I imagine that I am dead, that the cold is approaching me, that the rest of my life is contained in your presence: that your mouth is the day and the night of my world, and that your skin is the republic I have built with my kiss.

All of a sudden—books, friendships, hard-earned wealth, the transparent room you and I built together: ah, they're all gone, and only your eyes remain.

Because in our sorrowful life, love is just a wave higher than other waves, but once death comes knocking on our door, then only your eyes will fill the gap, only your clarity will resist nothingness, and only your love will block the shadows.

Beloved, if I die and you live, Beloved, if you die and I live, let us not let sorrow occupy a larger territory: the place where we live is the widest space.

The dust of wheat, the sand of the desert, time, the wandering water, the hazy wind, like floating seeds blowing us. Otherwise, we may not be able to find each other in time.

This meadow where we can find ourselves, ah little infinity, we will return it. But beloved, this love is not over, just as it was never born, it will not die, like a long river, which only changes the land, changes the shape of the lips.

If your chest pauses for a moment, if something no longer moves, if it no longer burns your veins, if the voice of your mouth escapes without forming words, if your hand forgets to fly and falls into a deep sleep, Mathilde, my dear, let your lips open slightly, for the last kiss should remain with me, and it should rest only in your mouth forever, so that it may follow me into the realm of death.

I'm going to kiss you on the cold lips of madness. While caressing the fruit left behind by your body, you seek the light of your closed eyes and die.

So that when the earth accepts our embrace, we will merge into one dead, forever living in the eternity of the kiss.

If I die, please live with pure strength so that the pale and cold may burn with rage, and twinkle your indelible eyes, from south to south, from sun to sun, until your mouth sings like a guitar.

I don't want your laughter or your footsteps to sway, I don't want my happy legacy to be lost; I'm not there. Please live in the house as if you were in a house. Stayed in my departure.

Leaving the house so huge, you will walk through the walls and hang the pictures in a pure atmosphere.

Leave the house that is so transparent, even if I die, I will be there to watch you. If you suffer. My dear. I'm going to die again.

Other days will come, the silence of plants and planets will eventually be understood, and many pure things will happen!

Maybe the bread will be the same as you: own your voice. Your wheat, while something else—the lost autumn horses—will also speak in your voice.

Even if it doesn't work out all the way you want, love will fill the vats like the shepherd's old honey, and in the dust of my heart, where there are many rich things, you will go back and forth between the fruits.

In the middle of the earth, I will push the agate aside, so that I can see you, like a scribe, transcribing the twigs of plants with a pen.

How beautiful the world is! What a wonderful coriander! How happy is a ship that has sailed through the Sweet Realm! You may be, I may be, a piece of topaz. There is no more strife in the bells.

Nothing, except the air that pleases, apples that ride in the wind, books that are juicy in the forest: where the carnation breathes, we will begin to sew a garment and wear it until it is as old as the kiss of victory.

Tonight I could write the saddest poem, like: "The night sky is full of stars, and the blue stars tremble in the distance." ”

The night wind swirls in the air, singing. I could write the saddest poem tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me.

I could write the saddest poem tonight. Thinking that I don't have her, I'm sad to lose her. I heard that the night sky was boundless, and that it was longer without her. Poetry falls to the heart like dew falling on the grassland. What if my love can't keep her. The night sky was full of starlight, and she was no longer beside me. ”

One of the guardians of the Demon Hero, the Demon Hero - Chen Ziang

Chen Ziang (661-702), also known as Boyu, was a native of Shehong, Zizhou (present-day Shehong, Sichuan Province) in the Tang Dynasty. The poet of the Tang Dynasty was the pioneer of the innovation of Tang poetry.

Father Chen Yuanjing was promoted to younger brother in the Ming Jing in his early years, and later lived in seclusion in Hong Dongshan. Born into a wealthy family, Chan Tzu Ang was fond of safari in his early years, not easy to learn, generous and chivalrous, "an unknown book at the age of eighteen".

Later, when I saw the students studying hard at school, I went to Jinhuashan Township School and studied angrily. After completing his studies, he went to Chang'an, but he was not appreciated by famous artists.

One day, he met a huqin seller, and the price of a huqin was one million, Chen Ziang bought this huqin, invited everyone to his home to enjoy it, and actually threw the qin in public. Chen told everyone that he was just a scholar and didn't know how to play the piano, but he could write articles, so please enjoy his articles. So he became a master of the capital.

In the second year of Tang Gaozong's Kaiyao (682), Xu Dan was ranked as a Jinshi. Gaozong died in Luoyang, and he wrote to build Gaozong's mausoleum in Luoyang. Wu Zetian admired him very much, and worshiped as the orthography of Lintai (Secretary Province), and the officials went to the right to pick up the relics.

In the first year of Tongtian (696), Wu Youyi made a northern expedition to the Khitan, and Chen Ziang was the secretary of the office, mainly writing all the documents in the army. After resigning, he went home. The county commander Duan Jian was falsely imprisoned with his wealthy family and died of grief. Some people also say that Chen Ziang offended Wu Sansi, so he was killed by Wu Sansi Duan Jian.

Chen Ziang criticized the six dynasties and Qi Liang, the poem "Cai Li competes for multiplicity, and Xing Ji is absolutely extinct", which is represented by 38 poems in "Feelings", which aims to criticize the disadvantages of the times, express feelings, and Dengyouzhou Taiwan songs.

His poetry was influential in the Tang Dynasty. He advocated the style of the Han and Wei dynasties, and advocated the style of Yabixing, which was beneficial to the healthy development of Tang poetry. His poetic style is lofty and clear, majestic and desolate, and his language is deep and simple. His friend Lu Zangyong said that he "controlled the waves. The world has changed dramatically."

Chen Ziang's poem "Feelings" is not a work of one time and one place, but is quite rich in content, reflecting a broader social life and complex thoughts and feelings. The style is bold and clear, showing a distinct creativity.

"Song of Dengyouzhou" was composed by Chen Ziang when he accompanied Wu Youyi to the north to conquer the Khitan. Chen Ziang served the military in the Wu Youyi curtain, and repeatedly made suggestions, but they were not adopted, frustrated and bored, because he climbed the north building of Jiji (that is, Youzhou Terrace), and wrote seven poems of "Jiqiu Langu" for his friend Lu Zang, and expressed the sorrow of Huai Cai by chanting the ancient things of the ancients in the north of Jibei.

His nostalgia for Corporal Lixian's King Yan Zhao is actually lamenting that he is currently not meeting a bosom friend. At the same time, he wrote the "Song of Dengyouzhou" that has been recited through the ages in the style of songs:

"I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the ones who come after. Thinking of heaven and earth, I am alone and crying!"

He also looks up to the past and the present, expressing his deep indignation in the vast background.

He also has some lyrical short stories that are also quite well written. Like Wulu's "Late Lexiang County", "Crossing Jingmen Wangchu", "Farewell to Friends on a Spring Night", "Sending Wei to the Army", etc., lyrical scenes, vivid images, bright syllables, and majestic style. It shows the characteristics of the mature period of near-style poetry and his own strong and powerful poetic style. Fang Hui believes that its five laws are comparable to those of the same Shen Qi period, Song Zhiwen, and Du Xianyan, and they are all the "ancestors of the legal body" of the Tang people ("Yingkui Rhythm").

Chen Ziang's poetry creation has made great achievements on the road of Tang poetry innovation. Lu Zangyong said that he "controlled the waves." The world has changed in quality" ("Preface to Chen Boyu's Collected Works").

Song Liu Kezhuang's "Poetry of the Hou Village" said: "In the early Tang Dynasty, Wang, Yang, Shen, and Song were famous, but they did not get rid of the body of Qi Liang, and they were the first to advocate elegant and diluted sounds. swept away the weakness of the six generations, tending to the early Huang and Jian'an. ”

Jin Yuanhao asked "On Poetry Quatrains" Yeyun: "Shen Song galloped through the Han ink field, and Qi Liang was not wasted at the beginning of the romance." On the merits of the quasi-flat Wu example, co-authored the gold cast Ziang. All of them appraised his great contributions as a pioneer of Tang poetry innovation. However, some of his poems still have the shortcomings of relatively dry language and lack of vivid images. (To be continued......)