Chapter 70 Tung Oil Lamp

remember up the river that is the beginning of the road there is a place called once upon a time There is a tung oil lamp on there is a child under the lamp Babbling his ancient prose if i walk all the way back Back to the start of wandering will be outside the window of the old house peek at the child who read that night Alone under the tung oil lamp Yin oh Han Yu or Li Bai in the age without television if outside in the wind in the windy night under the starlight I knocked on the window to call him out To experience the river and sea beyond the mountains Surprised childish face

will you hear the call Is it from a mysterious future? When black hair meets white head Seven points of wind and frost are like exiles Three-point self-promise as a prophet Will you recognize me? if i warn him how bad is the world outside The downstream river is muddy Can he nod his head? his time has not yet come why bother interrupt his carefree night reading Besides, who can stop he never comes down So I found my way again For a while (or is it forever?) leave him in the depths of the night At the source of the river, the beginning of the road to keep that one alone The tung oil lamp that has gradually become a myth