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发表于 2021-10-10 16:29:58
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It is empty,
life is hazy
walk across smoke bridge and painted willow,
step over mountains and rivers
but, can not remember the sea of flowers.
Whether or not? because of the vicissitudes of memory
and hide the amorous feelings.
Mountain and moon do not change.
The changing world
will make people old in the blink of an eye.
The dream of Coloured glaze,
just like the autumn wind,
instant shadow in the sky.
The scenery along the way
involved in thousands of melancholy
parting wine
warm the thousands of melancholy
but, I don’t know the figure of the future
will stay in the lonely city.
Between mountain and water,
my shadow,
arrived together
arrived here, the sunset
like a heart lamp
accompanied by the season wind
passing by.
Many years later, it is hard to know
that on the side of the water
who will be with me,
look at each other and explore life.
Maybe! You and me can’t tell
the world is ruthless
or the people are ruthless.
Leaves, fine wind, silence
seems to be talking
a story of deep affection.
The heart lakes in the autumn water, wake up
can’t put things on your mind
Hung up in front of the window, telling you.
Maybe, in the ancient temple
Hanshan, the old monk
can not tell what is fate.
He may only be in front of Buddha.
In the morning bell and evening drum,
silently comprehended,
know that everything is dry and heavy.
Look, it is empty. |
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