"Description" - Shen Yicheng
It's like a light rain in the gray sky
Stop down and down and wet the ground silently
It's like an oil painting from an old castle
Suddenly looking up frozen in the twilight of the evening
Forgive me for being overwhelmed
You may not be able to glance at you casually
The 100-meter sprint stops
The young man's heart is the wasteland of midsummer night, the cut can not be burned endlessly, the long wind blows, and the weeds are connected to the sky.
His panicked and restless adolescence came to an abrupt end, once in a lifetime, and he could not turn back.