The late autumn mountains are quiet in the midst of splendor
The rain fell from last night's dream to the street market at dawn
The golden autumn of October is dressed up with this disturbing red dust
The besieged city was peaceful and quiet
People live under reinforced concrete anxiously
Only the rivers that roll through the city will never tire of it
The hazy sky was slightly dark and desolate
The empty streets are also somewhat deserted
Even the birds that used to soar are gone
The sudden silence was filled with gloom and gloom
The slowly withering leaves are tinged with troubles and worries
The cold wind of the depression takes away the joy of abundance in late autumn
Some things may be inevitable
No matter how much fear and fear we have in our hearts
None of us can turn a blind eye
If it is doomed and there is no escape, then why not go with the flow
No one wants to listen to you all the time
No one will pity and sympathize with your worries and worries
The life and humanity of the rich and the poor are full of sorrow and desire
Whether in distress or adversity
You have to know how to make your body and mind calm and indifferent
It's like you're trapped in a desolate besieged city
Since you can't get out and others just can't get in
Then you have to be prepared to reduce stress and persevere
Sometimes it's better to wait patiently than to be irritable and anxious
Snowflakes drift in from the middle of winter
Freeze everything that strikes in this besieged city
Including the narrow selfishness and greed that reside in our hearts
Wang Yonghong original 2021.11.1.
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