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Chapter 48 "Past Events" - Preface with Poems

I am a blind man who cannot see the way of life, and only listens to the lead of the child on the pole, walking and jumping, Step by step into the thoroughfare.There is indescribable confusion and confusion in my heart; little child, take your time, Let me rest in this cool shaded corner.Call me endlessly; I get up and straighten my clothes, Wipe the sweat off his face. You and I are still supporting each other!groping for the pipa Tune the strings, I straighten out infinite joy. There are goddesses and fairies in the story; around them the sky is full of flowers, Pearls are falling from my strings.

I applaud this lively moment; I just smile slightly, Smiling and accepting this meaningless flattery. I sing about the joys of the world; mandarin ducks swimming in pairs, The phoenix will lead the nine chicks.There is only mutual help and help in the world; In the deep mountains, the rabbit is accompanied by the lion, Long whales under the sea protect the coral. It seems to be scratching their heads and beards; I can hear people laughing, Laugh at me for being so childish and stupid... The nothingness of life leaked from the string tip.The more I play, the tighter the strings become.

The more I sing, the more my throat feels dry! I heard groans of appreciation. No one has pity for the thirsty singer, No one would take pity on her wet clothes! The world is love with pretense... I sing to the sad and desolate season, I heard the quiet running of people. I'm already sitting alone in the middle balance, - I can't hear a sound around me, Only the autumn wind, fallen leaves, and crows! Pain pierced the skin.Where did the child at the top of the pole go? I groped and cried with tears in my eyes. Your lord's sin has destroyed your innocence, The hesitation after awakening makes you dare not guide,

You left in a daze, leaving me in the middle! I still have to go through Dayi and Tongdu!I will still sing the third part, Let the music fill the emptiness of life! The night of June 3, 1929.Peking. first edition. )
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