I lie in the flowers and plants, 1,700 years, in this life and this life, I vow never to return. After many years of wind and rain and mud, in this small mountain village, I found the most suitable home, with books at home, books at home, and never get tired of reading them. A farmer, a hard-working farmer, a scholar, a diligent scholar. Drinking mountain spring water, my teeth are so white, my voice is so sweet, and I am really beautiful when I look in the mirror. Two meals a day, corn grits soup, innocent food, innocent drinking, innocent life, innocent body.

In the midst of the lakes and mountains, the women of the cattle herders lie high in the depths of the grassy mountains, and they tell each other the ancient myths, laughing and laughing all the time. They are talking about the past, present and future interesting or sad things of scholar Binglei, and the mountains are so full of joy......

This is a chai house, this is hidden, my heart is full of reverie on a rainy night, and I am comfortable lying on a soft wooden bed with sweet dreams. Why do two hearts merge into one? It is you who are particularly charming to you, so that I can only love one in my life, as if it has been destined for a long time, I only belong to you, at this moment, hold you into my arms, eternity also belongs to me......

In the next life, if you are the grass on the hillside, I will be a soldier who came from afar to cut the grass and feed the horses with a steel knife, and you and I will eventually settle in this "Ma Yao Village". When the rain fell, my grandmother closed her eyes like this, and fell asleep forever......

I ran briskly through the muddy rain to chase you down, but the last thing I saw was your kind picture and black coffin......

Before, when I saw you, it was that gentle and serious smile, but now, when I see you again, it is this lonely grave, the grass is crawling all over the grave, the grave is in the crop field, you and your grandfather died here, who can be your company? After the age of 100, it will return to its dwelling, and after it will be 100 years old, it will return to its room. Love, why tear eyes, love is long and long beyond the end of the world......

Where fate goes, who knows? Since then, my long life path has lost a friend who gets along beautifully. The night of the moonlight garden is autumn, and people lie on this lonely big bed, the body feels cold, and the heart also feels cold. You once told me that you lived in the Qing Dynasty when you were a child, and you read the book "University", and you can't forget that when you sat at the table, sat on the big bed, and muttered to yourself the chapters and sentences in "University": "The way of the university is in Mingmingde, in being close to the people, and in stopping at perfection......"

I used to have a little hatred for you, but today, when you are gone, I kneel before this grass-covered grave, and I cannot help but weep bitterly for it. Every winter, you hold needles and stitches, make cotton shoes and cotton clothes for me, I owe you, even in the next life, you can't pay it off, let us wait for the next life together, the diviner said, in the next life, you are still a little girl from a peasant family in this "Ma Yao Village", living in this small mountain village where I have settled.

I am an immortal in the mountains, my life, very long, very long, long beyond the vicissitudes of life, the peasants in the mountains said a joke when they buried you: "Afterlife, afterlife, next life is the Qing Dynasty." "Really? In fact, you once told me that you longed for the Qing Dynasty when I was a child. Then wait for the next life......