Chapter 42 White Jade Bitter Gourd

——Collected by the Palace Museum Waking up, half asleep, in the soft light Like waking up from a thousand years of sleep A melon is ripening calmly A bitter melon is no longer bitter The sun is grinding and the moon is grinding to carve out the Qingying of deep pregnancy Look at the winding stems and the palms of the leaves Which year's harvest seems to be sucked up in one gulp Ancient China fed and fed breastmilk Full, mellow, hearty and full The tentacles keep expanding outward Enrich every casein grape Until the tip of the melon, still sticking to the freshness of the day The vast Kyushu is only reduced to a map

I didn't know how to stack it when I was a child Spread out the endless As large as the mother of memory, her breast You prostrate to the fertile land Use the stalk to use the root to seek her favor liquid painstaking compassion painstakingly fed Unfortunately or fortunately this baby Clock the love of the whole continent in a bitter melon shoes trampled, horseshoes trampled The tracks of the heavy-ton chariot stepped on Not a single scar left It's an unbelievable miracle that only the glass is left Still carrying Houtu Yiyi's blessing In a strange light beyond time

Familiar, a self-contained universe Full but not rotten, a fairy fruit Not born in fairy mountains, born in the world Jiuxi, your predecessor, alas, Jiuxi The hand that changed the tire for you, that skillful wrist Extradition of you by chance Smile to the soul in the white jade A song, chanting that life was once melon but bitter Extradited by eternity, the result is willing