Big yellow leaves fall;
Slowly, it goes through the wind,
After a light blue day,
After a few days of swords and swords,
The dusty dream of gray and yellow buildings.
On the way down the mountain,
I can foresee that it will,
Kiss its shadow.
Its shadow on the ground,
Stand up, stand up,
It's like drifting sideways again.
The leaves are waiting,
Pretending to be indifferent in middle age,
However, once underground,
Jin jiao's palm,
Be careful of a small shadow,
Like catching crickets-
"Well, here it is!"
In the autumn sunshine,
On the concrete floor,
Sleep quietly together,
It and its love.
Day and night in China
My way
Walking in your own country.
Chaos is our own;
Patched and patched, connected and connected,
Mended people's colorful clouds.
My people,
My youth,
I'm glad to buy it back in the sun.
Heavy and tedious three meals a day.
Chen Lou is the first drum to set the world,
Peace of mind,
Noisy and troubled voices sink.
Sink into the water. ……
China, that's right.
The other one has no title:
Most people are old.
Is a prisoner of time,
Be grounded by a circle.
It's good for me—
Of course, you can kill the ticket at any time.
Smile.