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one
Tang, Chang 'an Street,
Pedestrians are like clouds, singing all their lives and being busy. I am already a phantom of the opera, floating in this ancient and sad dynasty and refusing to leave for a long time. Through the golden Millennium, through the vicissitudes of life, looking for, looking for.
Those fleeting days, endless Millennium dreams, don't want to wake up.
Now, I'm not who I used to be. I played the familiar tune by myself.
two
In the temple, incense is flourishing, and smoke billows from the kitchen, pious people put their hands together, kneel down to the ground, mumble the Buddha's name, and then draw lots, or sign, or sign, or be happy, or confused, or sad. These familiar expressions are all so familiar, so long-lost, so cruel to me. ...
I, coldly looking at the squatting Buddha statue.
Once upon a time, I was also a devout believer, stubbornly standing in front of the Buddha, praying for God to fulfill this fate. I just want to spend my life with him. Is this wrong? So why, what others do is right, Buddha, you gave it?
I prayed to the Buddha to realize my Millennium dream. Buddha said: On the other side of bloom, it opened for a thousand years and fell for a thousand years. Flowers and leaves will never meet.
Therefore, stubbornly refused to dissipate between heaven and earth.
Before the Buddha, futon. That's what the king promised me: treat me for a thousand years. At that time, Buddha, did you hear? Have you ever blessed this marriage? No I don't. I am so pious, but I am separated by Yin and Yang. I feel sorry for Wang. I went to the grave alone. I haven't seen him since.
Now, I am no longer religious, and I no longer believe in the so-called God. Everything is empty, and I can only turn into ghostly winds and neon lights scattered all over the floor. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
three
Light floating, outside the temple, coincides with the market.
The crowd was bustling, constantly peddling familiar tones: knock, knock, knock. Looking inside, it is a drum, singing in the wind.
The stall owner is someone I haven't seen for a long time, and the familiar crying resounds through the streets, but I, she can't see it anymore.
The stall owner kept shaking the rattle in his hand, and his voice was crisp. Like nature. The wind blowing in HongLing and Piaoying seems to be pulling the rope.
Back in time, I clearly saw my king look naive: "Sandy, you are here. You sound beautiful, just like your voice!" " "The dancing HongLing stung my eyes, and I lost that long-lost picture forever. My love, I have been waiting for a thousand years, will you appear?
A thousand years later, this rattle became Sandy's unique memory.
four
Tanabata, the palace.
Sandy finally found the king.
The king was thin and sat quietly beside the box. I reached out to touch your face, and there was no sound. This only hope turned into silent tears. Wang, quietly, drinking wine, quietly, my king, today is your birthday, do you still remember the seventh of July?
Suddenly, I heard someone leave, saying that the ladies-in-waiting had arrived here and invited the king to enjoy "Yu Meiren". Oh, this is Wang's new work.
When is the spring flower and autumn moon? I know little about the past. There was an east wind in the small building last night, and our country could not bear to look back at the bright moon.
The jade carving should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed it. How much sadness can you have? It's just a river flowing eastward.
My king returned to Song San's time and missed his motherland. My king, this word has become your desperate word.
Song Taizong gave me a glass of poisoned wine, and I cried. Poisonous wine passed through your body, and your pain hit my heart, my king, but I am invisible, I can't cry, I can't touch your body. After a long time, Wang Yi wore a gown, stood by Naihe Bridge and drank a bowl of Meng Po soup. Don't you remember Sandy? Or should we wash away the shame of national subjugation? Still destined to drink that bowl of Meng Po soup, as we agreed, after 1000 years, we will continue our relationship.
For you, I didn't drink Meng Po Tang, just to keep the memory of my last life and the appearance of a king in exchange for recognition in this life. To this end, I want to halve my birthday. Missing is a kind of sadness, the world is like smoke, and indifference is like autumn.
Three lives are carved on a stone and tears sink on a bridge.
However, my king, you forgot our agreement, so I stubbornly stood by the Naihe Bridge, waiting for every dead soul to pass by, listening to every dead soul, giving, forgetting and reincarnation again. For you, I jumped into the forgotten lake and waited for a thousand years, just to keep you in my memory.
Naihe Bridge has been waiting for thousands of years, and bloom is flourishing on the other side. My king, I lost my voice for you
There are all kinds of dead people, telling their own stories, or infatuation, or frustration, or falling off the list. I smile, forget, die, look up and swallow with tears.
The day of waiting, a thousand years is so long, my king, do you remember Sandy Fang Rong? Holding Meng Po Tang for the forgotten people, will one day you ask Sandy for a bowl of Meng Po Tang to end this thousand-year fate? So what should Sandy do? Should I make you forget?
For you, I have represented Meng Po for 1000 years, just to find the footsteps of your reincarnation. Even if I can't talk, it looks like dust, and it's not dust. What is the Millennium?
You are still nearby, with no expression on your face, no joy, no sadness, and you are not as calm as a dead soul. You look up, just like everyone who comes: "I have a story, a story of a thousand years. My Sandy promised to wait for me for a thousand years and not to renew her previous marriage. Do you know if my Sandy has forgotten? Perhaps, Sandy has already been reincarnated and reincarnated. Who still remembers my Millennium Covenant as the master of national subjugation? " I cried bitterly and swallowed Meng Po Tang in one gulp, but I stopped, only to find that I couldn't move. I shouted, but there was no voice, tears streaming down my face, but I couldn't speak. I let your back go, watching you accept reincarnation and watching you forget me. .
five
Dishes, dancing, landing.
My king is an ordinary man now, but Sandy has never forgotten those days, and I have never forgotten the natural sound of rattles. My king, I still stubbornly stand by the bridge of Naihe, sighing and unable to forget it.
God played a trick on both sides, and there were two lines of tears on the stone