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Chapter 129: Postscript (1)

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    There is a poem "Manzhushahua", in which it is written: "You recall your childhood sweetheart, love has not yet germinated; my heart has just bloomed, and you have gone far away. The love thread has blossomed to the twilight and turned into a red flower on the other side; now you are already  When I came back, I wasted my time."

    This poem is a good interpretation of the love story between Wansheng and Yu Meipan.

    The famous singer Faye Wong also wrote a song "The Flower of the Other Shore".  She used a dark prelude that lasted nearly 2 minutes to pave the way, embellished with a very gorgeous harp, long-line structural treatment, the poignant and weird string performance throughout the whole song, and the water drop sound effect in the first half and added in the second half.  The noise-like sound effects, and Faye Wong's ghostly, ethereal and sinister singing voice all add to the icing on the cake of this song.

    This song has no obvious division between the main and the chorus. In my opinion, the chorus begins with the line "wait, the epiphyllum will bloom again".  "There is no lighthouse on the other side" is almost a joke.  The repeated roundabout of the last sentence "I'm not afraid, I love him very much" and the beautiful sound effect of the infinite loop at the end are simply breathtaking.

    After playing a song, it seems as if you are already on the side of the Naihe Bridge, on the bank of the Wangchuan River, at the bottom of the Yellow Spring, at the end of the Underworld, and the flowers on the other side are blooming for a long time

    I am hidden, above your eyebrows; you are ignited, between my lips and teeth.

    Let me tell you gently, your Ling Ran blooming posture has attracted me deeply.  There is no distance, no justification, no expectation, only my watch, behind your beauty and vanity.

    "What you see is extinguished. What disappears is remembered." I never lie to myself, I really saw it, but why did it resolutely go out?  What cannot be retained has also disappeared, but the memory does not hide from itself, and it is truly remembered.

    "I stand at the end of the world, and I hear the soil sprouting." In order to find your figure, I stand at the end of the world, the sky is blue, the clouds are white, and the wind is very light.  I can't see your peerless face, but I can't escape hearing the sound of soil sprouting.

    "Wait for the epiphyllum to bloom again, and leave the fragrance to Nianhua." But what can I do?  I'm just waiting for the epiphyllum to bloom again, the twists and turns, the entanglement bit by bit, the endless love, which irrefutably leaves the fragrance to the passing years.

    "There is no lighthouse on the other side, and I am still looking around." The figure on the other side that I am thinking about, although there is no lighthouse for lighting, I still look forward to it and worry about it.

    "It's dark, my hair is white. Hold on tight, my torch." I waited silently, from day to night, time flowed every minute, and the oath of reincarnation for a thousand years was still there persistently guarding that piece of land.  Is it the pure land of love?  The arrival of the dark night has made my hair white, but I still hold the burning torch tightly and never leave.

    "He came, I said to myself, I am not afraid, I love him very much. I love him very much." Finally, the trembling heart ushered in the glory of the end of the century.

    He came gently, opened up my dreams, teased my love, I have no resistance to that kind of beauty!

    I just said to myself silently, I am not afraid, I love him very much.

    Yes, love, all the feelings of paleness, tastelessness, pain, suffering, etc., are all transformed into the enchanting figure of Bianhua.  My looking back is only for his luck; does his bloom come only for my joy?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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