Modern Poetry
drapery
帷幔
Feng Zhi
Country Story
Who ever, looked at the verdant hillside, nestled in the verdant, along the red walls, never enjoyed, leisurely and carefree sanctuary flavor - dense, the ripples up a trace of imagination? Where living or male or female, are said to be off, and many cable tired; ancient pit-like in their hearts, as subtle but significant, in Guluo Man flavor. The West, the Taihang Mountains, there are two unnamed mountains, distant Zhili; One is the Buddha School, is a Buddhist nunnery, two mountainside, holding these two temples. In two hundred years ago, a small nunnery in Nepal, under a rare embroidered hangings; whenever pilgrimage Spring Township, but in the opposite monk yard exhibition, which has intricate, and mysterious reason, people from rural in simple words - out to Nepal at least seventeen season, kneeling in front of the Buddha niches, the Wu Si shave. Her parents, while the rich old families, she is not, for hunger and cold; her though sick, but do not have in front of the Buddha, the promise of what the long-cherished wish. She was just one month early release Mei Rui night, secretly from out of her home, but her faint dive, painful, clever, is warbler bird, tell Youyuan for earth. She did not know into, and how many lost, children go round in April, fell West; lark sound, lead her to this Anqian, Wang Anqian a pool of water, a slight rippling. End does not like in the world, capable enjoying - water met her Juan Li, she reluctantly decided to walk into the nunnery in the mosaic of youth, into twigs. Lao Ni smiling intention, she said, "since you vow, I can not take you, from all of the delusion, must get rid of, this can not be child's play compared to the extraordinary!" Although you feel that Oliver bounds, who the hell is, your child to remind the young people will give you would not say in front of me, when repentance before the Buddha, but also explained, "" My teacher, no one will remind me;! I just accidentally heard the sentence - said the fate of the future with my man, is an ugly, and stupid man, "" helpless marriage, parents write long been given, the wedding feast is also being planned by the family and friends; them hee hee laugh, forget it. me, I had to back them, came in the mountain, "" My teacher, this is true, then I believe you, the same letter as the Buddha;, I reluctantly eliminated, read all the heat, freezing the ice in general My heart! "" teardrop children with crisp voice, a bit, Yi Zizi, wet all over the skirt. Laoni said, "You slashing strands of worry, with angry tears child should consumers do!" annoying spring, before blowing green mountainside, bleak autumn, and the eaves of gonorrhea Ruoliu; earthly strife, I do not know how many diverse, always quietly nunnery no fresh, no stale. Drum and bell only that, by the sound of chanting, and I do not know the people wake up, fall asleep or introduction? With her heart Xinghai emaciated children, but no tears in the eyes, feel more hazy. After a day, just Piansi over a year, seeing that year, they seem to go back one day; already got ice on the water, desolate and lonely, too far from the mountains. Midday sun, spring-like warmth, hee hee pigeons children, in air time to fly; elegant way to a young brother and sister, said to be the mother of Bong life to worship pilgrimage. She looked at the handsome young brow end, exhibited the influence of unspeakable affection ray - vivacious sister quietly at her side, said the sentence sound, have become her bamboo needles square spine! "Beautiful little Regardless ah, I tell you! Smart you, you said he Yuanbu Yuan? For abandoned her, a fiancee, my brother has promised a no marriage vows!" She intoxication, the Sitting alone in front of the sun_set_ also fell into a deep, the cold north wind, her open eyes wide open ground, watched a pair of brothers and sisters down the hill; has to see, without some children disappeared! Jackdaws babble, perched on dead branches, Miao Miao vast land, leaving the evening; tears dissolved, ice ri, evening bell repeatedly struck, she seemed no smell. Lao Ni-hearted, though it is frosty, but also could not help but pity her young age - young children so gently, so there's, well-behaved odd fate. She is also a pity the aristocratic girl, taught her quietly cultivation, small building in the hermitage. She feebly I do not know how many sick, verdant forest, and I heard a partridge. Mountains of snow, melted by warm, shining armor insects, flying in the spring; her head always whispered, Ascension Buddha Man says early are hopeless. Just look haggard day by day, the future alone buried in three feet of solitary graves - ah, as long as all the world, she did not, and some children blessing! Furnace smoke plume, encouraging people to sleep, spring-bearing smoked smoked, the windows blown the Court; a shepherd, blowing Liao - flute, catch a sheep, walked by her downstairs. Farther flute, the more I secluded Yang, two flower Red Cloud then massage in her pale face - she took out a crimson silk mantle, carefully read for a long time, but also on the side. The second day in the sun flute, but mingled with tata brokenhearted singing - children in her heart, pouring white lotus flower, and she put it, embroidered in the center valance. After the siren day, the total sweetly, there is a fresh tunes - she also took the color of the line, according to the mind, embroidered water flatfish, the sky is leiothrix! She always, there is no cease, became the embroidered hangings, blissful world - leaves with cover, sound corresponding Creek, just empty the rest, the left corner. This also wanted her sorrow, but also embroidered above the empty corner - turned into frustration dew frost, the night came, ow Guyan! Indus leafless, reluctant to fall, leafless maple, red desolately, Xi Xi wind, rain sparsely, she opened the window children, waiting, waiting for the shepherd flute. "This is my six months, embroidered hangings, thank you for the flute, give me a lot of inspiration I was a little eighteen Benny, my life experience, only tears Pan Lan" But our permanent estrangement forward;!! Two a world where - "she put the package valance throw down, hurry, turn the child window is closed. The next day the sky, covered with Clouds, are ill-third of the universe, but seventh sorrow: a shepherd boy, ordained in each other's monastery, the nunnery incineration, this young nun. Now two hundred years, draperies also treasure, a monk was hidden in the yard - just the left corner of the country, so far no one child can fill up!
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