How to Understand Bian's Broken Chapters

shadow

Well, one autumn, I often felt that

There seems to be something missing around me,

Makes me more lonely: this is a shadow,

Yes, I left it in a field in the south of the Yangtze River.

It's a little slimmer, you know, that's

Always follow you in the sunset.

It's a cold night. Look at the wall by the fire.

A shadow accompanied me in a daze:

Bow silently, what a bosom friend!

Although I am in a trance, I think,

You secretly sent this far away,

Came all the way to this ancient city.

I also want to send you a shadow,

Nye has long been puzzled: where are you?

Broken chapter

You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.

The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.

The bright moon decorated your window,

You decorated other people's dreams.

Rain with me

"It has rained every day since you left."

"It has rained every day since you came."

I am happy to be responsible for the rain between friends in the two places.

There is no news from the third place. Send an umbrella?

My sorrow follows the grass;

Are the birds in their nests? Are people satisfied with the guest pillows?

Want to put a glass in the yard,

It rained several inches tonight in the Ming Dynasty.

dream

Imagine that you have a minor illness.

(On an autumn afternoon)

Look at the glass window

Gray sky and sparse tree shadows.

Give a pillow to someone who has left.

Old pillows left behind,

Thinking about the pillow, I vaguely recognized it.

Blurred lakes and mountains.

Like traces of an old master's dream.

It seems to be drifting away.

A faint trace of an old friend,

As if the past were written on faded white paper.

Just as the traces of history are under the lamp.

In the dim old book in front of the old man ...

Won't you get lost?

Smoke and water in the dream?

Lamp worm

The poor eat glitz,

The midge landed under the lamp.

Not content to be as light as water, but also drunk,

Leaving an exposed green body.

How many ships will be launched together,

The white sail fell in the wind and waves,

The heroes begged golden fleece,

It turned into Helen's hair.

Praise, drunken fairy,

I had a dream in the light,

And drew a circle on the top of the Buddha.

Look at the bright window after the dream,

When I blew you up,

Like the wind sweeping the red footsteps.

Fish fossils

I want the shape of your arm,

I tend to dissolve in the waterline.

You really love me like a mirror,

You and I are far apart, but we have fish fossils.

swing

Post the sunset at five o'clock.

Hang half light at six o'clock.

I hope someone spends all their time.

Just dreaming. Look at the wall.

The swing grass has grown and turned yellow.

Dream of an ancient town

There are two kinds of voices in town.

The same loneliness:

During the day, it was Gong, a fortune teller.

Bangzi at night.

You can't break other people's dreams,

Dream like a dream.

Blind people walking in the street,

Step by step.

He knows which stone is lower,

Which stone is tall,

How old are the girls?

Broke other people's dreams,

Dream like a dream.

The night watchman is walking in the street,

Step by step.

He knows which stone is lower,

Which stone is tall,

Which door closes the most tightly?

"Night, listen,

The cat's father,

The child is so noisy that he can't sleep.

Always crying in my dreams,

Will you tell his fortune tomorrow? "

It is late at night,

Another cold afternoon:

Knocking on the bridge,

The drummer crossed the bridge again,

The sound of running water under the bridge is constant.

Dressing table (old meaning new draft)

The world has enriched my dressing table,

Now the fruit shop surrounds me with fruit,

Even if there is no exhaust gas,

Loss of appetite can you sleep?

The balance spring should be tied at the left shoulder angle.

Catkin, don't fall into my basin.

Mirror, mirror, you are disgusting,

Let me draw two eyebrows for you first.

But from the joy of every honeymoon.

I know about the roof, so do i.

Green leaves, a big tree-

Look at a bird with a beak on the branch!

Give that new robe a little charm.

"The meaning of decoration is to lose yourself."

Who wrote it to me? Forget it-

Damn it! "I'll finish. I'll finish you."

shakuhachi

Like a migratory bird with different seeds,

The three-masted ship carries shakuhachi.

From the sunset, from the head of Haixi,

Haixi guest from Chang 'an Maru.

Listening to the drunk's shakuhachi downstairs at midnight,

Think of a stranger who lives in a lonely museum.

I feel homesick when I hear the geese.

I got the shakuhachi to comfort my neighbor.

The second dynasty was in the prosperous Chang 'an City.

Interview with bleak bamboo tube alone ......

(Why is the red light every year?

And wisps of desolate ancient incense floating? )

Go back, go back, go back-

Like a migratory bird with different seeds,

The three-masted ship carries shakuhachi.

Shakuhachi became the flowers and plants of Mishima.

Why are neon lights,

And wisps of desolate ancient incense floating? )

Go back, go back, go back-

Do Haixi people want to bring back their lost sadness?

Sanqiu grass

Muddy yellow leaves fall.

The former son of the earth once flourished in the high branches.

A long summer. Fall down silently

No struggle. Left by migratory birds. Return safely to the embrace of the earth.

Skin, also dyed back the color of the earth.

In the evening, nearly blue autumn grass floats out from the root mud.

Is forming the swaying and thriving of the future.

It was raining lightly and nameless fruit fell to the ground.

Maybe it will become a big tree in a hundred years.

Maybe tomorrow he will die for no reason.

Sunlight, sparse branches and fallen leaves gently collide in the breeze-

(Think of duckweed and platycodon grandiflorum in the pond in early summer)

Our present situation may be a river sooner or later.

The cycle of life and death is unremarkable in the ripples of time.

New grass and old leaves, bitter roots floating in the forest, the scenery here is soft and peaceful.

You took over other people's scenery.

The reason why you leave others to think and guess.

All the declines have a huge birth.

Crowds of clouds and days have never passed by the grass in Sanqiu, which is not stained by love.

I close my eyes and hear the spring of next year.

Flowers are blooming noisily, and humble wildflowers are advancing in the grass.

idler

When the sun is in the southwest,

A lazy man with his hands behind his back.

On the roadside, one foot deep, one foot shallow,

Step by step on the soft dust.

There are many footprints in the dust,

Long, short, square and pointed.

One person rushes past another,

He doesn't care. He just kept his head down.

Aha, look at his hands.

These two little walnuts, how smooth and bright,

Rolling and grinding, grinding

Alas! I don't know how much time has passed.

A monk

The bell of one day strikes another,

A monk is having a pale dream:

Traces of the past years

In my memory, it seems to be just a piece.

Cigarettes are everywhere in the ruined temple.

The sad remains are still in the incense burner.

The difficulties of some kind men and women,

Boredom is always entangled in Buddhist scriptures.

Bored, talking in your sleep, get out of my mouth,

His boss is dealing with wooden fish again,

My head is empty and heavy as a fish;

One by one, hypnotized mountains and waters,

The scenery sleeps lazily in the dusk,

He rang the death knell during the day.