All the trees in the north lost their leaves overnight, and there was no life in the air-green.
I have difficulty breathing and my head is curled up in that high collar. What am I afraid of, what am I running away from ... is it just the freezing point of disdain?
No, I just want to walk alone in this lifeless world, wait quietly and die quietly.
I don't belong in this world. I'm just a stranger and passer-by in the master's works. Why did I come to a strange world? That's because I had expectations, but the expectations of the past have become the thoughts of today.
Scholars say that late autumn is a season of sadness. Yes, I like Qiu Si with blue waves. The sad piano is dazzling.
I am walking alone in the dark night, and it is raining in Mao Mao, but my mood is all kinds of bad feelings, and this autumn rain can't take away a little bit of sadness, or autumn poems pluck my strings and let me play that sad melody.
Maybe you will say that I am an angry youth, maybe you will say that I am too sad, what can I do, without your figure and your voice? Well, today's poem is broken,,, let it take me to your dream ... to be your loyal watchman,
I want to be a member of the night sky.