seven relics

you listen to me.

If the story of the rivers and lakes happened in the northwest, you would walk into the desert where there is no way out, encounter the most dangerous sandstorm, fill your body with sand, and your feet will sink into the loess, and you will not be able to pull it out , you will become a tree; you will get lost in a city that does not exist, and become a black shadow under the scorching sun; you will pass by the mounds of weapons; you will also meet the girl with the most hearty smile, The hottest wine, the most handsome wild horse, the most talkative man, their muscles are like tree tumors, growing on the most powerful arms.They have knife-like scars on their faces.

you listen to me.

If the story of the rivers and lakes happened in the south of the Yangtze River, you will meet the boatman who can sing the most, can sing, dialogue, and is good at everything; you will also meet the children who can swim the most. Their ears look like Fish fins, covered with golden fish scales, they haunt the pier and the bottom of the bridge, avoiding the three-headed and six-armed Nezha; the girls here are suet white jade inlaid with gold, and they are exquisitely crafted brocades. Their hands...they their voices...their poetry...they take up their pens and split the souls in two, and with one breath they blow, there will no longer be men like iron and hearts like stone; you will see To the Qichi Yuchangjian, the greenest willow tree, the gentlest son, the sadness of parting is wrapped around the leaves of those willow trees, and when the wind blows, they jingle.

you listen to me.

If the story of the rivers and lakes happened in the capital, you would find the reddest wedding dress, the most beautiful actor, the most mellow spring wine, the incomparable arrogance, the air of self-importance, the supreme honor, and the dream of becoming famous there; There is gold flowing from the roof; you have to be careful, you have to avoid it, because the gold hides the most cunning officials, the most ordinary pawns, the most painful punishments, the most arduous labor, the disgraced people, the skinny monkeys, A disheartened hero, determined to go to the desert.

you listen to me.

If the story of the rivers and lakes happened in the south, souther than the Jiangnan Water Lane, cross the Yangtze River, cross the Pearl River, never look back, don’t look back, don’t be afraid, just go and see, you will see the most insidious Japanese pirates, The most simple fisherman, the most desolate singer, lives in a house made of white bones, lights candles made of corpse oil, and mourns his dead soul day and night; you will still face the darkest eyes, the biggest The waves, the deepest hatred, the country that cannot be crossed.

you listen to me.

If you go to the desert, the morning dew at the border will suck your soul dry, and the evening wind at the border will blow away your heart, and you will lose your soul, and you will become a killer, killing the robbers and horse thieves; Become an arsonist and burn down a piece of Populus euphratica forest; you follow your lover's words and look for trees without roots, wells without water, flowers without stamens, the sun rising from the west, and the hot-red moon; you have to listen , She hides the clouds, steams the wine, sifts the wheat and burns, you smell, isn't that the aroma of Chuli?Only she can give you a big drunk.How many times can one get drunk in the world?She will heal all your wounds.You hold a pitch-black sword in one hand, and a gourd full of wine in the other, your eyes are as black as night, your body is red, and you have sunk into a sea of ​​blood, how can you bring a magnolia to the master in that temple?

you listen to me……

I don't want to hear it, so stop talking.

Can you say something else?

I'm dying, I don't want to say anything else, I'm going to say this.

What you are talking about is old world.

you listen to me……