Poetry title

Reading three worlds, 1/ Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. 2/ I don't regret that my belt has widened, which makes people haggard for Iraq. 3/ The crowd searched for him for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light. You can play from it or take it from it like a wide view. Every little makes a mickle.