Chapter 38 Jingyuan

You said that the yard is deep—— Beauty is never ready-made. this silence, At night, you count, How much extravagance do you need? The moon is full, the cries are far away, Across the old willows, a wall, turned again, First grade?Coincidentally, who is burning incense again... The courtyard is full of scattered, Maybe a fairy walked by, Just bewildered, like a dream,... Beyond the window sill or dark, Or through a little light. This is quiet, the yard is deep —Some people also call it emotion— Emotion, okay, you can point it out Is there a breeze, so light No sound, blowing cold?

Black roofs, one's own, others', back hunching like a beast, and like Lonely is screaming! stone steps, though silent, you count, How many layers to go down, go down, Is there still a railing, slanted? The shadow of the double tree to support? By the way, in the corner Someone has to keep their heads down. Will forget and remember, - will think, - that doesn't matter - or The boat goes, a piece of water, or The little song is sung loudly; Or a pink-yellow flower on the branch, I can't remember who, and to whom to admit my mistake! How many years ago, —— Xia Ye.

someone said: "Tonight, day,..." (Maybe it's an autumn night) Through the vines again, Pointing to the side, whispered, "Look, There are so many stars! " The man on the grass draws his shadow; nod like that, go, Someone laughed again,... static, really, can you believe it This flat piece-- Not only the moonlight, the galaxy, Snow and fireflies are far away—— night, mood, progressive music, if slow flick fingers Can be as light as a cicada's wing, You take it apart and see, there are many, The mysterious fine net how to hold the heaven and the earth deeply,

how to interweave This delicate and ethereal wandering!