

Using the identity of China's first ancient country, the complicated and simple sutra of life is sung

Birds and finches nest in the eyes hatch dream eggs from the whirlpool of the sound of water

It symbolizes the descendants of a group of "feather people" who have transformed themselves into a jade bird

Liangzhu, a cultural site of the world, trembles in rhetoric

Widely compared, the sentences that guide the breeze and bright moon to continue reading are peeled off layer by layer

Stone tools, jade, pottery, carbon 14 to determine their age

In fact, I was, in a familiar voice, gently lifting the footsteps of nostalgia

Fading the gleaming scales, I walked with bifurcated fins

Retain the complete form of a Liangzhu stone fish

I still look like I've just experienced Amaranth Creek and just been touched by the joy of fish and water

A bird's voice was hidden in a gray pottery

It was a secret word of surprise for the four seats, and the ripples of an insect that finally solidified

4.

When they talked about Mojiao Mountain, my grandfather straightened his spine

The brother who inherited the mantle stood in a row

It's like a white butterfly, filling up time

The unexpected aromas scattered everywhere, and the city was not their only swaddling

From Yu Hang to expand, the bleeding body was like a bow that fired arrows

But I can be quiet in the ancient city country, waiting for a night of ripe love

Liangzhu's castle was given to me, and the dream of a flat boat was driven by the surname

The Three Emperors also took my bloodline and sat down with a fruit in the good night

I don't know how to repay the favor. I wrote poems of reproduction before their labor

Use words earlier than the oracle bone to open the dawn of Chinese civilization

When they talked about Anxi Yaoshan, the immortal soul was awakening

The holes in time were pierced, and the eyes met

Take stock of the essence of 5,000 years of time

I know there was a line of shallow footprints found

The flowers are mistakenly brightly colored, while the fruit of time is not amazing

But after being taken in by the soil, you can also open branches and leaves

I know the artifacts buried in the mounds, and I know that the birth of myths requires the burden of language

I know that fanatical tracking makes the world a new lease on life

I know my dream is in that fertile land

Shimmers with seductive and brilliant light

5.

5,000 years a dream, or a dream 5,000 years. Now I'm staying in Miramar

The heart belongs to the Liangzhu Museum

Some figures practiced their labor, and some artifacts densely concealed the light and shadow

Some that once lit up the heart

The theme that is repeatedly highlighted is the things that flowers and birds place under the clouds

My heart belongs to the square circle and garden here, the myth of a piece of jade restoration

The imaginary wandering on an oil painting and the company of a stone fish

Spread a landscape within me in the span of time

The resume of the old things is constantly dusting, and the lamp is like an inner bean fire, which will never be extinguished

Fantasies like birds often fly overhead

I love the streams and flowers, the gaze in the shade and the hedges at dusk

I can safely put down the clay pot above my head

You can carefully revitalize the piece of jade in your body

You can speak of the vastness of the world through the tone of your father and brother

Give insight into the notes of fireworks jumping behind a dam

Maybe you can still hear the throbbing in a piece of jade, me hiding in the rain in your pupils

Jia He wrote a general resume

I saw that night, a star 5,000 years ago

See the man in the dream, love the immortal narration

The utensils of life are constantly placed, the city, the altar, the ancient tomb

Jade, stone, pottery, wood, bone, mixed with mountains and rivers

The footsteps of moving from one city to another

Editor: Shen Zhushi

Editor-in-charge: Zhao Zhengnan

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