Some old and yellow stickers,
"1983, I was lovelorn."
Some unknown people wrote this at the foot of the paper in running script.
I am a self-taught thief and have no fishskin pajamas.
But I want to learn something in those days.
Someone dug up rebellion on paper,
The rest of the words made me panic,
"Take care of public property □□ The fine amount is RMB"
On the dusty wooden table,
There are vaguely incoherent deconstructive paintings,
I only saw a little girl who lost a match.
Note beside the picture: Don't love me.
What can I find,
No one even knows the names of these people who write and draw.
And their pain,
In this old wooden house without sunshine,
How many winters have passed without mildew?
Laugh at me.
Someone will come here next year,
This winter, some workers sprayed the word "demolition" outside the wall and left.
Can someone who wants to steal come in next year?
This coming winter, I don't want to dream any more.
I sing for the trembling people.