Qingwei | original prose: Amorous should laugh at me

Looking back on the past, the fingers of the years should still be there, and I would like to ask how to make a proposed question? The wind is flourishing, the young are crazy, and the drunken drinking of thousands of rivers and thousands of moons has been exhausted. Bring the breeze together, the moon piles up, like this silent, the memories of the past, who evokes?

Affectionate words, should laugh at me, a thousand songs and a thousand family music, picked up by the flowing water, and blown away by the wind. It was chaotic, yesterday morning. Forgotten, now mentioned by whom? It is rare to see, the wind is clear and the moon is white, so the country. The crane was auspicious, and the hero was speechless, but he was changed into a red robe with green sleeves and wept. Why sigh, in the milky way, how to speak of the past and present? Try a scoop of wind and rain, in the desert, thousands of miles to ride alone. Cherry red tender, banana leaf bottom, twilight rain soft cry. Then pour a spring of loneliness and sorrow, and the grass is green.

Those who really have lofty ideals, thousands of history books are piled up, and a thousand Wu hooks have been tried. Where to look? Yes, look back, on the night of the storm. Listening to the autumn rain sycamore three or two o'clock, the flag fluttering, always provokes people's thoughts. One or two greetings, five or seven responses, to whom to beg? The phoenix from the sycamore perch, floating clouds and smoke waves, and play against the gods. The amorous, laugh at me, not intoxicated, how to give up? Inexhaustible, deceitful, want to write without words, want to say no words. A glass of turbid wine, how many things today. In a sound of prayer, a cup of pride, want to drink and stop, want to choke.

Amorous should laugh at me, in the voice of qi, can not say enough, and look at this dynasty. The smoke and clouds have dissipated, the sycamore autumn rain, a green willow. The remnant cloud stays in the chess game, and seems to be anxious and slow; with the gentleman of Takeshita, talking about the age of the day, it seems to be slow and urgent.

Wen Li Junru

One Point No. One Source Sinology