The peonies depicted on the bottle are just like your first makeup

The sandalwood scent shines through the window and I understand your thoughts

The pen is half written on the rice paper

The charm of the lady's figure rendered in glaze is kept secret

And your charming smile is like a bud waiting to bloom

Your beauty is floating away to a place I can't go

The sky is blue, waiting for the smoke and rain, and I am waiting for you

The smoke from the kitchen rises thousands of miles across the river

The Han Dynasty calligraphy on the bottom of the bottle imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty

Just think of me as a foreshadowing for meeting you

The sky is waiting for misty rain and I am waiting for you

The ending of the moonlight being salvaged and fainting

Just like the blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation, it is self-conscious and beautiful, and your eyes are smiling

The white and blue koi leaps at the bottom of the bowl

While copying the Song style inscription, I am thinking of you

The secret you have hidden in the kiln for thousands of years

Exquisitely as if an embroidery needle fell to the ground

The banana outside the curtain caused the shower and the door knocker to become patina

And I passed by That small town in the south of the Yangtze River offended you

In the splash-ink landscape painting, you were hidden from the depths of the ink

The sky is blue waiting for mist and rain, but I am waiting for you

Cook smoke Wandering up thousands of miles across the river

The Han Dynasty writing on the bottom of the bottle imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty

Just think of me as a foreshadowing of meeting you

Azure, etc. I'm waiting for you in the misty rain

The moonlight was lifted up and fainted, the ending

Like blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation, it is self-conscious and beautiful, your eyes are smiling

Bajiao The rain is falling outside the curtain,

The blue and white porcelain looks old.

Those who are in ecstasy can only say goodbye.

From "A lamp of separation sadness stands alone at the window" in "The East Wind Breaks" to "Your hair is as sad as snow, parting is as sad as snow" in "Hair is like snow" to the sadness in "Thousands of Miles Away". "I send you away, thousands of miles away, you are silent and black and white", separation and hatred is the eternal theme of the singer. The surprise that "Blue and White Porcelain" brings to us is that the sadness of parting is described in a more subtle and delicate way, hidden more implicitly and with a unique charm, as if green olives are in the mouth and can be savored slowly.

In terms of artistic conception, "Blue and White Porcelain" is like a misty and rainy ink landscape in the south of the Yangtze River.

In the budding water clouds, you can vaguely see the white clothes and skirts of a beautiful woman;

In terms of words and sentences, "Blue and White Porcelain" is a piece of plain writing written by the window with a graceful pen.

The twists and turns in the writing are just because the heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it;

In terms of tune, "Blue and White Porcelain" is like a mountain spring and stream flowing quietly on the rocks in the breeze.

It is clear and translucent yet winding and full of endless meanings;

This The three are superimposed into one place, and the song "Blue and White Porcelain" is just like its name.

It is just like the best celadon that "takes care of its own beauty", washed away all the lead, simple and elegant, fresh and smooth.

The guzheng is strummed, the teeth are crisp, and the pipa is tinkling. The Chinese style of "Blue and White Porcelain" is particularly moving. Fang Wenshan used a series of words such as "plain embryo", "lady" and "Han Li" to describe the style of blue and white porcelain handed down from ancient times. Jay Chou's singing voice is tender and simple, with a hint of Jiangnan opera, and his exquisite lyrics and retro music constitute a ramp; B masterpiece.

In "Blue and White Porcelain" I heard the faint sadness of revisiting the old place in "The East Wind Breaks", and heard the gentle sigh of the endless reincarnation of the past and the next in "Hair Like Snow". I also heard the unforgettable life-and-death waiting in "Thousands of Miles Away", and even heard the vows of love that have lasted for thousands of years but are immortal in "Love in B.C."... My heart was filled with mixed feelings, and the thoughts that filled the sky were rolling like a tide, and my ears But there was still just a faint chanting, the clouds were light and the wind was clear.

The most touching word in "Blue and White Porcelain", I thought it was the word "wait".

The word "wait" conveys so much helplessness and lamentation. This wait is a hopeless wait, a wait for the next life, a wait that we know we can't wait for, but the song is sung in a light tone. It's so ordinary, as if it's as simple as just waiting for the sunrise every day; while waiting, , you can read and write, you can recite poems and paint, you can enjoy flowers and play the piano, but you never forget the people who are waiting. Painful? No, "Blue and White Porcelain" is sung so leisurely that the sorrow and hatred of separation can be slowly washed away. So what if we can’t ask for it, or if we love it apart? All living beings suffer, and waiting is also a beautiful mood. It is better to regard the encounter in this life as just a foreshadowing of the reunion in the next life. Thinking about it this way, I can't help but feel relieved. Even if we can't meet each other again, we should still be grateful for the chance encounter we had. Who can privately own Mount Fuji out of love? Blue and white porcelain is the same.

At least, we can look at the smoke from the Jiangnan across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and silently miss the faint back in our memories across the vast sea of ????people, just like quietly watching the unchanging beauty of blue and white porcelain passed down from generation to generation across the layers of history. .

The rain outside the banana curtain is hurried, and time is passing by in a hurry;

The face in the blue and white porcelain is old, but I am the only one who is getting old, and your beauty will always be frozen in eternity. In the faded blue and white porcelain, you can admire, ponder, and watch.