Ah Lang and Qi'er looked up at the lake that could no longer be seen in the void......

Ah Lang turned his head to look at the bottom of the dry lake, the strange peaks of the mountains protruded, the strange rocks were numerous, the flowers, grasses, trees, and trees were luxuriant and prosperous, and the scene of a land forest was alive, and the temple in the distance was still like a dream and a reality, and it was impossible to see its specific shape clearly.

Ah Lang found that the lake was covered at the bottom of the lake again, and he didn't feel a trace of movement, as if the lake had never left the bottom of the lake, and it was just a dream scene between him and Qi'er just now.

Around Ah Lang and Qi'er, there is still no trace of water.

"Male doll, can you recite some nice poems for this palace?" said the Earth Mother softly.

Ah Lang hurriedly bowed to the illusory temple in the distance, then stood up, pondered for a moment, and said slowly......

A song of breeze Someone has tears in their eyes tonight

The front edge is still dreaming, and the moon is cold and the sky is mourning

Remember who once sang Holding hands on the causeway

Coming and going, the wind swept away, and the flowers and water flowed east

The red dust is like fog, and the eyes are unbearable

Lonely eaves thin moon Fallen leaves fly lonely guests

Si Lang is sad and presses his heart to Xiao Ge

Tears and dreams This love affair makes people in thin heavens

What is the sorrow and hatred teaches people not to be free

The long howl is crying, the blue water and the cold pool are desperate valleys

Tai Xi mad screamed and sighed all the emotions in the world

All kinds of helplessness look at the clouds and smoke outside the world

Life is like a dream, a song from the song

After a few cups, I was mistaken for a false name

The cold invades the dark fragrance of ice plums with a broken heart

There is hatred here, and no one asks how many times it is sour

How many tears have been encountered in this world

Looking up to the sky and sighing, even looking at the moonlight for a long time

Don't say that you don't have to worry about the thin face and the cream has turned white

The past is gone with the wind, the dream is gone, and the wine glass is empty

Things change and stars change, and people wither and glory from time to time

The deceased is like a rooftop, and the cold moon flowers are shadowing

Quietly at the bottom of the lake, full of blank thoughts

The title of this poem is "The Mother Earth Memorial Song"! It was written on the spot when the boy heard the words of the Mother Earth just now. Reminiscing about the happy times we had with our Heavenly Father, and contemplating the eternal events of mankind. Ah Lang bowed to the hazy dream-like temple in the distance.

"What a "Mother Earth Memorial Song"! Male doll, you bother, although this poem is sad and sad, it is very sour to read. But Hongu likes it very much, so you can continue to recite the poems!" said Mother Earth's voice slightly high-pitched.

Ah Lang also bowed, then stood up and said softly......

My heart is exchanged for your heart, and I know each other deeply.

At that time, the young man's spring shirt was thin, and his elegance did not break the rouge ink.

The evening breeze blows, the evening breeze blows, the sound of the flute urges, a glass of light wine, a pen and paper wave, The night is quiet and appeals. It backfired, and I was sad, and the rouge was a little bit down, only to persuade people to return, and the first awakening of the big dream was regret.

In that life, you are a butterfly, I am a falling flower, the heart of the flower is broken, the butterfly wings are at the end of the world, In that life, you are the stars, I am the crescent moon, The shadow is wrong, the empty years, that life, You are the singer, I am the pipa, the song of the troubled times, the affectionate world, the golden iron horse, the water and the moon mirror flower, Ronghua in a moment, The wisp of green smoke that has been handed down from generation to generation, embellished with the myth of you and me. Regardless of the nobility, regardless of the flashiness, three thousand flowers, a lifetime of concern.

You know that year, I held an oil umbrella in my hand, fine

Eyes messy smile like flowers, You can know that at that time, my colorful sleeves are flicked, and the poems between my fingers are danced, You can know this shore, I flick the gonghou, and the flowers fall all over the sky between my fingers, You can know that at this time, I am wearing flat clothes, and the plain pen is lightly dyed and speechless.

The ink dyes the lovesickness and drunkenness, and the blue is full of tears.

I promise you thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and you will return me to loneliness for eternity.

The snow burial is prosperous, but the burial is not endless

Who is the peerless generation turned into a finger of quicksand? Burned out in an instant! Who is affectionate and affectionate and turns into a permanent alley? One eye for ten thousand years! Who has tearful eyes and turned into a round and a half moon? No longer complete! Who sang a tactful swan song and turned into a begonia? Flawless fragrance! Who turned the meaning of farewell into a parting poem? This love is over! Who is shocked and turned into a guqin? Playing affectionately! Who is picturesque and turned into a game of chess? There is no room for any more! Who is dancing and turning into a clear painting? Lonely world!

The knot of the heart has not been dissolved into a network for a long time, why bother with love? The long night has never been accompanied by a king, and the affection is deeply hidden. Lower your lips and smile a little slave waves, who spins the red line? Butterflies and flowers are hesitant, and hatred is boundless. The old alleys go through the motions, and the explanations are flowery. Heavy glory on one shoulder, accompany you to come and go. Reunion in the dream of a thousand tears, hating goodbye to Junlang.

Laughing, drinking, frowning. The old building of the new moon, the wine is sober and sad. The red crisp hand of pouring wine, the beauty is thinner than the yellow flower. Is there no love for you? Liang Qinnu's heart is cold and rainy.

The sea of people, on the corner of South Street, the first time I met a girl, she covered her smile. The girl is pretty, the language is scarce, and the pink wall and tile flowers are delicately embroidered. The smoke curls, the mulberry falls, and the world is impermanent. The news is far away, the love is far away, and the different paths are not over! The sky is far away, the sea of clouds is far away, who to talk to with a lot of worries?

People have changed, love is also chaotic, and the strings of the scorched tail are broken; Love is easy to knot, thinking is inexorable, and the water plays for years; The breeze is blowing, the blue moon is hidden, and it is already a thousand lines of tears; The breeze is lacking, the clouds are shining, where is the end of the world? The rain is misty, the feeling is a little cold, and it is ten thousand years; The peach blossoms fall, the cause is wrong, and only the ink on the paper is dissolved; If you come, you will welcome each other, and this life will not be in vain; Silent, go with the wind, and the red dust has been forgotten; Xiao Seqiu, pouring sake, just like a teenager's tour; Looking at the barren grass, the body is light and good, and he does not worry about the old face.

The most lovely, where is the end of the world, cut off as a stone's throw away. The most memorable, fold the willow and say goodbye, and the flowers are inseparable. The most sympathetic, the bright moon of that year, once according to the clothes of the deceased.

For whom you don't talk about disappointment in your life

For whom it is clear that fate is not wrong

For whom the night rain and the night taste loneliness

For whom dried up the tear glands blood flow eyes

For whom to think about it is to the heart

For whom, the years are full of grace and decay

For whom the threads withered up the Zhu household overnight

For whom the gray hair stumbled like snow

For whom is the end of the world and there is no way back

For whom they have fallen into the dust, they have tasted the bitterness and suffering

For whom, the prodigal skeleton is drunk

For whom to abandon the lonely and alone into the fog

For whom, but the hegemony is lazy and plotting

For whom to carry the sword back to the distant rivers and lakes

For whom the knife is sealed, the world is smiling and famous

For whom you are killed, drunk, and lying down, you will be punished

For whom the flower arrangement depicts the seclusion and deep dwelling

For whom to retake the rivers and mountains has come to an end

After Ah Lang finished reciting, he quietly looked at the hazy temple in the distance and said nothing.

"I'm tired of this palace, take a little rest, and you two can take a look around. After Mother Earth finished speaking, she was silent.

Ah Lang and Qi'er hurriedly bowed to the temple in the distance, and then walked around.

There is no water around the bottom of the lake

After Ah Lang and Qi'er glanced at each other, they both saw the shocking looks in each other's hearts.

Ah Lang asked himself that his current cultivation could barely be achieved, and the water at the bottom of the lake could be controlled within a certain range. But it is simply unthinkable to control such a large area at will, and for hundreds of millions of years, like Mother Earth. Even the nine main gods of the Divine Domain can't do it, even if they can do it by gathering all the cultivators, don't do anything that day, and do your best to do it with the water......

Ah Lang and Qi'er walked to the top of a mountain, standing at an extremely high place, looking around, there were white clouds floating in the void, the two of them concentrated on taking a closer look, the surface of the lake at the upper end of the void was extremely light and clear and transparent, like a double-sided mirror, reflecting the scene of the sky outside the lake overhead.

"Ah Lang, you can also write a poem for me!" Qi'er leaned on Ah Lang's shoulder and whispered.

After listening to Qi'er's words, Ah Lang immediately nodded, pondered for a moment, and then said slowly......

The phoenix tail is thin and heavy, and the Biwen dome is deep at night.

The fan cut the moon and was embarrassed, and the thunder of the car did not make sense.

It was once lonely and dark, and there was no news of garnet red.

The spotted horse is only tied to the weeping poplar bank, where is the southwest to wait for the good wind?

Qi'er was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Trouble the husband to explain to the concubine!"

Ah Lang smiled, and then said softly: It means that a woman in the boudoir who lives alone is silently sewing Luo tents in the long lonely night. (Luo tent, often used as a symbol of the union of men and women in ancient times) immersed in the reminiscence of the past and the affectionate anticipation of the meeting. Next is a memory of the heroine, which means that she and the person she liked had a chance encounter, the other party drove by, because she was shy, she covered her face with a fan, although she met but did not have time to speak. This encounter was not the first encounter, but the last time we met before "no news".

It is precisely because it was the last unspoken encounter, and when I recalled the past after not hearing from each other for a long time, I felt more and more pity that I lost that opportunity, and the scene of that encounter remained more clearly and deeply in my memory. Therefore, this couplet not only depicts an unforgettable episode in the heroine's love life, but also expresses the complex psychology of regret, melancholy and affectionate reminiscence when she reminisces about the past.

Since that hurried encounter, there has been no news of each other. How many times have I spent sleepless nights alone with the fading lights, and now it's the season of pomegranate blossoms. The dim residual lamp renders the atmosphere of the long night, and it itself seems to be the externalization and symbol of the heroine's lovesick and hopeless mood. The pomegranate blossom season, spring has passed. In the lonely expectation, the pomegranate bonus only brought her the melancholy and sadness of fleeting and wasted youth.

It means that the person she has been missing for a long time is actually not far away from her, maybe she is on the shore of Ma Chuiyang at this moment, but she is just close to the end of the world, and she has no chance to meet.

Ah Lang then said slowly: "This is what once turned the sea into water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud." There is a fate to meet thousands of miles away, but there is no chance to meet on the other side. I hate to see each other late, I love each other too slowly, and I am in a dilemma. The fate is far away, the fate is too far away, and the fate is dispersed, whether you can go ashore if you turn back. Dreams are unless, the past is chasing, the streamer is flying and the people are haggard, the rouge is fading, the heart is like ashes, and the morning and twilight are faced. Life is miao, the years ruthlessly will be attached and tender, submerged in the rolling red dust, leaving behind the lamentation, embellished the earthly Shanshan. The reincarnation forgotten on the other side, the lonely singing the sad song of fate. ”

After listening to Ah Lang's words, Qi'er was stunned, and then looked up at Ah Lang......

Ah Lang stared at the peaks of the mountains in the distance, and the thick mist filled his eyes, slowly dripping from the corners of his eyes......