He left modern poetry.

He left.

-Huang

Tonight, the street lamps in the alley, with yellow wings,

Tasting from top to bottom, only water is clear.

Just after dark, the street lamp opened its eyes.

As a genius, he left with this clear freedom.

He no longer has to pay attention to the appearance of a lamp: skinny.

Tonight, in Delingha

There is no need to return the stone to the stone.

Tonight, just do one thing.

Give yourself back to yourself

I have to go now./I'm leaving now.

The night is still changing clothes and washing,

Or busy cleaning up the sheets that have been dried during the day.

He won't find out,

And it won't stop me from dating a girl with a shiny figure.

Flower of life always blooms quietly by the robe at night.

Fade quietly.

Tonight, I will not return everything as a good person, including Delingha's sister.

Tonight, I just want to tell mankind a secret.

Flowers blooming by the robe at night,

Now it will bear fruit.

Wu Tao, a good friend.