This is the only intersection without traffic lights.
The deformed turntable leads the pathological to the deformed streets.
Some vehicles are coming and going, and the iron flashes are showing a cold smile.
And my brother wearing yellow vests is full of energy, and his waving broom cleans up the dust of the world.
The few birds flying with flapping their wings were hanging upstairs last night.
is like a few stars embedded in my dreams.
A lonely locust, standing on the ruins.
The ruins around it pile up old things one day after another.
An old man who has never known each other, a shining iron rake picks up some particles of life.
And the little insect under the stone was lying naked on a dead leaf.
was just as I turned around, and the bells were sounding in the distance, and pigeon whistle swept over my head.
A buzz of ambiguous and impetuous wind came hurriedly, and the locust trembled.
Maybe tomorrow, the impetuous and high-rise buildings will heat up this land.
My eyes began to get astringent.
When the first snow in this winter began to fall, I savored those old songs and some destiny news.
I used to plant passion and silence with my hands; I cheered for the growth of a tree.
I once fed my journey with a meager salary, and I let my soul soak in tender and warm words...
And at this moment, I am willing to build a roof siding on a small sandbank with poplar , use red willow to make rafters, build a small house with simple Lei, and then use the fragrance of sand dates to wipe the wall. In the days to come, I will boil the snow water of Tianshan with large pieces of reeds.
Only in this way can I eliminate all the melancholy in the void, and only in this way can I return to my hometown!
Autumn wind is bleak, and the belt is getting wider, and it is hard to say what you think.
looked back and saw the tall buildings blurring the dusty way they came from.
"The grandeur of the world is as thin as the air." Suddenly, I condensed Chapman's verses.
On such a morning, I put Thoreau 's " Walden " on the glass, allowing the turbid life to be clear.
Thoughts said to me: Calm down, my child, see what is the most valuable!
