I watched quietly.
The green iron sheet at the door is waiting for another person.
Countless winds come and go, giving birth to dense rust.
The orange trees are blooming, and the chain of bicycles sounds.
Accompanied by music, it spreads far away.
Then the sprinkler came.
The smoke suddenly boiled.
I want you to say some adjectives.
Dead branches swaying,
Scatter the body into powder,
Melt in the air and blend in with the wandering wind.
Skip me, skip the yard.
I took a sip of pale yellow tangerine peel.
Look up,
I suddenly grew old in the sun.