Chapter 6 an idle clock

The moon is setting and the sky is full of frost, Talking about Feng Yuhuo vs Mianmian. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, The midnight bell to the passenger ship. Empty city, it's me. After years of traveling, what I miss the most in the wind and frost is the small window in my hometown. Several times I sneaked into the banana garden in my dreams, "seeing the young girl combing her hair."Her lonely shadow in the middle of the night always makes me uneasy. If you have no family, you can tell about life and death; if you have no brothers, you can talk about mulberry; those who wait for me, but I have no dreams to give.

The body is already like an autumn canopy, and the heart is entrusted to flow forever. How can I be the person in the spring girl's dream again? , . My hometown is back, and my old friends are scattered; the person who made my first dream with me has also made a trip.The last person who touched my heart has already built a family and guarded the spring flowers and autumn moon, so I can completely let go. She would not know that the man who was traveling far away was sitting in a corner of the market, watching her pass by with a basket in his hand from a distance. She will not hear, when she and the peddler commented, I sighed slightly.

She will not know how many times I have returned to Jiangting in my dreams, folded spring willows, and placed them by the well where she fetched water to water her clothes. She didn't understand, and I still recited the oath of that year by heart.Whenever it is wrong with gongs, drums and sedan chairs When I died, that oath hurt my heart again. How could she understand that I longed to forget her appearance, and looked for someone who looked like her in the manor in a foreign land. I am still the one who left without saying goodbye, the one who ruined her youth, and the one who failed her.

When she walked into another roof, her youthful empty city was returned to me. So, apart from seeing her from afar, how can I walk in front of her with two empty cities in my arms, and tell the story of the ruined branches and willows again? Let her never know whether I am alive or dead, then she can be guarded safe and sound; let her always bear a name, then she can live the life in front of her in peace, and will not look back to the empty city. The night I left my hometown, I was an empty person. Autumn frost has covered the sky, and the boats moored by the river are singing and drinking, or sleeping deeply.Three or two sounds of night birds add to the stillness of the autumn night. The water waves shake the boat and me on the couch, as if I, the river water, and Qiushuang are all awakened people from ancient times.

If you want to sing in the middle of the night, what is more heartwarming than sighing? If you want to get drunk in the middle of the night, what can relieve your sorrow more than the water of the river of forgetfulness? Suddenly there was a bell sounding across the river, and the voice stained with autumn frost sounded very quiet, as if after eavesdropping on my thoughts, it seems to have nothing to say to me. Said: The empty mountain has been taken in by the fog: the empty city, you might as well donate it to the passenger ship for freight; there is an idle bell in the pine forest temple, waiting for visitors from outside the sky, to accompany it to speak Sanskrit.