Li Meng Starmo
Don't call it a city when you spend time.
(ancient China) a roadside pavilion for travelers to rest or shelter.
Close at hand, lonely
Worried about hearing
The fourth sound of sunshine
Walk slowly, exhort
The hiker didn't stop.
Dream of the desert, don't kill time in the acropolis. Pavilion, lonely people close to you, sad listening, the fourth sound of sunshine. And slowly exhorted, the people did not stop.
East Road, West Road, South Road, Wulipu, Qilipu, Shilipu, take a step, look forward, be lazy. At this moment, the sky is also a curtain, the sun is also a curtain, the clouds are also a curtain, the setting sun is everywhere, looking back at the smoke, there are countless mountains, countless waters and countless feelings.
One year's old events, one day without a day, one autumn after another, one generation urges the next, one gathers and one leaves, one is happy and the other is sad. Lying on the sofa, dreaming all my life. Find a group to get to know each other. Every time he comes to see us, they usually know each other, blowing and singing.
-from Jing M.Guo's "Say Good Night at Dawn"