Seeking a 200-word Understanding of Xi Murong's Museum of History

Interpretation of Xi Murong Museum of History

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Can a person's life be a museum?

I am standing in the boundless expanse, everything is so chaotic, I can't find the direction of progress, and I can't find the direction of retirement. Then I thought of you, and the love at our fingertips surged like a tide. Thinking of you, we made an oath that "your name and my surname" are deeply branded in our minds and engraved in our hearts; Thinking of you, we have never forgotten the agreement to be together in the next life, and we never dare to forget it! I don't drink bitter and sweet Mengpo soup. Although I am black and blue all over, I still want to go back deeply and look at all previous lives before the reincarnation of my life, just to remember the outline that you have not changed for thousands of years, to remember your face that has not aged for thousands of years, and then to touch the place where blood coagulates and feel the blossoming patterns that it condenses!

Then, my heart becomes a museum, and everything in Chen Zhan is about you!

Buddha said, I have a four-life relationship with you!

one

At first, there were only the moon and caves in the extremely cold and dark memory/Then you came to me with a smile/On a cool morning/When the clouds cleared/Since I should go along the road to see you/Please let us settle down in a place with abundant water and grass/I will learn to tell bad luck on the Oracle Bone Inscriptions/Burn love and faith into patterns with water and painted pottery with clouds/At that time/All the stories/.

I am a bird with a broken foot. Since birth, I have been flying in the boundless sky. God said I remember you so much that I broke my leg. So I can only fly in the sky and never stop until I find you and wake you up!

I shuttled through thick clouds and got lost in the overwhelming fog. I struggled to flap my wings, trying to get rid of this turbidity-I know, this is a test given by God! I support my spirit with the memory of you, but my body is getting heavier and heavier. One day, I finally realized that it was falling relentlessly.

It's a cool morning. I fell out of the clouds and fell heavily on the ground. Then, before I closed my eyes, I saw you smiling, and the lovely child's body rushed at me. Lying in your young palm, my life is passing by bit by bit. I struggled to fly again: when I saw you, I should have washed away all the dust; When you meet me, I should be a unique and beautiful person in this world! But I can't afford to fly. I vaguely heard your urgent call and groan: "wait for me, I will come back!" " "

For you, I knocked out the ghost with heavy memories, plunged into the woman's body before giving birth, and was born in a beautiful place with water and grass! God punished me to be a Sargam. I can't tell our story in words, but I am satisfied as long as I can stay with you! I burned all my love into painted pottery and gave it to you. All the symbols and patterns on the pottery are my letters to you, but you don't understand! I use Oracle Bone Inscriptions for divination. I want to see our future, but I always can't see it clearly. My heart is aching with love and longing! One day, you read my begging eyes. On the shore of that thousand hibiscus, we agreed again: "Life and death are rich, tell Zicheng;" Hold your hand and grow old with your son! "

two

Wild geese and birds fly fast/the seasons change/I slowly look south along the river/I have carved the round hand of Mu Guanyin/I have also carved one/The smiling lips of the stone Buddha of Sui Dynasty/After flying/It gradually appears/The most dear and familiar outline in my heart/In the huge cold grottoes/I am a humble craftsman/I have no complaints/I have repeatedly painted it.

You left suddenly. I know you're going south. With that heavy memory, along that river, I also came to the south to find you, but I missed you in countless afterglow like blood sunset. This miss is a thousand years!

I still carry your memories and vows, wandering in the cycle from generation to generation, willing to become a humble craftsman, carving the outline of my heart. I painted it again and again with all my sincerity and gentleness, and polished it carefully with all my joys and sorrows, so in that huge grotto, all Guanyin and all Buddhas are you! Your gentle eyes, straight nose, smiling lips, round hands ... I describe them with passion from generation to generation without complaint!

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But/What/Why/In the Millennium cycle/I always miss the moment I expect/Before the sandstorm comes/I buried so deep clues for you/After the sandstorm/Why/There are always some important details that you miss/It's hard to go home/And I'll pour you a glass of wine/with tears in my eyes/Then I'll dial the pipa/hurry you.

After carefully carving thousands of buddhas and thousands of you, my helpless heart was finally entrusted-the Buddha was finally moved by my piety and revealed your news to me in his dream. Remembering the promise you made to me a thousand years ago, I will find your way according to the agreement and bring you my basalt-like firm feelings into dance!

Dancing on the wind and feather, the lotus petals that moisten my heart, through countless nights and endless wind and frost, tried to convey my joys and sorrows for thousands of years to you, but withered before reaching your heart, like a pale Datura flower, unable to penetrate the high wall of history. I know that although I have deeply buried clues for you, there are still some important details that you have forgotten in countless previous misses! I danced wildly in front of the Buddha, and my tears were like pearls and jade, one by one, condensed, connected and endless. I seem to be the bird with a broken foot again, jumping so sadly and flying so brilliantly!

I think you still have some unfinished dust in your heart, so you will go to the appointment I prepared for you on this moonlit night. I brought you scarlet wine from the world where we used to be rich in water plants and hibiscus flowers, accompanied you to drink, and urgently dialed the pipa to urge you to get on the horse. Knowing that you don't remember, you won't believe it, so let your heart bleed like wine you just drank down your throat, and I won't tell you that the place you want to conquer is the paradise where we once lived together.

Send you on a long journey with a thick smile. I won't follow you this time, because I know you will return home in triumph in a few years. Because I know that the beautiful paradise I have worked so hard to manage will be turned into yellow sand in Wan Li in your hands; Because I know that you and I are doomed in this life, not that you don't come, but that I can't stay! My beating heart for you has exhausted its energy in the turmoil of this life. I watched you from the wind, waited quietly, and then turned to stone.

four

Back and forth/it seems that there is always a tide calling in the dark/there is an unsolvable gentle demand in my heart/the spring day that can't be embroidered with five-color silk thread/the clouds are getting thicker and thicker/my class refutes my heart/between legends and legends/walk slowly.

The Buddha still wants to erase your memory. I resisted, but I couldn't jump out of his palm wider than the sky. I want to dig a big hole in my heart and bury our most important details in it. I believe that one day, as long as I meet you again, I will remember-you are the only one I will never change!

I have become a big tree, watching all the vicissitudes of life, lamenting Liang Zhu, sighing about the West Chamber, pitying Hairpin Phoenix, pitying Peony ... Suddenly, I always hear a distant voice calling from the bottom of my heart, a kind of depression that I want to get close to but can't get close to, but I can't get rid of!

I stood on the shore of a lotus and heard people say, "I don't know why, I have gone deep." The living can die and the dead can live. Life can't be with death, and people who die but can't be resurrected have no feelings. "Your shadow emerges in my heart, and those born memories are still waking up.

So I waited patiently, and when you came without an appointment, the sun was full of flowers carefully, and blossoming was my eternal hope. Then you come, stop, stop, look up. I trembled with joy. I hope you can recognize me! You picked a leaf, then bent down and held a hibiscus. There is a beautiful woman in the distance, waiting for you to send beautiful flowers!

My petals fell all over the floor, and you looked back, puzzled. How do you know that these English drops are my desperate tears! Buddha said: I have a relationship with you for four generations! This is the fourth generation, and you still want to take it lightly? But in tears, I clearly saw you turn around and carefully hide that leaf in your chest!

five

See you again in this life/you're outside the cupboard/I'm already in the cupboard/across a cold glass/I'm eagerly waiting for your arrival/in my consternation/you seem to hear some voices/of course you'll never believe it/of course you'll never believe it/all the silk/all the tricolor and clay sculptures/all the carvings in this cupboard/are my love for you/all/me.

I believe that the Buddha sometimes has a soft heart.

For you, I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years and begged him to let us have another dusty relationship, so I came here to see you. In this life, I am a colorful painted pottery in the cupboard-that's the painted pottery you dug up in the yellow sand of Wan Li, and I burned it for you thousands of years ago! In the high cabinet of this history museum, separated by a cold glass, all the good things we lost are back, but you don't remember them anymore!

I shouted at the top of my lungs in the cupboard, straining every nerve and looking at you with all my strength, but you never noticed. Maybe you have noticed, but how can you believe that all the painted pottery and clay sculptures wrapped in mud, all the soft silk and silk, and all the exquisite carvings and carvings in this cabinet have been made for you for thousands of years? How can you believe that they are all my love that has never changed for thousands of years? How can you believe that every one of them is connected to me, the immortal soul who loves you through all kinds of hardships? Of course you can't believe it!

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In the twilight, you turned around indifferently/drifted away/the corridor was silent/the gods were silent/I finally turned wood into stone/as in previous lives/there were still thousands of hibiscus flowers outside the corridor/faintly blooming in the water/lavender/soft powder/and the snow-white/like an unnamed Song painting/slowly dyed/slowly faded in time.

It's getting late and the sun is setting. You finally chose to leave me in the twilight. I sigh, I have guessed that this is the end. I smiled at the sky and shed tears for the last time. God is silent, and so is the Buddha. My soul flies and caresses your painting once. The place where the water plants are rich and the hibiscus flowers are thousands, was once my persistent pursuit of happiness! I finally returned to the grottoes and became a stone statue, accompanied by the wind and frost of Leng Yue for thousands of years, like my finely carved Buddha statue!

Later, I heard people sing, "In the north, there is a cliff in Wang Fu; Telling the sorrow of the times ... the mountain can move, but this cliff will never move; The sea can dry up, and this situation will never change! "