——The people and events of that year have been scattered into the dust of the world. Why? Why is the lake of memory still green today...

heavy snow

The wind blew, and the snow-white petals fell to the ground, like a dream.

It rarely snows in the market town of Dongyin, but the top of Chishan Mountain is covered with snow all year round.

I sat next to Jian Yao, holding her warm fingers and looking blankly outside the room.

There is a thick layer of fallen flowers on the ground, white and shiny, lingering like poetry.

That day, I went out to the village with my mother to collect herbs. When I came back, I saw the fire in the village soaring into the sky on the top of the mountain.

I was running along but my mother stopped me in the bushes. She suppressed her voice and said to me with a cry:

Children, don't go back, they are killing people.

They? Who are they?

I straightened up and looked into the stockade with red eyes and tiptoes.

Why? We are just ordinary mountain people, just mountain people.

Jian Yao! I think of the doll I was engaged to! My favorite little sister!

I struggled like crazy and ran towards the village regardless of my mother's cries.

In the light of the fire, I saw the golden helmet and silver armor and the totems on the flags. Many years later, on the streets of the busy city, the old man who begged with me said to me:

Look! That’s Emperor Tiandu’s lock army!

That day, hatred... had a direction...

On the day the village was destroyed, my ears were filled with helpless wails, mixed with the dark red blood, like cuckoos dotted in the spring.

I found the infant Jian Yao and picked her up, but my mother who was following behind me was brutally slaughtered.

The last words she said: Run...

So I ran away desperately, carrying a lifetime of ties in my hands,

In that season of auspicious snowfall...

I still remember the moment when our eyes met,

But you opened your golden eyes,

Gave me the first smile I saw in this world...

rainwater

Wrapped in ice and snow, it cannot cover up the budding spring in February,

I woke up in the morning breeze, with your sleeping face still in my arms.

I hugged you tighter, greedily absorbing your weak heat through the thick cotton blanket.

The skin of the body was so cold that it ached, and patches of red and purple sores gradually appeared.

When touched, fishy pus and blood ooze out.

Next to him lay the goat's milk stolen from the mountain last night, and there were still teeth marks on his ankles from the vicious guard dog.

But your smile is like a whisper in the breeze, instantly melting into the dry branches in my heart,

Little by little, they gradually brew into the hazy rain of February.

Early spring is approaching, and the cold wind is about to go away.

And I...must bring you into spring alive...

Waking of Insects

The spring thunder suddenly stirred, awakening the hibernating creatures hibernating in the earth.

The elm leaves are blooming brilliantly, and the wind blows, and the fragrance of the flowers fills my sleeves.

I'm carrying you on my spring outing, the sun is warm,

From time to time, petals fall on us with the wind,

And you picked it up in your hand, looked at it carefully, and thought about it quietly.

And I looked at your serious expression with amusement and stroked your soft cheek.

The trees are moving and the flowers are fragrant.

A few petals of red flowers turned the dusk into a haze, and turned it into a blur of night.

I hold you and sit under the moon and whisper:

Jian Yao, grow up quickly

And you, smiling quietly in my arms...

Guyu

The earth is about to stir and the rains are coming frequently, and thousands of grasses and flowers are blooming.

The wind swept across the sky, stringing together past events like the wind.

You ask: Brother Mu Cheng, what do you like?

I said I like the wind.

You shook your little head and covered your mouth and smiled at me.

Five years, like a blink of an eye,

You leaned in my arms and said you like water,

I said, it's all good. Where there is water, the wind will flow, and the shadows of the moon will follow each other.

So in those years we held hands and walked together,

Wandering in the poetic and picturesque scenery of the misty Jiangnan.

The mood soaked in the world becomes more and more colorful along with the April wind.

At that time, I really thought that maybe we would be like this for the rest of our lives...,

Miscanthus

As soon as May lay down, June knocked on the window at a purple dawn.

How many moonlit nights have I been waiting for your graceful shadow to bloom quietly in my dreams with a kind of elegance and lasting tenderness.

However, nine years passed slowly by in your smile and joyful songs.

Suddenly I look at you again, but you have already reached the graceful flowering stage.

The encounter that afternoon changed the course of our destiny.

You knelt on the ground and hugged the young man's frail body and begged me for help, but my blood fell in the eyes of the young man in Chinese clothes in the distant pavilion.

From that moment on, I am no longer me, you are no longer you,

When that person's fingers touched my eyelids, I realized that there are things in this world that are more worth doing than staying together...

End of summer heat

Through the graceful willows, I saw the lotus pond hanging on the branches,

Her delicate and gentle appearance is traced by the moonlight.

A few willow branches, a clear stream of fishing waves, a pond full of lotus fragrance...

You sit under the moon and joke with Suli and the others,

The brilliance on your face completely covers up the splendor of those nobles,

It stopped my longing gaze.

There are hands on my shoulders, I look back,

He bowed his head and changed his voice respectfully: Teacher!

There was an unchanging warm smile on his face, and there was a slight trace of his heart at the corner of his eyes that never looked away...

That night, the moonlight was like water,

When the breeze stirred, a wisp of lotus fragrance passed between my lips and teeth.

It was also that night that I saw the statue for the first time,

The strange and desperate face is deeply unforgettable to me.

The teacher said, remember his name, according to Bi!

So that night I met my so-called ancestors for the first time,

Jubi! One of the six creation gods, Sifeng’s Jubi!

cold dew
To be continued...