Chapter 3 Chapter Three: Barefoot Bluestone Road

you fell into my pocket Take me to find the way that disappears in the world I think the lake has bright eyes You just pick up the fine pebbles at the bottom of the water I like flowers and boys in the forest You climbed and broke the sharp branches in the bush I saw a city weep quietly But you took away the cans that were abandoned in the corner It's dark and dawn, the road is still playing peek-a-boo You stay in your pocket with those gadgets When I can't open my eyelids, a stabbing touch Like a flock of sheep hiding in my arms to scratch I come from the depths of the earth

The blooming song is like a green ribbon But you lifted it up and ran away On the gate tower, carved gems and bronze mirrors but i know i'm not a flute The blown dream is just a pile of glass My Xiaodong cried—— "Please raise the ribbon again and lead me home..." And you'll pull the ribbon to familiar soil A piece of bamboo grows, on the bank of the ancient river singing the deep and light green (one) They stooped and arched a roof I sat down and peeled eighteen sweet potatoes Fall into the stomach and blow me into a balloon but unable to carry their wind and snow and wishes

Sweet potato, sweet potato, please turn me into eighteen bricks! I'm going to make a roof and let dear parents Sit under me and peel sweet potatoes (two) you have proud branches just stretch out in humility Don't give them all to the flowers A bamboo dragonfly and a whistle tied to one end Hanging hydrangea and sunset on one end There is also an island and a kiln mine These branches face time, coquettish and contemplative we are swaddled climb into the chest of the world Stretch your arms for a bear hug of burnt wood I don't care about the white robe and want to walk away

Fist down the flashing fangs I don't care about the candy in my mouth Kick the legs and kick the winking token I don't care that the demon king's tentacles are buzzing and smoking... We wow, wow, sharpen our claws and shine our teeth Unscrupulously loved by the world (one) Apple doesn't speak, I open my chest for it and call: branches, branches The rabbit didn't speak, I called it with red eyes: Mushroom Mushroom The village does not speak, I shake the thatched hut for it and call: Mantou, Mantou The castle does not speak, I wrap it in snow Call: Crow crow The toy doesn't speak, so I lift the quilt for it and call: Doll, doll...

"Though they call my secret, But at least everyone has a voice, right? " Ok.A dandelion nods gently in the palm of my hand (two) Many times, only one person can speak Pillow, listen, listen, I fell asleep I can't understand the skylight, so I use it as a stamp and post it Illuminated by the moonlight, but blown away by the wind as broken leaves Blowing into the bushes and being served by a white parrot To the witch who proudly casts a string of spells But I still talk alone waiting for that mysterious ear She's like an oil lamp about to go out Illuminate the beloved sparrow with the residual light

They surrounded her, beckoning eagerly— "That string of pearls, put it around my neck!" "The fruit of that tree will fall into my bag!" "This house, let's break it down into our building blocks!" She raised her cold hand, but was taken away by darkness Let the pain of love turn into a gentle mountain flower Blooming on the grave where only blue sky is watching "The Arm of the Sky" let me shake your arm so The wind fills the king's robes The rain adorns the smiling face of the clown Snow makes wizard hats pile higher And you are always silent, blown down

Just a few giant cotton flowers we planted Powerless to ring the New Year's bell Because our cloth bags are not strong Potatoes, flour and firewood Shriveled lips want to say Happy Chinese New Year to each other But the empty bowls and chopsticks in the bag are beating gongs and drums: "No! No! No!" The little bear's tail wraps around parents' hearts The fox's tail rests on the shoulders of death Swallow's tail shuttles white banquet The tail of spring hangs willow branches at the end The black train, we hold the mole's tail high form the fullest sunshine

Give red envelopes! Give a smoke red envelope to Tianqiao children Give the railway children a red envelope with glutinous rice balls Give a windmill red envelope to the children under the tree Give the lonely island children a time red envelope... So, what about your brooch-flashing uniform friend? Uh huh, no! Who told them to stretch out a pair of dirty hands I'm not afraid to deal with grand opera houses because i'm an invisible man You don't need to learn to change your face, you can wear a top hat and recite the sour hymn but the whole world will see My leaves are crouching on the giant's toes

and on the shoulders of the dwarfs They spit dew indiscriminately but did not show me his life is full of fantasy He flipped through many books, eager to meet the pirate ship But the stove devours the paper, and the sound of the horn is dim in the smoke He beats a road longing to go to the little kingdom But the footsteps can't keep up with the wheels, and calluses are flying in the palm of my hand He warmed up a jug of wine, waiting for the fox to escape the cold But people come and go outside the door, the woods are locked into a kaleidoscope He is going to pass away, and he plans to go to heaven to watch the sunset

Close your eyes so peacefully and happily But I don't know that leaving is a name without a foothold (one) Why?such a proud guy but can't catch up with one paw's home Can't hold a piece of lily-of-the-valley wind Can't catch a crisp stone They just sit on the inula with the only remaining thing called the soul call why (two) I would rather sing the praises of a cow than you The man who offered his hoe to the messenger I would rather follow a group of ants than you The man who made the world ruled by clouds I'd rather like a fox than you This man with a stomach full of bait

I'd rather be a pig than be with you This guy with a head that lights up like a big light bulb plays! Dust like water flows me away I insist on leaving one ear Just to listen to the voice of spring full of human beings—— "Look what's good about him, Who taught him not to look around at us with even a little magic! " "What is there to say to him, Look at the copper plate at the bottom of our bag that doesn't squeak! " Just wanna get that ear back 'cause I can't hear anything Can't hear the sound of the wind, the sound of the grass I never heard the sound of tears streaming down my face she loves loneliness Those little green wings Sprout in the eyebrows, in the heart and blood With deep pain, take her and her loneliness Lead to every deep wound in the world deep hugs and tears Let only warmth remain after the flames of battle burn... a long time later-- "She loves solitude, all my life" In a mother's house, there is a whisper after another if my broken wheel is not invited to the park If my copper coins can't be thrown into the house for the rest of my life If I get lost, the stars cover the clouds with a swish If I'm being honest the wolf starts grinding his teeth If I don't follow suit with the torch, the hornet will shoot out the needle If I wear a lady's dress, I can match the pearl flower So Why should I like you? Except for the little tiger on the candy wrapper Is there anything else to bask in? Oh, and a glass of wine with the crescent moon in it A basket of flowers that can't beat the egg yolk A pen that has been gliding in the underground galaxy for thousands of years and the trembling little ants in the bakery city Lift them all out and bring them to the sun to bask in the sun Look, more and more teardrops go to the light market (one) When the dew hits the wine cup at the entrance of the alley, it opens a forgotten heart Salted fish and cabbage with a bowl of rice will open up a delicious heart Squeezing the subway with gorillas every day also opened a broken green heart So what if you don't live in a big house and don't drink afternoon tea?nothing Just be happy, be happy (two) No matter how stuffy the summer is, at least some dry materials can be cut No matter how cold the winter is, at least you can take a hot bath So lonely, there is still someone thinking about you at the fence Forget the pink thank you card, though Just be happy, just be happy (three) For a sea that never sleeps, spit frightened bubbles all day long I have domesticated all the cacti, but I still have to swing with the hedgehogs all over the street Flowers and fruits overflowed the cart basket, but the silver bell rang more anxiously You said it's tiring for a cat to fiddle with a room full of balls of wool!Let's say Just be happy, just be happy (Four) The place is really small, there is only room for a white mulberry tree The tree is small enough for only one nightingale And under the tree is even smaller, there is only room for a piper Of course, only the tree, the nightingale and himself can hear his flute It's good to be happy, it's good to be happy