New Literature Stele Forest -- Yingying Collection

Author: Chen Jingrong
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Publish Date: 2001-01-01
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Yellow twilight, yellow sand, in the dust and ashes, I dug up yellow memories, the shadows on the wall sighed. In fantasy, a sea like a mirror surged, listening to my lonely footsteps in the clear waves. Far-off offering—dedicated to my mother. Your pale lips froze a sigh of a minister; sorrow and chronic illness trembled together, like heavy iron chains, telling the wandering wind of your eternal rest. Have the tomb grass turned green and yellow? Far away, I watched—me, a lone bird! My sacrificial candle trembled lonely, tears melting with the misty fog toward the distant mountains. The yellow moon lifted the night veil, the clouds, like a martyr, dragging a gray cloak. I saw you, ah, mother, you scattered deep blessings from among the stars—I saw you, mother, you scattered deep blessings from among the stars—wind extinguished the, in the misty night, a ring of dazzling light shimmered! Fresh thirst, I miss you, some: times that will never return; because in memory, autumn rain was warm, the color of the clouds was very faint. But I miss more the unknown days of the future; in hope, dusk will always be like dawn—with the sun, with birds, with the gentle breeze rustling the trees. I have drunk many kinds of spring water, many, many, but they did not quench my thirst; from river to river, from ocean to ocean, I don’t know when I will find the fullness of life. I thirst. Through so much joy, so much sorrow, my soul burns restlessly; I am tired of today, tired of the just-passed moment—even my thirst, if it has lost its freshness, I would grow tired of it.