Chapter 17 17
【dusk】
I said I heard light footsteps behind me
You said it was the breeze kissing the path I walked
I said the stars are as colorful as fireworks
You say my eyelashes are covered in pollen
I said Xiao Zhiju closed her drowsy eyes
You said that evening primrose has opened layers of hearts again
I say it's a lively late spring
You say it's a seductive evening
【Send a friend abroad】
Gone are the days of worrying about you
The moment to be proud of you is yet to come
When the moonlight clinks
A tide of blood as warm as wine
I do not believe
You'll drift him away, don't believe
Can you give up the small island where the buds bloom forever
I do not believe
The small wooden door in the deep alley is open for me
No one opens their fleece coats to the wind
take me all the way to the bridge
Don't believe in separation, don't believe in forgetting
Don't believe in the shadows that stare at you
Still crouching in the dark corner
Maybe there are bumps in the future
but not vaguely seen the target
Maybe I've been chasing my whole life
Still have to find it from the pursuit itself
through the triumphal arch of life
Sometimes I don't know
The siren weaves nostalgia in the empty heart
The hometown water flows slowly through the fingers
【self-portrait】
She is his little schemer.
Prayed for an answer, she said nothing,
When silence is needed, she laughs and makes noise
It's dazzling.
She upsets the balance,
She despises concepts,
She is like a wayward little forest demon,
dance around him in grotesque steps.
She is his little schemer.
What he dreamed of, she refused to give,
What he never imagined, she asked for acceptance.
Attracted by tenderness and avoiding expressing it,
I'm afraid of losing before I get it,
itself is a vortex,
Also create countless vortexes,
No one understands her magic.
She is his little schemer.
Can't call, can't linger,
Seemingly close but not close, it is hard to stop.
Sometimes like an iceberg,
Sometimes like a sea of fire,
Sometimes like a song without words,
I don't know if it's true or not when I listen,
In the aftertaste, you can't tell whether it is sweet or spicy.
his, his,
She is his little schemer.
【Engraved on the base】
I am on the central axis of the earth
I am the sediment of the long river of history
Earthquake stamping, lava casting
I am the rising continent of Asia
stand on top of me, man
Please show yourself—
The hopes and longings of generations
【Send to Hangzhou】
if there is a sunny night
It's the same wind that makes my face burn
It's also the same moon, which makes people happy
Oh, my friend, please come out of your study
Who said that the road is lonely and there is no scenery
As long as you remember the rustling of feet
The dewdrops left on the tip of the grass
Has dissipated in the air
The river water must still be so blue and blue
The reflection of Hangcheng swayed in the ripples
That quiet little pavilion by the river
Remember our wishes and longings
Under the banyan tree, beside the bridge
who is still sitting in that old place
Is his heart with the fishing fire
Drifting in the vast sky...