By Baotu Spring in Jinan, there is your ancestral temple. I knew this for a long time, but I didn't understand your pain until I really went.
Xiao was born in the Tang Dynasty. Why does Qiang Di complain about Liu, but the spring breeze is only Yumenguan? Whose fish flute is flying in the dark and scattered to the spring breeze full of Chinese fir; The Yellow Crane Tower plays Yu Di, and the plum blossoms fall in Jiangcheng in May ... The flute is alive in the lyrics of the Song Dynasty, such as your song "I remember playing the flute at the Phoenix Terrace", such as Su Shi's "The guests who play the flute will make peace with it by singing". Come to Baotu Spring in Jinan and watch the spring tide, day after day, night after night, night after night. I suspect that you gave these three springs strength, and they defiled your aura, so they surged so beautifully.
I came to your statue, and now you have a standard image. Although few people have known your appearance since ancient times, the world began to force questions, barely found a sentence about your appearance, and then carefully crafted it before coming out of this statue.
However, I know that this is not what you want, and it is counterproductive. The world created a statue without blood and meat in order to satisfy its own selfish desires. This is not you. This is not you.
I stand at your feet, with inexplicable bitterness in my heart, but no one knows it. I suspect that your soul will come to me thousands of years later and tell me your grievances and your helplessness.
However, I think that even so, I can't understand you.
In early spring, the sun is warm and the young trees are in full bloom. I walked with my head down, and my mind was full of your words. It was too beautiful, too beautiful, too beautiful to look straight at.
I know your happiness, such as "Broken Magnolia"-selling flowers on your shoulders and buying a spring flower. Tears are lightly dyed evenly, and rosy clouds are exposed. Afraid lang guessed that a slave's face was not as good as a flower's. The clouds are slanting, and I want to teach Lang Biguan. Your happiness with Zhao Mingcheng is so beautiful, but it is fleeting. What awaits you in the future is endless sadness. Slow Voice and Slow Breath is a bloody book, but Like a Dream shows an open-minded woman coming out of suffering.
When I walk out of your ancestral temple, I look back. I saw a boat, carrying a beautiful woman and her life's sorrow, coming all the way along the river of years.
Narrow alley: foggy and humid.
That is, something will suddenly break into your heart when you least expect it, which will make you unprepared.
That's the alley in my memory. That's a rainy lane, that's a narrow rainy lane.
There is no plain clothes girl like lilac, only my hometown elders.
In my dreams, I often go back to that alley, where my childhood dreams are recorded. That's where dreams begin. I vaguely remember that at noon on a sunny day, I woke up from my sleep, yawned, then drifted off and smelled a fragrance of flowers.
I don't know who picked the wild flowers nailed to the door in the wild and who nailed them to my door quietly. He (she) not only gave me a bunch of flowers, but also gave me the sweetness in my sleep, the fragrance after waking up, and an excellent mood.
I think before I wake up, he or she has walked out of the alley where I live. That alley is so short, so short, as short as an early morning yearning.
The sunshine in the morning was so naughty that it teased my eyes happily and made me laugh. I feel something whispering in my ear. This is the sound of the morning sun. I felt something kissing my cheek again, and I knew it was sunshine.
What slipped into my face? It's my tears.
Am I touched by the morning light? No, what moved me was the bouquet of flowers and the people who offered them.
I finally know that there are still some people in this world who care about me and my lonely soul. So he sent me a bunch of flowers and his heart at the same time.
This is not just a bunch of flowers, this is a beating heart.
Are you satisfied?