Chapter 2 two

legend -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Author: Haizi ——Dedicated to the people who work hard for the epic on the land of China In the faint distance, there is our source, the roc bird and the white light of the sun. The bright eyes of the west and south winds are upon us.memory and legacy Forgetfulness is forever.Facing this sky that has been silent for thousands of years, we do not Answer, just live.This is an honest, long life.tribulation in a sentence Be concise and short.Those calm and indifferent mountains and forests flicker on the silk paper

and the ancient road.Looking west at Chang'an, we have lived together for so long, sometimes I really want to ask: My dear ones, how did you come here, and you are even willing to accompany you We fell into a deep silence together.But now I can't.those folk themes are innumerable The first time it appeared in a dream.It is his duty to bear witness to your existence, the virtue of poetry. Heart.Time and day are different, but poetry provides a moment.let everyone Be the contemporary of all, the living and the dead. . . . it is harder to get out of the heart than to go in.The epic is a lucid objectivity.

On him, the delicate and exaggerated wings of the soul have been cast off, leaving only the wings on the shoulder blades Scars and a pair of big feet.To him, to the ground and the entity, is still a difficult task. Difficult tasks, as they are often called—start here. 1. Old people white sunset west sea - Li Bai At dusk, the sound of flutes leaking out of the basin on the clothes of the old man looking for a shore farewell to you we are the remnants is picked from the day To prove that the night does exist while gathering White flowers and pine leaves hang on the arms take another sip of water

Purple weeds are about to grow under my feet grows tamely between our necks The mountains pass across our foreheads an old hill unfathomable legend once said we'll be back soon Clinging to the red mud with your toes head against the woods For memories in autumn and winter For the secret joy of my daughter Pain for the loneliness of the dawn So many nights have been taken into our hearts I don't need dark green teeth i am not the moon I don't eat wolves alone on the grassland old man's cry fill the wilderness while alive I have curly hair Tobacco is dry moonlight is water

Take turns through the long night Village, my river of joys and sorrows now i'm going to sleep, sleep give me your graves and your knees the clay that feeds me blooming on my face farewell to you again Found so many small spots all over the field The wind and thatch on the Qinling Mountains lying on the old man's back I finally can't figure it out the body is a mystery farewell to you Not a single bird pierces the waves of the grave village No dance can complete an epiphany The sun never forgives us Days never leave us The walls explain everything before the resurrection

Chinese loaded ox leave a memory like this farewell to you to a leeward place go talk to the silent one please put your hand in my eyes Felt out bronze and wheat The soldiers and horse servants spoke the secret words from long ago The fingers of remorse will gradually stay after old people die before the children are happy Only my head is left, labor supported by tears And sunshine and rain are like many in the western oblique clothes hanging in the field passed by countless people only me still farewell to you i'm in the sand Finding words for yourself and future insects

Finding another food that can fly And the loess, the loess is struggling to bury us, the long river sets the sun give me your hands later opened mouth Fill it with your black seeds barn stands on a field no need to look up When you stretch out your hand, it bears leaves don't even need to say goodbye no need to bury Old man, you are still alive to live on a flower that always falls plunge down Two branches will extend into roots 2. Folk songs walk to deep water sit and watch the clouds rise - Wang Wei The plants on the plain are three feet long legend fruit rolled Great joy and great sorrow

That Qin opera, that suona A sudden wind blows in the Elephant Valley Remembering the old days... Human reason The truth of parents make us want to cry for no reason The moon and our empty sympathy The long blackened brow of the sun woman and child outstretched hands It's all songs, folk songs Ten Unbearable Arrows under the cuff grow up peacefully There is no shepherd who does not thin into a lonely tree at night There is no free brother people gathered on wood sudden retreat to the great plains A sudden wind blows in the Elephant Valley Tsuta and Nvluo peaceful break love

Malan flowers did not materialize at the wedding singer left us again become alone the deepest part of the world secret drinker, blessed drinker exhausted crowd gathered on flutes sudden retreat to the great plains rice cooker hold back my tears Qin opera, you are the only nipple that feeds me Qin opera is my blood crying is always direct Suona After a long absence on the snow regarded as purple fruit In the bullock cart with relatives whispered into the city I am a thousand fire veins i'm a bunch of potters Dream about black cup, pasture, universe Dreaming of the red chief and the bull with fine horns

thousands of years It's my endless dream for you yellow water break in Chime, flash past the masts of the forest again I knocked people down in the river of eternity we fall to the kang Grandma's long song ripped off Haotian, Yellow Bird, Gu Qiao ripped off soaked in ancient oil The root is the darkest and brightest lamp i sit sitting in my simple wish The act of drinking water the act of singing Gradually sacred in movement and spread Become a performance that will never be told The poor take turns feeding my children stonemasons along the river bank stand up cave

What a happy real body We live together under the folk sky world of songs 3. The hometown where ordinary people are born everlasting - Lao Tzu The hometown where ordinary people were born loomed Seven Sitting Mountains in the North With our tomb paintings and pride agriculture only wins war only failure to know to dance with strangers The hometown where ordinary people were born loomed ah city cities on the south coast Hunger, Eclipse, Inhumans light up your face again and again Fossils bury you again and again you in the palm of your hand on the city gate The story of a pair of twins engraved The hometown where ordinary people were born loomed one lamb after another sleep under your great covering The night is irretrievably clear The thorns repeatedly disorient me the crow never flew away the sun never flew away a still gesture Stranded in an old house Ah, we belong to autumn.autumn only to a severe winter to recover The hometown where ordinary people were born loomed I think of my days in the country with my mother Wild vegetables are the first tremors of spring stepping on broken porcelain People move toward more open conversation Brothers get married on my way 1 burlap pocket seed lifted to the wall look west The forest is the player of the rain The sun is a tall folk artist The hometown of ordinary people looms empty valley a snorting white horse Not yet recognized by Gunsan Someone rides a crane to the wild mountain forest only a small dam stop at the door clear eyes become clouds floating overhead make people miss with tears Watch with palms The hometown where ordinary people were born loomed that is the hometown of uncle and brother is the hometown of his wife and sister The land torments some dark-haired islands can't jump Wild Goose Habitat blood on grass seeds The high bank is the valley, and the deep valley is the mausoleum four camels in the desert struggling to support the four directions They won't forgive us on the road, on the road The peaks are buried with warm rain clouds The hometown where ordinary people were born loomed 4. The Chinese Gate of Meditation quiet and holy move and king - Zhuangzi The green unicorn emits white light Three nights of white light Indus Qifeng Three conjoined animals were born today wings in the sky in water spirit Roots in the ground contemplation, contemplation, contemplation So I sink deeper into the East The brothers are ferocious or kind in turn a red shoe put on the bodhisattva join hands There is a strong light that penetrates the quartz her peaceful rainbow lotus of nature land.sentence.life everywhere and suffering chase us To the clouds and the silence of the south The pagoda with a cold light flashing on the wall of the well software life beautiful crawling Midsummer Central Plains is over no risk Crop fell into deeper contemplation than Han and Tang I don't know who name us the ones who forget We will keep him in our hearts forever in distress keep a distance from hardship we meditate We always grab moisture and mud with our hair an idea is a womb no more folk tales The distant city collapsed we send our sons Then pull the fiber back down the canal capsize they said They cast bronze tripods in their hearts we made a permanent mistake like -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------