Flying Thoughts (Prose Poem) Zhang Baotong 2018.11.16

The notes of the music are beating, sometimes elegant, sometimes agitated, sometimes euphemistic, sometimes melodious. One will be "Liang Zhu", one will be "Moonlight", one will be "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night", and one will be "Spring Symphony". The enchanting music is intoxicating, like a spring flowing in the spring, turning into the beauty of the world in my heart. The beautiful notes, clear and crisp, deep and silent, like thoughts flying in a night dream.

It was raining and I was crying. The rain outside the window is my tears. I lost my beloved maiden who had accompanied me through the lonely rainy season. Where did I come from, where am I going? But I've lost my memory. I can only let my mind wander in the wilderness, and let my mind get lost in the fog.

I returned to the river of my childhood, and time changed the face of the years. The earth is desolate, the vicissitudes of life have changed dramatically, and I can still return to the lost paradise?The moon is ethereal, the stars are shining, my girl, can you reunite with me in the moon palace?Ah, my girl, I can't find you, who will take me to spend that empty boy?

The oath of the past, the faith is empty. The definition of love is not casual perfunctory. I will walk all over the cape, through thousands of rivers and mountains, to fulfill the promise she confessed to me. My mind is still drifting, but my soul is gone. Like flowers, like water, lonely and lonely, lonely and self-pitying. My soul is in the music, drifting to the distant horizon.

The wind was blowing, and the rain was falling on my heart. In my vague thoughts, it seemed that there was no memory, only the hazy girl left in a dream. I wipe away the tears of my heart, and no longer let my soul break my heart with grief. Why don't the pure girls of the moonlight sleep peacefully in my heart? But they will become the flying thoughts, like the rain that falls all over the sky.

The lonely and cold moonlight silently illuminated my heart. The music carries the fragrance of thoughts, wafting out of the drizzly night window. The serenity of wandering on a rainy night tells me the confusion I yearn for. My life wandered like a thought, but my body didn't know where it had been lost.

You say love is a disease, but I'm already very sick. I was born only for love, locked in the birdcage of love. I desperately longed for love, but my heart became unusually cold. I was like a kite with a broken string, and only the soothing music made me slowly wake up. But I still longed for love, because it was my poor life.

Why do I need to travel in life? because I want to see all the unknown landscapes, I want to meet beautiful love. The rising moon, like silk clouds, gorgeous like rainbows, mysterious like a dream, is like walking on the way to heaven. However, all the magic will become ordinary, and everything in the world will no longer be vivid. My hope, full of hope, has become so cold and desolate.

I stayed disappointed in my lonely room, letting my thoughts wander through the music. I flew over thousands of rivers and mountains, and flew over the sea of clouds and blue sky with my thoughts. I saw the fragrance of the four seasons and the blooming of flowers, the sadness of the sunset and the girl I loved. I don't cry anymore because there is no rainy season in heaven. I'm no longer lonely because I've found the lost girl.

The rain was still falling outside the window, and the music was like moonlight and flowing water, soaking my thoughts. It is the indulgence of the soul, the thirst for life, the feeling of loneliness and the tenderness of love. I smelled the breath of heaven and the intoxication of flowers, and felt the moisture of the moonlight and the beauty of life.

Ah, the flying thoughts, the beauty of my heart.