Imagine the Silk Road in the clouds

"Silk Road in the Clouds"

Author: Wang Fangwen

The vast snowy plains of Siberia,

Thousands of crystalline pen peaks,

On the blue sky, written with God's code,

Also written with the emotions of the clouds,

Tells of a woman named Yun in Chang'an,

A long attachment to the Wanli Silk Road.

Under the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, looking at the auspicious clouds that want to penetrate the spire of the tower, paving the silk road in the clouds in the Sanskrit sound, flying in my fluttering skirt and placket, dancing in the form of the goddess of Dunhuang.

Land stops here, I come from the beginning of the land Silk Road, I want to see the end of the land, how the waves began to run all the way to the Mediterranean Sea; I missed Zheng He's hundred ships, the dragon pattern flag hunting in the sea breeze, how romantically plowed the waves of the Atlantic Ocean?

The woman who guards the Tang poems and song poems, travels through the clouds, wants to see the kingdom of Hai began to si, how the melody of flamenco intoxicates the gypsy girl; wants to see how the bull who loves flowers cleverly dodged the blade of the matador. Run up a hill full of flowers.

Want to see Picasso's boathouse, madrid's Palace of Arts, in the wonderful warm candlelight, welcomed by a group of surrealist artists, as well as the painter's new lover Doramar.

Dalí's lover's delicate rose-like face, like Van Gogh's sunflower facing the sun, still unable to hold the time of the carriage, carrying the poet to the eternal sea of stars.

Standing on the cliffs where the waves were breathing, I raised my arms high, imagining that tang jiehao de raised the sword in his hand, sharply stabbed into the sky, shattered the stars of the day, dragged the long tail, lifted the old windmill, and still rotated the golden wheel of time