Love Song/C1 Preface Author's Word
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C1 Preface Author's Word

If the 'human nature of greed' is the hell of the Taotie;

Then the 'spirit of love' is the holy heaven of the soul!

As I was writing the words that struck the eye, I suddenly realized that I had fallen into what one scholar called 'the bottomless dark well of human beings'.

Frankly, I am incapable of knowing others, of knowing myself, of seeing through the soul of man; but I am one of the most ordinary of men, walking in the daylight among the crowds, I belong to society; in the dark of the night I walk in my own heart, I belong to myself. I had forced myself to look the same in the black and white, but then I realized that I had failed until now. Maybe it has nothing to do with my proposition. Because I have never experienced, for example, the parting love of Liang Zhu and Shakespeare, let alone the rosy scene, perhaps I am not qualified to explore such enigmatic topics. But what I want to say is this: My story is so superficial, superficial to the point of being as humble as that wild flower by the side of the road.

But at this moment, I was suddenly warmed by another divine emotion, the great and benevolent earth, the distant green that gave birth to me and raised me! In this embrace, this strong feeling quickly dispelled the boredom of the narrowness. It was like a wanderer who had not returned for a long time, once again looking towards the familiar distant mountains! Like a child returning home late at night, suddenly forgetting the soft mud on the roadside! All happiness and tenderness flowed naturally in their hearts. I knew how complex human feelings were; this homegrown feeling and that wandering loneliness! It can't be expressed in words, which reminds me suddenly of a poem by a hero:

I once thought dreams were a pair of eyes

Like a sun that has not yet risen, surging beneath the sea level

The calm water in the cradle

Silently dreaming like the stars in the night

Listening quietly to the mother singing softly

The spring water flowed with a clear and melodious "Ding Dong" and "Ding Dong" sound.

It was as if he was about to break through the morning mist

In the East, the stars were still sparkling like crystal …

The moon hung in the shadows of the mountains to the west

I'm not awake yet

My cradle is still gently rocking

But my eyes seem to be red with layers of life

I used to think that life is the unending gallop

Just like the deafening sound of the Yellow River

It's like the nature of the Yangtze River

He would never stop her footsteps …

Just like the Great Wall that was made of iron and steel …

We quietly gazed at the bewitching beauty of the motherland

The vast mountains and rivers, the golden desert that was still sleeping …

Smoke rising from the farmhouse with the green wheat field beside it

Eagles hovering in the blue sky

The silent Three Rivers Source was still like a spring water, ding-dong.

Ding dong! In the vast wasteland that was still shrouded in morning mist …

Well, I still know

A dream is not just about action, action, action

People who daydream are not really heroes

Well, I still know

A dream is a mind armed with knowledge

a steady stream of people on the street

are no longer just for the sake of simple extravagance

In the busy figure

and they all have a higher level of longing

Well, I still know

in the vast expanse of the motherland

Our people, our motherland

Our hearts are tightly connected to each other

It is our Chinese nation's eternal and everlasting wings!

I think back to this friend's poem, my eyes once again moist, it is this poem again and again brought me into the passion of the whirlpool! This was a great era! But is our personality really great? Have we really become incomparably pure in our hearts? Our hearts can really face the sun and say: You great light! It has really completely illuminated my heart!

No! No! No! I dare not admit it! Because there really is a dark corner in my heart...

Actually, when I was writing this novel, I had been stuck between the ideal and the reality countless times. To be honest, it was because of the pain I felt towards my life countless times! It is to this land has infinite deep affection, so I can not sleep night and night, to stay in this kind of deep love whirlpool!

That's right, whose heart didn't have hot blood! Who had no light in their heart! Whose youth did not burn the ardent hope! When I write about deep feelings, that boundless feeling of affection cannot be expressed in words. It is as if I am one of them, and I feel that the spirit that works for the individual and for the country may not be clearly separated!

Could it be that, as a person, we are unable to achieve the purest and most beloved? But as long as we are brave enough to open that dark corner, we will be able to see the true light! It might be enough to be able to do this.

I believe that the feelings for this land and people can make countless Chinese girls bleed their last drop of blood, but in this era of unparalleled beauty, unparalleled greatness, and unparalleled happiness, there is nothing more practical than thinking about one's own soul! Because in the Chinese culture, the pursuit of this kind of beauty has never stopped her footsteps! Only the people with desires, enlightenment, and pain in their souls were the truly great races!

So, I'm tired of numbness, I long for sobriety, I long for tolerance, I hate narrowness... There are so many ills in our hearts, and they torment me, and those around me, and perhaps in the soil of our souls there is still an uncontrollable disease!

Who said that a poet is a sick man, and if the pain of the soul is a disease, then I am willing to stab myself in the heart with this knife — but this knife has left me at all times, leaving me with no place to find it! So I don't even have the hope of being sick, just like this healthy day by day, living, let the years pass silently in the absence of sunlight, in the absence of flowers in the spring wind, I feel that I am only lost in loneliness, my life is illusory flow!

Ah, to say nothing of that deeper national affection, she is like the blood in our veins that cannot be released from time to time, she is like the sharp blade that stabs the poet's heart, she really needs that supreme glory! Only a very small number of people were worthy of having it! Because, the honor of the individual is so closely connected with the earth that gives birth to him! This deep feeling might have originated from that deep and pure love!

Most of the characters in this book are young people, in their youth, no! That was our youth! How many times has there been such passion! How many times has there been love! But had it really disappeared from the real world?

Ah!" Friend! I raise my glass for the prosperity of my country! Bless you for your happiness! I wander about for my own sake! I am impassioned for the true love of this world! For the love of this world and the tenderness of the intestines! This may just be a kind of silly self-deprecation, you can laugh it off as a joke, and that's fine, but in any case, people have different personalities, and we need tolerance from each other, don't we?

But no matter how different our character or experience, I still believe that our wishes are not fundamentally different. Because I believe that a truly loving person must also be someone who has sincere feelings for his lover, his friends, and even strangers!

Ah, my friend, in that case, let's take a walk along this verdant road, looking at the smoke rising from the cottage, and at the orchids swaying by the canal! Leave those esoteric philosophical questions to the scholars. We only think of it as a chance encounter, to give a smile to my heart is enough.

However, I still heard the heartache of someone. That heartbroken sound was like petals breaking, so heart-wrenching … Ah, listen, that's my stubbornness, that's...

Liang Zhu's Sad

You have to go, in my silent gaze

Your hand, still in my hand heart nostalgia

"On a clear day, the rain is like a twining thread."

Wrap us up in layers

Your silent language is an unspeakable joy

The wings of a butterfly, the smoke that the wind cannot blow away

Flowing petals, your old smile

In my broken heart

In this life, it was impossible to tell how much time had passed between them in the past and present

At this moment, he swore an oath that he would be frozen by the flames …

Your dancing style

Is the happy knife point in my heart

Your clothes flying in the wind

Is my endless dream of the night and day

"Ah, you must go away. Tears have drowned out time!"

Your hand is still inside my hand

A rainy day, an unrecoverable love

It's a tangle of petals in the wind

Your blurry eyes, the bottomless pool

Falling wings, twirling in the lake

The Infinite Mountain in the Rain

It is the unending loneliness

"Ah, in this life, I can't tell you from you, me and you."

Ah, this moment, the eternal joy of the world

Your dancing style

Is the point of my happiness

Your clothes flying in the wind

Is my endless dream of the night and day

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