The classics after fastening year, who still remembers the Na Yibing scull on bridge edge west lake, with Na Yu in alley on green flag gently footstep? The dream wakes place, who, hand hold does the poem with yellow extensive coil to be worn in the Changjiang Delta recall in the dream is that human society crazy love? -- preface Of small rain afternoon, the hand holds hank poetry book in both hands, face a window to sit alone, the scull water that ear listens to so that transmit in musical sound uses voice, heart, light smell is worn humid air, arrive directly at Changjiang Delta a region of rivers and lakes, the old dream in look for misty rain. In impression, smoke basket water circles the Liu An of Changjiang Delta, in the lake water of clear Qing Dynasty, be on the move slowly old and rising and falling air. Now, my heart soul is stepping on the cool breeze June, flow to be in repeatedly Changjiang Delta ancient town, cannot bear leave. Fasten classics year, na Mengli's Changjiang Delta, still be me depend on. The white made of baked clay grey wall of that former days, stage of arch bridge booth, river port stone rank, stake the eaves of a veranda, shadow of paddle sound light, water swings mist-covered water, and mottled blue and white porcelain, let my remain fresh in one's memory, one if see first. In the day of each Changjiang Delta, I always lend a thick fog brume, feel wispy dream, believe a hand to cut a Liu Xie into parts again, him put an end to in faint flute, along with embellish wet wind slips into Changjiang Delta... What go up when my finger glide cliff is lichenous, I farewell of human society blatant, those who pull one sleeve lilac is dark sweet, croon of shallow in word of a long time ago Tang poetry the Song Dynasty chant, sing 3 sigh. "The Southern Dynasties 480 temples, in misty rain of how many a high building. " croon is worn such line, can mirror before my show such picture: On 24 bridges, man of one white garment, face wind horizontal xiao, deep and remote beautiful xiao sound became drunk the Qing He of one pool... on silent blue waves, woman of one violet garment, face water dress and make up, black hair, drunk cross-strait flower is sweet... Swim the pace is by the side of Shi Qiao, become aware the fokelore that separates an era is not distant suddenly, I see clearly, break the bridge over, xu Xian and white a polite form of address for a young woman Yue of two affection photograph, coagulate eye is supple. Stand still in the bank of pillow water, listening to the storytelling and ballad singing in Suzhou dialect with far deep shallow depth, a Wen Run, disconsolate, a few minutes of think about with affection wander in mind, ripple. That Zhi Zhi ah ah the footstep that scull sound lets my listen hear the past to be transmitted. Think very much really, lend one shade misty rain, one crock yellow rice or millet wine, in all you one drunk. "Anxious of idle of we should like to ask how much? One plain nicotian, full city flying catkins, the rain when plum is yellow. " Fu body, pick up remove to fall red, i, mu Yu and sing... Listen, the footstep on green flag of that rain alley, tread down whose deep and remote dream? Those who who was fond of to step on? In beat of morning bell dusk, how many fleeting time to send monsoon? My have no way asks about. Now, rain still is like in those days countless ties, lingering red sorrowful, it is person face does not know where only. Rain, drip to go up in tile, drop before window lattice, the sea that drops into longing... In succession low appeal to, constitution of one paper speech, the leading edge that blossommed to fade, confused one river clear water, the wave of rhythm is smooth, did Lian become painful whose eye eye? Misty rain is boundless and indistinct, this life, who does separate an era? Blast passes, those who who knitted to blow? Deciduous leaf profusion, messy whose beautiful thing? Be like one day, oneself are wearing blue beautiful jacket, white grows skirt, an oilpaper umbrella, do not be affection work place is tired, do not fall for the leaf disconsolate, pace of long in misty rain spare time, pursue ages ago fetch dream, ju is sweet full garment, should that be what kind of a kind only the United States and? Nowadays, why the peach source that I always pursue less than blooming? In my dream, have peach blossom only one waves fall, be born Cheng Die... rain of peach blossom of that one field, wringing the poem goes, mottledded memory. On mist-covered water river, 1000 sail pass, read aloud skyline person far, smoke locks up heavy building. When, with dream of Jun Chongshi Changjiang Delta? Break grand in succession, had delimited the crossing of chilly Qing Dynasty, broke one river inverted image, this gradually in thin Changjiang Delta misty rain, increased a paragraph of new worry again. That year, we are transient Changjiang Delta, your hand grasped perpendicular xiao to be blown wave in the wind xiao sound, the twang overflow with that rising and falling mild and indirect opened the dimple on the west lake, yan became beautiful the night of Changjiang Delta, drunk my heart. After you go, my dream all involuntary discharge of urine falls in Changjiang Delta, that aspidistra boat that we ferry in all, from now on annihilation in the drizzle like aerosol... Now, the hand holds a poem in both hands to coil, heart, do not wish to walk out of misty rain Changjiang Delta from beginning to end. Think very much really with you hold hand, in misty rain drizzly in, return together swim old, pick up dream of Changjiang Delta involuntary discharge of urine again, carry one a vertical bamboo flute again, shake one leaf canoe, lend 10 lis of carry on one's shoulder wind, direct current and below, abide is worn lotus root sweet, twitter, all the way before row... Outside the window, misty rain is confusing , listen to the xiao that gets you to sound waves in the wind from inside misty rain and come dimly, make the same score narrow of level and oblique tones, 9 ileum... -- Wen Yumei solo dance |
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