It's autumn. The friends took away their time, and the autumn wind concentrated on him alone.
And you respond to silence with silence —
Babies on their knees, gray towers on the back ridge of the city
The original intention was to smooth out the vastness
I need a God,
I walked side by side with the sun
A man approached me in the shadows
At the place where hundreds of rivers meet
It has been a word for my life
He learned lyricism from weighing the pros and cons, and he led the crowd to sing the praises of a better tomorrow,
The door opened, and it came before us, so silent
It has the color of a cornflower in summer
See more bats flying overhead
He saw outdated geese, extinguished fires, mediocre talents, still machines, unfinished portraits,
A rushing phone call ruined his good mood for an afternoon.
A large group of young girls stood beside me
There is a little more Xi on the edge of the west mountain
I remembered some names again
In that urban area, in the alley where I grew up
For example, falling in love, writing poetry, wandering in the west