Melancholy demon, released spirit,

flying over the sinful land,

fond memories of the past,

scenes flashing in his heart.

He was once a holy angel of wisdom,

perched high in the sky of God,

a hurried comet raced past Guangyu,

a pair of bright eyes smiled at him,

looked at each other and saluted each other.

Through layers of eternal cumulus clouds,

Staring at the drifting stars in the sky,

Being kind-hearted, he also wants to know,

Groups of people abandoned by God.

At that time, he was deeply favored by the creator.

He had faith and knew how to love and hate.

He didn't doubt and blaspheme.

He had a bad habit of wasting his time like water.

He had not eroded his new soul ...

Countless past events are like passing clouds, and

It's hard to remember them one by one.

The liberator wandered in the wild,

and couldn't find a place to live for a long time.

century after century,

like one minute after another,

flies away in a monotonous order.

He rules this small world,

He spreads evil, but he is not happy:

He travels all over the world without seeing anything,

He can resist his tricks-

He is also tired of doing evil.

The liberators in heaven fly with their wings flapping, and

fly to the mountainous Caucasus.

The peak of Kazbek is wrapped in silver,

like a huge diamond.

Darya 'er Valley is dark,

like a big crack in the ground,

like a snake crawling around.

The Terek River runs day and night,

like a lion with flowing mane,

the roar resounds between heaven and earth.

Animals swim in the mountains and birds fly in the blue sky.

Listen to the surging river and sing loudly.

golden clouds in the sky,

trekking from the far south,

all the way to the north.

Rock cliffs on both sides of the river are endless.

Once tortured by mysterious sleepiness,

I bow my head to the river and stare at its scaly blue waves.

The tower of the castle on the cliff is towering,

It looks through the clouds,

It stands at the gate of the mountains,

It guards the Caucasus like a giant.

The whole world was created by God.

There is another strange and wild scenery here.

The arrogant spirit is full of contempt.

He throws a glance at God's creation.

His arrogant forehead rises.

The expression on his face is mysterious.

Then another scene unfolds,

like a colorful picture scroll:

the beautiful Georgian valley,

like a luxurious carpet spreading in the distance.

this is a happy and magnificent land!

Rows of poplars stand upright like Optimus Prime,

Roses in full bloom are full of affection,

On the riverbed full of colorful stones,

a swift stream is gurgling.

The lark sings like a flower girl,

The shy beauty bows her head and says nothing.

the branches and leaves of a hanging bell are luxuriant, and

the tree body is coiled with lush ivy.

Three or two elk hide timidly in caves to avoid the heat.

The green leaves play in Jin Hui, and the plants are full of vitality.

The blue sky and green land are full of sounds, and

hundreds of creatures breathe quietly.

At noon, the scorching sun bakes up the sultry summer heat,

At midnight, dew drops fall-

God always moistens the earth at this moment.

The beautiful eyes of Georgian girls are

like the stars in the clear night sky ...

The scenery between heaven and earth is thriving,

The mind of those who let go is silent and empty:

Apart from cold jealousy,

There is no new feeling and enthusiasm;

And what he sees now,

inspires him to despise and hate.

Master Goudal is white-haired.

He built himself a high-rise house with an open courtyard.

He enslaved countless obedient slaves and

consumed all their blood and sweat.

The high courtyard wall stands on the hillside,

It blocks the bright sunshine in the early morning,

First-class stone steps are chiseled on the cliff, and

The high pyramid tower leads directly to the river.

Tamara, a beautiful young lady,

wears a white veil on her face,

often goes to the Aragua River to get water,

and walks up and down the stone steps.

This house is tall and guarded,

The cliff overlooks the valley silently;

bagpipes are ringing, and wine is pouring.

There is a grand banquet here today:

Goudal is holding a wedding for her daughter,

relatives and friends are invited to attend the celebration.

On the carpeted roof,

the bride is sitting among her girlfriends,

they are singing and dancing there,

killing the waiting time leisurely.

In the distance, the mountains cover half the sunset,

The girls beat the beat to sing,

At this time, a beautiful woman picks up the tambourine-

It is the bride as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade.

I saw hands holding the tambourine,

drawing a circle on my head,

suddenly jumping faster than a bird,

suddenly standing and looking around-

under that adorable eyelash,

a pair of watery eyes flashed.

She raised her eyebrows slightly,

She lowered her pink neck slightly,

Those charming little feet kept spinning and sliding on the carpet.

Her heart was filled with innocent joy, and

Sheng Shang also showed a slight smile.

The bright moon in the sky is shining brightly,

It reflects the slight ripples on the blue waves.

How can it compare with this pure heart and full of youth?

How can it compare with this charming smile!

I swear, by the dawn of the East,

by the midnight stars and sunset,

the monarch of Persia,

or any emperor on earth,

never kissed such eyes!

There are countless gushing fountains in the palace.

In hot season, beads splash.

Never used cool and pure water to wash such a beautiful figure!

There is no hand in the world that

has combed such beautiful hair and

touched such a lovely forehead.

Since mankind was expelled from the Garden of Eden,

I dare say that there has never been such a beautiful woman in the sunshine in the south of China

!

She is the heiress of Goudal.

She is dancing and singing for the last time.

Today she is an innocent and lively girl.

Tomorrow she will be deprived of all her freedom.

She will become a loyal and docile wife.

She will go away to an unknown foreign country and

live in a completely strange home.

The future is mysterious and dim,

The cheerful face is often sad;

at this moment, she is still dancing,

a simple and lovely look.

If the devil passes by in the sky at this moment,

even if he only looks at her,

he will definitely remember his old partner and

turn his face away and let out a deep sigh.

It happened that the devil saw this scene, and

he immediately felt his heart pounding, and

his sudden passion was indescribable.

A voice of happiness is loud, and

it reverberates in the empty heart for a long time.

suddenly he realized again,

the sacredness of love, beauty and kindness!

He gazed at this wonderful scene.

His dream of happiness in the past seemed to be an endless long chain,

like twinkling stars,

dancing and spinning before his eyes.

He was attracted by invisible forces, and

began to experience this new worry.

worldly desires suddenly began to speak again.

He spoke sincere language in the past.

And those deceptive rhetoric,

I racked my brains and couldn't think of it at all.

have you forgotten all kinds of evil thoughts?

god never gave him the power to forget.

is this a sign of regeneration?

......

When the setting sun gradually sets in the western hills,

the anxious groom is gearing up and

hurrying to attend the wedding reception.

The blue waves of Aragua River reflect the sunset glow,

The groom came to the Qingqing River safely.

A large group of camels walked behind him,

carrying heavy wedding gifts,

following each other in a long line,

waddling forward.

Camel bells jingle,

The Chief of West Nodal is walking in front,

The groom is carrying rich treasures.

The belt is tightly tied to the burly waist,

The machete shines in the sun,

The dagger inlaid with gold and silver is tied to the waist, and

There is a carved pike behind him.

The riding clothes are gorgeous,

They are embroidered with beautiful patterns with gold thread, and

The wide sleeves are fluttering in the wind.

The saddle is embroidered with colorful silk thread,

The bridle is tied with exquisite silk tassels,

A famous golden horse is under its legs,

The horse is already dripping with sweat.

A swift horse produces a thousand karabakhs.

At this time, it pricks up its ears in horror,

snorts and looks sideways from the high slope,

The turbulent waves stir up the foam.

how dangerous the narrow road on the cliff bank is!

On the left is a steep mountain,

On the right is an abyss of rapids.

As the night falls, it's getting late.

The sunset glow on the snowy peak is dim.

People are speeding up.

There is a small ancestral temple by the roadside.

For many years, a maharaja was worshipped.

He died at the hand of a vengeful enemy.

Now he has been revered as a god.

No matter going to a festival or fighting,

No matter where you rush to,

pedestrians always pray devoutly and

head for this small ancestral temple.

And this prayer is really effective.

You can avoid the sword of cultists.

But the brave groom was absent-minded, and

ignored this custom handed down from generation to generation.

The treacherous devil played a trick,

disturbed the groom's heart with fantasy:

He thought he was in the darkness of night,

kissing the bride's lips.

Suddenly two or three figures flashed out, and then

gunshots rang out-something was wrong!

The brave maharaja didn't say a word,

He leaned slightly in the stirrup, and

The leather hat pulled his brow.

The gun in his hand flashed a dim light.

The whip rang and another shot was fired.

Like an eagle, he rushed forward ...

A low moan, a high cry,

suddenly resounded through the deep canyon.

But the fighting didn't last long:

The timid among the attendants have escaped.

Everything around slowly quieted down,

The frightened camels crowded together and

looked at the rider's body in horror.

The low and monotonous camel bell,

soon echoed over the grassland,

The camel caravan full of treasure was robbed.

Birds swarmed at night, and

circled over the bodies of Christians.

They were not buried in their hometown monastery,

There is a quiet tomb under the slate,

Their ancestors rest in it.

Their sisters and mothers,

all wear long shawls on their heads,

can't mourn their graves from afar with sorrow and prayer,

.

However, there was a very kind person.

A cross was erected on the rocks beside the road,

so that future generations could remember them.

Vitex negundo, which grows in spring,

wraps a cross with green branches to appease these dead strangers.

Passers-by have gone through a lot of hardships,

rested in the shade of Christ,

tired feet set foot on their way home ...

The steed ran faster than the deer,

as if it were rushing to the battlefield with a snort.

Sometimes he suddenly stops his hoof while running,

he vigorously stirs his nostrils and

listens to the sound of the breeze;

Sometimes he jumped into the air,

four iron hooves knocked on the ground almost at the same time,

he raised his messy long mane, and

he raced forward with all his life.

The rider on the horse can't speak.

From time to time, he struggles hard on the saddle.

His feet are firmly in the stirrup.

His faint head droops downward.

The saddle is dyed red by the flowing blood, and

he drops from the saddle to the ground.

Mercedes-Benz steed, you are flying like an arrow.

You sent your master to the woman's house.

The Ossetian bullets are so vicious that

they have caught up with him in the dark.

Goudal's house was full of noise and crying.

People in the yard crowded together:

Whose horse came in a hurry and fell to the ground on the stone steps in front of the gate?

Who is this dead rider?

His clothes and weapons are dripping with blood.

His dark brown face is deeply wrinkled.

He still has traces of cruel fighting.

He still held hands in the last struggle.

He held his horse's mane tightly with one hand?

Girl, this is your groom.

Just now you eagerly looked forward to him!

He has fulfilled his noble promise.

He came to attend his wedding feast.

Unfortunately, he was caught in the middle.

From now on, he can't cross the horse saddle!

Suddenly God's punishment came, and

A bolt from the blue fell on the carefree family!

Poor Tamara fainted at once.

She lay down on the embroidered couch and cried aloud.

Her chest was flapping,

Tears rolled down one after another,

Suddenly she heard a voice on her head,

She spoke in a magical tone:

"Don't cry, baby, it's no use crying!

Your tears are not fairy dew,

You can't wake up a cold corpse,

It can only burn a virgin's cheek,

It can only blur your bright eyes!

His soul is far away from you,

and he can't feel your grief.

His soul has left the body,

bathed in the glory of heaven,

listening to the wonderful music of heaven.

The living are full of grievances, joys and sorrows,

The sadness and crying of the poor girl are worthless to the guests in the kingdom of heaven.

every living person must die, which is fate.

I am an angel on earth, believe me,

Your precious grief for him,

he doesn't deserve to enjoy it for a moment!

"In the ocean-like space,

the fleet of stars is arranged in an orderly way;

They don't have a rudder or sail,

They float leisurely and quietly in the clouds.

The vast sky is boundless,

Clouds are as thin as silk threads;

The faint thin clouds are always erratic,

There is no trace left in Guangyu.

No matter when they meet or leave,

they have neither joy nor sorrow;

They have no hope for the future, and

They have no regrets for the past.

In the days of troubles and misfortunes,

I hope you just remember them;

I hope you are just like them,

don't mind those earthly things!

"The night has just lowered its curtain,

covering the peak of Caucasus Mountain;

enchanted by the world of magical spells,

at first, it gradually fell silent;

A gust of strong wind swept over the cliffs,

Just blowing the grass in Yuan Ye;

The little bird lurking in the grass,

just flew around happily in the dusk;

There is a small flower growing under the vine,

Its petals have just opened in the night,

It greedily devours the dew from heaven;

the round moon is shining with golden light.