Wuling Boy
The aquarium in Basxia Gorge is very crowded during typhoon season
There is a tributary of the Yellow River in my bloodline
The Yellow River It’s too cold and requires a lot of alcohol
What floats at the bottom of the cup is my family tree
Hey! Another cup of sorghum
My anger is full of Suiren’s tears. There is Dayu
The sound of Zhuolu drums is in my ears
It is said that my grandfather shot down nine suns
There is an uncle whose name can scare people away Chanyu
Did you hear that? Here’s a bottle of sorghum
The Qianjinqiu is hanging in the window of Huanghang’s store
Pawning the five-flowered horse only left arthritis
No more weekends waiting for me in Ximending
So I hatched a nest of martial arts novels under my pillow
A bottle of sorghum waiter
Fire bath
An eternal yearning towards different elements
Towards different spaces to be hot or cold
I don’t know whether to rise or fall
It should rise like a phoenix rising in a fire
Or a transparent cloaked swan floating in the flow
A pure white image reflects oneself
The long neck and the plump body are all composed of arcs
There is a desire that needs to be washed and burned
The process of purification requires both
The need for sedimentation is the need for sedimentation and fluttering
Go to water to be a bird and fight fire to be a bird Firebird and waterfowl
Then which process should I choose
Western There is a swan swimming in the ice sea
It is a superhuman climate in the cold zone
The ice is lonely and frozen
Silence is the stillness of time with many reflections Complete
Once every wild goose was a swan
The sparkling water seems both illusory and real in the east
In the scorching east there is a phoenix
What comes from the fire still returns to the fire
One step at a time, the fire dances in the flames
The crow tribe will be burned to death, but the phoenix chick will not be burned to death
One The feather sun rises in the trembling eternity
The clearing of fire is the journey of the warrior
The glorious reincarnation is the soul from element to element
White Peacock Swans, cranes, white clothes and white fans
In the middle of the stillness of time, there are wise men and hermits
Eternally flowing flames
Pursing away the sins of the brave and the blood of the brave
How should you choose your soul?
You choose the cold among the cold or the hot among the hot
Choose the sea of ??ice or the sun
Have a mysophobia The soul is unclean
Whether bathed in ice or bathed in fire, both are completed
Both are admirable completed, but bathed in fire
Fire Bathing in fire is more admirable, bathing in fire is more difficult
Fire is more transparent than water and deeper than fire
Fire, the door of eternal life is arched with death
It is arched with death An arc-shaped challenge
It is said that those who have not embraced death cannot be born
It is the will of the crow and the phoenix that decide to burst into flames in an instant
Being whipped with a thousand sticks to accept such a capital punishment
Shout openly to the criticizing Thousand Tongues
I am not guilty! I am not guilty! I am not guilty! Branded back
Tattooed face, I am still me
My soul is sober, why should I be awake?
My burning arms seem to smell far away
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The hurricane of time is whistling my wings
The hair weeps and the bones groan with their own blood
Torturing myself to fly like a phoenix, your new life
Luan said:
My song is an immortal longing
My blood boils and stops to bathe my soul in fire
<p>Listen to the song of fire in the blue ink
It is clearer and louder after death
The Burial of the Stars
The light blue night overflows into the window Come to summer and pour too much
The little palace lantern of fireflies is dreaming
Dreaming about Tang Palace and dreaming about chasing Qingluo Xiaofan
Dreaming about another one The funeral of a star on a summer night
Dream of the extension and destruction of a flash of light
And your exclamation, my review and a moment of stunned silence
Wind chimes
My heart is the wind chimes hanging on the eaves of the seven-story tower
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding
One after another, they are knocking one person’s name
----Did you also feel a slight tremor on your tower?
This is the pulse of silence, day and night
Did you hear it, ding, ding, ding, ding? ?
This annoying tone cannot be suppressed
Unless all the winds are redirected
The bells are removed and the towers are torn down
Just because my heart is like a high and low wind chime
Ding-Ding-Ding-Ding-Ding-Ding
It rises and falls
Knocking on a person's name
Gauze tent
It was a midsummer night when I was a child
My childish dreams were all made of white gauze
The domed tent was gently slanted Come down
The slender holes of the nebula
Looking up is a bit hypnotic
And the dream catcher's net is always dense
Can't fly into a bloodthirsty assassin
----The nightwalker with a black shirt and dagger
Has no choice but to groan outside
But I have to let in the moonlight and tree shadows
A few timid chirpings of insects
A wisp of Zen-scented mosquito coils
Invite people into dreams, winding towards the fantasy world —----
As soon as I opened my eyes
The crimson glow was already half over the bed
Sent to the painter
They told me, This summer
You may have plans to travel far
See Van Gogh or Xu Beihong
Bring an easel and gray hair
Hehaoxiao's Sichuan Mandarin
Taipei will be empty as soon as you leave, my friend
It's impossible to look back without seeing you in the long streets and alleys
It's impossible Rainy season
The sky is full of black umbrellas and the ground is full of yellow mud
Why can’t you wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival?
Only the paddy fields in the south can’t be taken away with you
Those earthen temples, those buffaloes
And at dusk in summer
There are always one or two egrets
As if they were drawn from your ink paintings
p>As if I remembered something, I flew up
Season 3
Season 3, Season 3 belongs to Xiao and Recorder
That bhikshuni always likes to count her rosary beads under the grape trellis
Purple murmurs, knocking on my window
Oh, the sun rises late. The newsboy
can't throw in any golden news
I can't throw in the melancholy
like the corpse of a six-legged insect
Throw it over the wall
When the wind is like a greedy wild boy
Pluck away your long hair, whose round neck are you looking for
I want to climb a long distance Blue Station
Towards the south, towards the south that has not yet ended
Waiting for you, in the rain
Waiting for you, in the rain, in the rain that makes the rainbow
The sound of cicadas subsides, and the sound of frogs rises
A pool of red lotus flowers is like red flames, in the rain
It doesn’t matter whether you come or not, but I feel
Every lotus looks like you
Especially across the dusk, across the drizzle
Eternity, moment, moment, eternity
Waiting for you, outside time
Waiting for you within time, in an instant, in eternity
If your hand is in my hand, right now
If you
The clear fragrance
In my nostrils, I will say, little lover
No, this hand should pick lotus, in Wu Palace
This hand Should
Shake a handle of cinnamon jelly, in the Mulan Boat
A star hanging on the eaves of the Science Museum
Hanging like an earring
The Swiss watch said it was already seven o'clock and suddenly you came
Stepping on the red lotus after the rain, gracefully, you came
Like a little poem
From an allusion of love, you are coming
From Jiang Baishi’s words, you are coming
Nostalgia
When I was a child
Nostalgia is a small stamp
I am here
My mother is there
When I grow up
Nostalgia is a narrow ticket
I am on this end
The bride is on the other end
Later
Nostalgia is a short grave
I am outside
My mother is at the head
And now
Nostalgia is a shallow grave Shallow strait
I am at this end
The mainland is at the other end
Yantong Temple
How great is this mirror to look at me and set it up
There is no reflection of Narcissus
Imagine that the flower is no longer clinging to the body and the light has flowed freely
If a bhikshuni has a bronze bell buckled
Listen to something The moss has fallen from the times
The self-coated round head
The top of the tower is the cloud of India. The top of the tower is my mother
The ancient gray box can peek into my umbilical cord
Everything that has ever been connected
Mother is here, mother is not here
Sakyamuni is here, Sakyamuni is not here
Sakyamuni Hangzang On the reverse side of the stele
Buddha is in Tang Dynasty Buddha is in Dunhuang
Novo is sitting under the Napala tree
Before the cradle and behind the coffin lid
The lion does not roar, the bell does not ring, and the Buddha does not speak
The cry of my daughter at hundreds of levels
Calling me back for the rest of my life
ding The Myth of the Lake
The steel ax used was the steel ax of Grandpa Pangu
The one that carved out the Kunlun Mountains
It was the old chief Xuanyuan’s black horn that was eaten away
The one that shot Chi You through
Zhuolu, Zhuolu is in the oracle bones
The snowman was picked up on the roof of the world
Peng's remaining feathers changed the course of the Yellow River
On the dry river bed there were footprints of the unicorn
After five hundred years there will be another five hundred years
In the jet cloud A phoenix cannot fly
The dragon is confirmed to be a reptile that sees clouds
Cousins, it is said that we are a tribe that shoots the sun
There is a heavy The chief with pupil, the chief with colorful eyebrows
The chief with horse beak, the chief who lays eggs
If you don’t believe it, you can ask Peng Zu
Peng Zu can’t see clearly Cangjie Manuscript
Ask Lao Tzu, I stared straight at the Tao Te Ching
Ask Qi Zi, Qi Zi was hiding in the air-raid shelter
Refused to accept the reporter's request Visit
We should have donated ancient China to the British Museum a long time ago
Cousins, go to the foot of Buzhou Mountain that was knocked down
Sit on the fossils and cry all night
Cry the colorful stones into a colorful meteor shower
And cry all night long, cousins
Cry Pangu’s eyes into a lunar eclipse
And rest your head on the Book of Mountains and Seas
And rest your head on Grandma Lei’s arms
And continue the Huangliang dream for five thousand years, under the Sirius star
Dream See the hero's ashes rekindled underground
Traveling through the ranks of slaves on the ground
Playing with Li Bai
You were once the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky
The Yinshan Mountains are moving
The Dragon Gate is opening
Now it comes from your words
Thrilling waves and heroic laughter
Wan Litao The waves enter the sea
The big waterfall that shocked Kuanglu
Created something out of nothing
It goes on and on
The Yellow River comes from the west and the great river goes from the east
The other five It has been silent for thousands of years
There is a Yellow River, you are already lively enough
The big river, just give it to the countryman from the Su family
The world is divided
They all belong to the people of Shu
You occupy the Dragon Gate
He leads Chibi
The piccolo that summons souls
hunxi Come back, mother, you can’t stay in the east for long,
The tropical sea where typhoons are born,
The air pressure in the North Pacific in July is very low.
The soul returns, mother, we cannot stay in the south for long,
The one-way street of the sun train
The equator in July moxibustion the soles of pedestrians' feet.
The soul returns, mother, don’t stay in the north for long,
The white kingdom of reindeer,
There is no Sabbath night in July, only daytime.
The soul is back, mother, you can’t stay in a foreign country for long.
The small urn sleeps beside the floor-to-ceiling windows,
accompanied by the small plants planted by your hands.
Come back, mother, to guard your little town behind the fire.
When spring comes, I will walk on the wet and cold Qingming Road and bury you in a small grave in my hometown.
Bury you in Jiangnan, a small town in Jiangnan.
The weeping willow hair hangs straight down to your grave.
When spring comes, you will have a girl’s dream.
Dream about your Mother.
And on the road to Qingming, mother, my footprints will be deep,
The long hair of the willow tree is dripping with rain, mother, my memories are dripping,
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The soul has returned, mother, come and guard this empty city in all directions.
Dusk
If dusk is a lonely pass
Ximen Pass faces the sunset
O hurried saddle passengers, why
I don’t see anyone coming in, but only leaving?
As soon as I left the customs, I was ambushed
As soon as the sunset turned, everything turned into a black flag
Looking back, the west gate was closed
----How many times have I wanted to ask the soldiers on the butterfly board
I saw bats flapping up and down
Oh, an empty city
The night is like a net
Do you know how the blur of night comes?
From the sea? One fishing fire after another?
From land? One streetlight after another?
From the wind? One returning bird after another?
The heavenly net is sparse and not leaking
The hand that casts the net makes something out of nothing
Do you know how to let it go and how to close it?
Look at the row of masson pine trees slanting down the slope
The shaggy beard and backlit posture
It becomes more and more ambiguous and hazy
The long window facing the sea
I was about to say that dusk is coming
Suddenly the color changed
Said that night is coming
Say, the gray sky net misses nothing
The narrow holes are closing in
No matter what peninsula you are in the end of the world
Whatever corner of the world you are in Lou
Looking for Li Bai
——Drinking and singing in vain
Who is the hero of flying and domineering
That pair of arrogant boots are still there to this day Falling into the shameful and angry hands of Gao Lishi, the person disappeared
The ground was full of refugees and wounded soldiers
Hu horses and Qiang flutes were trampled Rhythm
Leave it to Du Er to moan in detail
Ever since that year when He Zhizhang was dazzled
He pretended to be even crazier when he recognized you as an immortal.
Use a little enchanted wine pot
Hide yourself so that even your wife can’t find you
I blame the city of Chang’an for being small but the sky in the pot is long
p>In all your poems you predict that
there will be a sudden escape from the water, maybe tomorrow
A small boat breaks through the waves, with messy hair in the wind
You have a forest of enemies, everyone wants to kill you
How can cirrhosis of the liver kill you?
The wine was released, and 70% turned into moonlight
The remaining 30% roared into sword energy
With one spit, half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty
p>From Yiyuan to Tianbao, from Luoyang to Xianyang
The hustle and bustle of riding all the way
Not as good as your song a thousand years later
The crystal quatrain taps my forehead
The echo stirred up by a local bomb
I am already down and out in this world
It would be too embarrassing to let Yelang mother go again
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What is still a mystery is your hometown
Longxi or Shandong, Qinglian Township or Suiye City
Which hometown should you go back to?
Everywhere you get drunk, you said, is not a foreign land
Disappearance is the only fate of a genius
After death, where did you escape to?
The wolf can't stop crying, and Du Er is trying to persuade you not to stop.
When I look back, my head is already white under the four windows
Seven immortals and five friends, save them all. I can't help you anymore
Kuangshan is locked in fog and there is no way to enter
The fire still shows pure greenness, just half a grain of cinnabar
How to chase the vines? Flowing clouds in Hongxiu?
The shadow of the moon in the bottle, maybe that is your hometown
Have you often looked up at it yearningly throughout your life?
Whether you go out to cry to the west or cry to the east
Chang'an has already fallen
The return journey of 240,000 miles
also There is no need to alarm the roc, and there is no need to attract the crane
Just throw the wine glass into the air
It will spin into a flying saucer
The strange flash of light will make it stronger. Turn faster
Take you back to the legend
In spring, I think of you
In spring, I think of you
Jiangnan, Tang Dynasty
Jiangnan in the poem, when I was nine years old
Picking mulberry leaves and catching dragonflies in it
(You can go back from Keelung Port)
Jiangnan
Xiao Du’s Jiangnan
Su Xiaoxiao’s Jiangnan
I think of the lake with lots of lotus and the lake with many lings
The lake with many crabs Lakes, Jiangnan with many lakes
The small battlefield between the King of Wu and the King of Yue
(That battle was beautiful enough)
Escape from Xishi
Fan Li is missing
Missing in the wine flag fluttering
(three hours’ flight from Songshan)
Emperor Qianlong’s Jiangnan
In spring, I think of Jiangnan where there are weeping willows everywhere
I think of
a fishing port on the shore of Taihu Lake, and I think of
so many cousins ??walking on the willow embankment
(I can only marry one of them!)
Walking through Liudi, there are so many cousins
Just like Ren Yilao
Ren Yi is old and in Jiangnan
(Jiangnan for three hours)
Even if we meet, they will not accompany me
Accompany me I went to pick lotus, accompany me to pick water chestnuts
Even if we meet, we meet in Jiangnan
In Jiangnan where apricot flowers spring rain
In Xinghua Village in Jiangnan
p>(Ask where the restaurant is)
Where is my mother
On Easter, it is my mother who is not resurrected
A Jiangnan The little girl turned into a mother
On Qingming Festival, my mother is calling me, at Yuantong Temple
Calling me, on this side of the strait
Calling me, on the other side of the strait Over there
Shout, in Jiangnan, in Jiangnan
Jiangnan with many temples, many pavilions
Jiangnan, with many kites
Jiangnan, Jiangnan in the sound of bells
(Standing in Keelung Port, thinking - thinking
I can’t go back even if I want to)
Jiangnan with many swallows
Moonlight light
Moonlight light, the moon is like frozen arsenic
The moon is like arsenic, the moon is like frost
Whose wound falls on it?
Moonphobia and lunatophilia
Burst seasons, moonlight
Ghost sun, ghost sun
Death Star Reflection of the light reflected on the face
Moonomania and lunarphobia
Haunting the cat, haunting the sea
Haunting the pale beautiful woman
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Under the lunar moon, night is the border of death
Stowaway dreams, stowaway clouds
Modern times are far away, ancient times are close
Morephobia and moon love Crazy
The sun's coin, cast with two side profiles
The sea is pregnant in the distance, tonight
The black cat is chanting on the tiles
Moonomania and lunarphobia
Pale beautiful woman
Big-eyed face, pasted on the window
I have been busy all night , hold the moonlight in the palm of your hand
and pour it into the bottle
Analyze the chemical composition
Analyze memories, analyze sadness
Morephobia Crazy for the moon, moonlight
Spider web
Twilight is a strange spider
Skidding in the water and attacking
Fuzuzu Rising and falling quietly
There is no trace on the calm sea
I don’t know where to land
I only know a look back
You and me They have all been captured
Fall into the gray net that it can’t finish spitting out
Cuckoo
The flute player in the cloudy sky repeated repeated phrases Playing music
Muttering, whispering, whispering
The bitter cry brings the Qingming Festival
And the rain and mist filling the mountains and valleys
The low return of the eternal In the sigh
It is always the watery feeling of the rice fields in the south of the Yangtze River
When the butterfly umbrella has not yet gone out
The frog drum has not moved yet
You From the ancient almanac of Shennong
Flying all the way according to the solar terms
Hiding in the most depressed corner of Yeyan
The sounds of pain urged me to go back
Why not go back? You mean, why not go back?
Where are you going, flute player, I ask you
When I was a child, there were so many strange roads on the fields
I had already sunk deeply in the dusk
Can’t reach out from a distance
He came to take me home
There was no shepherd boy on the way to sweep the dusk
The small shop in Xinghua Village I sold beer instead
You can’t even draw it with ink painting
The nostalgia behind the drizzle
Put down the nostalgic almanac
I looked at the barren hill opposite
The two horses still plowing the fields on Sunday
The roaring excavators
The so-called eternity
The so-called eternity
Isn’t it just a night walker who is afraid of ghosts
A password to be brave
In the dark wind that blows out the torch
p>Passengers on the way forward
Or people coming from the back
Occasionally say hello from afar
A touching legend is secretly told
It is said that there is a city that never sleeps
Thousands of lanterns with wild flowers blooming
As soon as the border is crossed, it is clearly in sight
It is never something that can be looked at Central Square
The road that was coming towards me was a ray of light
It turned out to be a ray of light
Setaria
In the end no one could argue Grave
Death is the only permanent address
For example, after the mourners have dispersed, what if the back door of the funeral parlor faces south?
Facing north, so what?
The hearse always looks like it is about to travel a long way
In short, no one can resist this matter
As for immortality
Or It’s just a code word, for night travel
It works, or it doesn’t work, I believe it, or I don’t believe it
In the end, no one is higher than Setaria gracilis
Unless the name Ascending, look at the stars as they are
Go to attend Rick or Li Bai
Besides
Leave everything under the grass
Name belongs to name , skeletons return to skeletons
Stars return to stars, earthworms return to earthworms
Under the night sky, if someone calls out
There is a light above
Below, there is a cricket
Faintly looking for an answer
Ask a candle
By chance, on a night when there is a power outage
A white candle Accompany me willingly
To explore a world that has been lost for a long time
Look at its attitude of diligently leading the way
And Qingguang, who takes care of me with his family
It's so familiar and amiable
It's hard not to doubt
It is Bashan Yeyu when I was young
Accompany me to read to the edge of my dream
The one that just turned into smoke
Each candle has a story
Tell it to the fire carefully with its core
On the table Is that part of the tree really the one we looked at each other forty years ago?
Is it really the same, candle, let me ask you
A gust of wind But you shook your head gently
Which consciously or unconsciously seemed to be saying no
Whisperingly or unconsciously, it seemed to say yes
Even if you are really the same person as before
You were recognized by me all of a sudden
How can I expect that in the swaying light
You will also recognize that this is me
Recognize this strange white-haired boy in front of you
Is he the young man from Wusi back then?
To the lamp
An old age worthy of living, No matter how lonely you are
You must be awake late at night, just like tonight
When the sound of the waves gently shakes the restless world into a dream
: Boat in the harbor
On the street under the mountain, the wife is about to get married
The snoring on the desk echoes the sound of the wind on the water
Fortunately, this thing is still left A lamp
accompany me to savor the long empty night
None
On how much anger and sadness is still hidden under this white hair
This right hand that refuses to let go, when everything
can no longer be held, especially It's time
I still want to take advantage of my muscles and bones before they are dull and my wrists and blood are not cold
Ask fate for the meaning of coming here
And you, Deng, are always there to take care of you
Favor the warmth of the pulse
Every secret I want to tell the world
No matter how light the strokes are
You will A whisper that I think is important
Won’t be drowned in the snoring wind
It also guarantees that I will fall asleep in the end
You will still shine here just for
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Stay outside the dream to convey my words
to those who must be awake
中元月
The mercury moonlight fills me A bed
Is it sent by childhood to find me?
For something missing?
But I can’t remember it at all
In the ambiguous eyes, I saw a piece of arm
Is it mine? It sank to the bottom of the water
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A historical relic that needs to be verified
Qinghui is so precious, if you live happily for a long time
Wouldn’t it be a sin to let down Chanjuan?
Suddenly I turned outwards
I bumped into the full moon
I couldn’t avoid it and was lost
Suddenly How many pieces were broken?
What’s even more shocking, look, it’s the moonlight
It passed through me without leaving a shadow
I heard my childhood calling me outside
The shadows of the trees were whirling, and I opened the window to respond
A gust of wind picked me up
I fluttered towards the mirror of the ghost moon
It blew all the way over
The next date
——The farewell message contains an oath that both of us know well.
When I die, your name will be like the last one A petal of a flower fell from my lips. Your fingers
are like a bunch of keys, exquisite
Hold in my hand and let me open
Let me suddenly open which door ?
I am lucky to die holding your hand
Listen to you, you still love me, listen to you
There is still a phoenix after the death of the phoenix
p>There is still spring after the death of spring, but at least
One May once belonged to us
Every white hair still trembles for you, every hair is charming
I remember the old days, remember
A few red lotuses bloomed where you stepped
A narcissus sprayed where you stood
You stand in the wind, your skirt is fluttering, and your hair is fluttering
Cover your ears on my chest
Listen to my heart, it is tired, tired
It has exceeded its age, for Zhen Zhen, Zhen Zhen
It dances too strongly and too frequently
Love gives it too heavy a load, love
One end of love is here, the other end
is in the primitive.
The last date was in Lantian
The last time, on the shore of Luoshui
In the wilderness, in the sea, in the twilight of the nebula
In memory, memory Outside, love on the other side
Where is the next date, where is it?
What do you say, you say, I will follow you
(Do you believe in reincarnation, can you believe it?)
The black sleeves of death block it, I see Not sure, but
Well, I heard it, I will definitely go
Forever, I will wait
If I hear you talking in the morning, it will be the most beautiful
That verb, if I die that night
What should I be afraid of? When I love
I must love sadly, if I can’t love beautifully
Your beauty hurts me for no reason, this summer
As long as I stretch out my arms, A miracle will fall
In my open palm, you will fall
In my palm, the palm of the lotus
For example, at dusk in late summer, Facing the pond full of clear fragrance
Facing the souls that are quietly and spontaneously burning
Which one, which one will agree to me
If I call your little name?
As long as there is a red petal in the pool and summer, why should I meet you?
Lian is Zhen Zhen’s nickname, and Lian is Zhen Zhen
When you think of Zhen Zhen, you see the person when you see Lotus
As long as there is it in your heart, as long as you are in your dream There is also
There is still a fresh petal, that is, the summer has passed
that is, the ground is full of broken stems, that is, the sky is full of broken stars, the immortal
is still the soul of the lotus
Forever, I will wait for you to part your lips, open your mouth, and spit out the verbs
Those who have loved will never be forgotten. There will always be wounds against those who have been wounded
.
My scars
Shockingly red, shaped like a lotus
Nostalgia
When I was young
Nostalgia is a small stamp
I am on this side
My mother is on that side
When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket
I am on the other side This end
The bride is over there
Later
Nostalgia is a short grave
I am outside
Mother is inside
And now
Nostalgia is a shallow strait
I am here
Mainland Over There
Qin Terracotta Warriors
----Pottery Warrior Warriors Unearthed in Lintong
The armor is not removed, but the hands are still tightly held
My invisible bow or spear
If the drum suddenly beats
Will you turn around immediately? Immediately
Look back two thousand years ago Rushing to the battlefield
to join rows and rows of comrades?
If you suddenly open your eyes, you will flash with power
With a cocked mustache, you are brave and unruly
How should the surprised audience avoid it?
Fortunately, you still have your eyes closed tightly, as if
you have been accustomed to the darkness of the underworld for many years
How can you be exposed all of a sudden?
If you speak suddenly, with a strong Qin opera
and an ancient tune, who can hear you clearly?
The river bank separated by a long period of time
I don’t know whether there are Han people, let alone later
Are you talking about your Xianyang, and I am talking about my Xi’an
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Who can tell the chess game of Chang'an clearly?
No matter how strong your arrow is
It will never hit the peach blossom garden again
Ask what this life is like, I can’t hide it from you
The empire of the First Emperor, the carriages on the same track, the books on the same text
The mighty black flag fluttered from the Great Wall to the address
It was only passed down to the second generation, and you were left behind. Soldiers
Leaving pits and valleys full of pottery figurines
Strict discipline and a mighty six thousand soldiers and cavalry
How can one say that one has no clothes
In the same robe as his son
Wang Yuxingshi
Xiu my spear
In the generous singing, following the ancestral dragon
Everything They all went underground, but only three? There is no longer a world with the surname Ying outside
The surname is no longer Ying, but from now on our surname is Qin
Where is Qin, where is Qin, Fanbang calls us
Qin, Qin, how many times has the Yellow River been cleared?
Qin, Qin, how many times did Harley look back?
After being imprisoned in darkness for two thousand years
It is agreed that you will be unearthed in various places
Reform the team in the museum
With vivid eyebrows and a calm expression
Witnessing a missing empire
And the noisy audience, we
will all go underground in the blink of an eye.
What year and month will it take for it to be unearthed
Oh no, we are made of flesh and blood
We will die in the blink of an eye, just like the nobles you are buried with
Only you immortals are left, six thousand soldiers and horses
Tongguan has fallen, alas, Xianyang cannot defend it
Who will save the fire in Afang Palace? Only you who are left
who can never go back have become
hostages for generations to come, prisoners forever
It has been more than twelve times that you have remained silent. A man who respects gold?
Who said that there are no descendants? You are the most noble descendants
You don’t escape into the past with the First Emperor
But you follow Xu Fu’s six thousand men and women
Assigned to explore immortality in the future