Chapter 7 under the moon

Shen Congwen "Put me as a seal on your heart, and as a seal on your arm." I recite the Song of Songs to wish you, my good man. You haven't turned your eyes to look at me, you just made a gesture. I was so startled that I was like a bird that heard the sound of a slingshot.I am so afraid of touching your soul because you are so beautiful. But this little bird is willing to often panic and panic under the sound of the bowstring, and it has found more comfort and happiness from the panic. In the sapphire mid-heaven, among the twinkling stars, there are your eyes: for your eyes are also twinkling like this, and don't let the wind blow.

In the streams in the valley, those clear and transparent mountain springs also have your eyes: I remember your eyes are clearer and more transparent than this water, flowing continuously. I was lucky enough to see you smiling once again, beside the potted lotus that was scattered in the wind that night.There is a fragrance in this smile, I am not surprised at all, when you smile, there is something more refreshing than the fragrance! I saw you smile, but I still can't find your tears.When I turned around from a fence and saw the dewdrops on those tender purple morning glories, I thought: If something unpleasant happened to her, wouldn’t the teardrops be as beautiful as the dewdrops, in the cool moon Will there be a rainbow?

I thought so, and finally licked the dew on the morning glory with my tongue. Why doesn't this person wear my teardrops?You won't blame me like this, I really don't have this kind of ability.I have so much gray hair that I couldn't find anything to wear it with if I could! A sick and thirsty person suffers from pain every day and sorrow in his heart. Are you really willing to give a little nectar to the thirsty person? This is like a good person who does good deeds, pity passers-by who are thirsty, and give tea soup. Grace will be attached to the hearts of passers-by, and those who do good will be blessed forever.

I have to work every day, so I have no free time.When I rest at night, I follow the mountain stream to find you.I'm not afraid of tigers, wolves, or scorpions stretching out their pincers to scare me. I just want to see you under the moon. When I met many fireflies playing night tours with small torches, I asked it, "Friend, friend, have you ever met a person?" It said, "How did you look for that person?" I pointed to the twinkling stars, "Here, this is the eye." I pointed to those erratic white clouds, "Hey, these are clothes." I want it to quietly listen to those stream chords, "Hey, her voice is the same as this."

Finally, I waved the pink rose I just picked from the garden in front of its eyes, "Hey, this is the face." Although these little things don't know what pride is, they still listen to what I say.But when I asked it if it heard clearly, I just shook my head and wanted to run away. "Why, have you seen it or not?" - I chased it and asked. "My lantern is not enough to illuminate my whole body! Sir, let me go, otherwise, I will stumble into the trap set by those unfaithful spiders again... Although it can't do anything to me, but I don't want to be with you." It's troublesome. You'd better ask someone else, sir, or I'll lose track of them"—it ran away.

I am slow to walk, and I can't go with them to look for you in the mountains and plains—but I have been to all the places where the moonlight streams on the mountains, and I can't see you. Looking back, I heard singing coming from the foot of the mountain over there. This singing came from the prison where the sunlight could only wander outside the wall.I ran to bless them: O you strong and ignorant rams! God has given you strength but spared knowledge: Chewing the cornbread that the master gave you every day in peace and order, disease and sorrow will never cling to your body; you are blessed—amen!

You cowardly and ignorant ewes! God has given you meekness but spared knowledge: Chewing the cornbreads given to you by the master peacefully every day, disappointment and sorrow will never be attached to your body; you are also blessed—amen! The mold of the world cannot invade you for a while, You live peacefully in prisons: To prove thy master's favor-- And testify thy master's wealth; Blessed are you all—amen! When I got up, there were two lines of tears hanging on my face.Flow for others or flow for yourself?I myself have to ask others. But at this time, except for the cold moon in the middle of the sky, there is no one who can prove it.

I want to wash my hands in your eyes, and rub your eyes, it's too cold. If your eyes were so cold, someone's heart would freeze under your gaze. Made in 1925