Miss Zhang Ailing

Miss Zhang Ailing

Tears

With a whole sleepy afternoon,

Sitting on the courtyard of the square, reading

The dark old house is as deserted as a tomb.

The father’s lonely cloud when smoking opium,

Foggy sunshine,

After watching it for a long time, I feel sinking and sinking.

In the cannon of the Shanghai River on the Suzhou River,

The mahjong in the back mother house rang, and Lu Xiaoman’s laughter was bright.

Blue moonlight on the floor,

Quietly killing the plane.

Born her house,

Unfamiliar image

The white-white powder wall that appears in the shadows under the moonlight,

One-sided, mad.

Through the dark dining room with blinds,

When he was cooking and hoarsely calling her to eat,

She smashed and ran out of Shikumen.

Wake up a quiet alley.

Hey, hey, hey,

The heel hits the sound of the blue slate,

The voice that has been buried for decades is echoing.

Moonlight like a crystal clear,

Apple green sprinkled with gold flower cheongsam,

Purple in the moonlight,

Precipitating the dreams of generations,

Tall figure, light brow,

She walked briskly, looking at the enduring neon.

Where no one is handed over,

She is full of joy in life,

She will go through all the bustling,

Look for the wanderers and tell them,

"Life is a gorgeous robe,

Climbed the scorpion. ”

Zhang Ailing,

a noble oriental charm,

I admit, I can't help but miss you,

In this month, the color dissolves in the quiet night.