Text/Jiang Xiao (Guizhou)
Spring, you are my only choice.
I have rejected a thousand times and ten thousand times a gracious invitation in all seasons except you; with the amorous and obsessive of a first love awaits you at the crossroads of the village where you live.
Although, you don't necessarily know that there is a heart in the rolling red dust that is washed by white snowflakes and is waiting for you. However, I firmly believe that being close at hand is only a temporary stranding of fate, and once you have me, you will feel the intoxicating fragrance overflowing, and regret complaining that you should not hold back for a long time.
At this moment, under the starry sky of which side are you stopping, which landscape do you linger on?
Do you know that in the twilight in the morning glow, in the spring dream that is also true and illusory, I chant for you Oh "Want to put your heart on the Yaoqin, know less sound, broken strings, who listens?" " verse.
How many snowy days and rainy seasons have there been, for you, in order to pursue the eternal warmth of this life and this life, my heart is spread with flame-like passion, and I pursue you diligently with the piety and persistence of my father day by day.
"The road is long and the road is long". I walked through the heat of summer through the desolation of autumn through the cold of winter, but only chose your youth, your beauty, your style and style. I have the key to open a thousand doors, and I do not covet the vulgar pleasures of a moment in the midst of the golden age, and fulfill the long-planned harm of others in the journey of life—because every finger and every hair is incomparably noble.
Because I waited for your presence, I endured the surging attack of the mountains and seas of anxiety during the long journey, not coveting the temporary sweetness and coolness of any mountain spring on the side of the road, nor stopping at random in any windless harbor - blocking all distractions and tears, leaving all space lonely and desolate.
In the days that await your arrival, I am willing to endure the torment of cold and heat, as a samurai, dancing eighteen weapons to practice eighteen martial arts, trying to knock down all opponents, and then frantically embracing you dancing and full of flowers.
Tonight, the arduous journey of my trek has approached you, who is showing the dew of the mountains, and in the direction pointed out by the shepherd boy, I have walked all the way to the village where the apricot blossoms are scattered, to you who have been longing for a long time.