Chapter 46 Fantasy (four chapters outside)

All day's longing and longing is in vain,-- The sun pierces the shadows on the window lattice, all kinds of tricks. Late autumn dreams far away, lonely like a poem, I'm really afraid to see the light and shadow, sprinkled on the wall like flowers. The days quietly only follow the rhythm of meditation, Do move the simple song, like a bell ringing. It's not when the light doesn't flow and the petals don't adorn, It's a heart leak but I'm patient, I'm tired of this fantasy! You came You are here, the pavilions in the painting stand on the side of the mountain,

Symphony from wind to wind, grass green to sky! Who cares how many directions the sun casts?You and I Just like the people in the painting turn around and disappear! Here you come, blooming deep crimson, The Green Ping covers the layer of Xiaomeng on the pond, The birds sing, the treetops are intertwined with branches, - the white clouds But it was us, youhu turned over several layers of sky! "September 18th" walk around The sky is covered with two layers of ashes this morning, A pile of yellow leaves hovers on the ground, Confused, I followed the cool wind, Desolate streets and alleys, follow like snakes and rats!

I asked Autumn, and Autumn seemed to question me: What is struggling in this dust and sand, The yellow mist strangles the throat of the sky, Is there only broken emotions left everywhere? But I don't believe that the blood is still boiling; Thoughts are not still spread in the streets how many floors; Willing to let the passing horses and horses ruthlessly crush them, When it blooms from the ground, another kind of completeness will come. Fujikamae ——Passing Jingxinzhai Alone Wisteria blooms Gently smell the fragrance, Nobody knows…… Wisteria blooms Gently smell the fragrance,

Nobody knows. No matter the building, the curved corridor is silent, In the blue sky white clouds go, The pool is full of veins; Duckweed scattered on the water, Reflections hang under the water. Wisteria blooms Nobody knows! In the blue sky white clouds go, Small courtyard, Inadvertently, I walked to the front of the flower. Light fragrance, the wind blows Playboy, The wind blows past me,-- Looking at the speechless, purple dot. traveling I pack up a bundle and go, Crossing a hillside pine tree, Another small temple gate In the earliest gust of wind in the morning. I have no complaint in my heart, man or God;

The troubles in the world, even my Shuo Zong, As if it has been handed over to whom... the sky ahead. The water in the mountains is so clear, The bridge in front of the mountain is so white,— I don't know if the Creator recognizes it or not draw by yourself Countryman's hat, straw sandals, Countryman temperament.