The whole poem is as follows
A warm city
An exaggerated thermometer blinks.
I breathe with my cracked skin in hot water.
Breathe what?
What am I breathing?
It's raining heavily
Or faded parting?
The city is dark, but I am white.
Is this God's arrangement when he is bored?
Or is this your tired soul?
Borrow money from me.
Cities will fall, cities will get cold.
This city will grow old like me.
Could it be that time?
You take your own wooden bridge.
I sang my sunset song.
Who knows? Who knows?
God smiled vaguely in the bathtub.
The heart is cold, but mercury is high.
What is the lonely fever this winter?
Are you laughing or want to cry?
But inadvertently touched the corners of the mouth.
Like a meniscus or a knife.
Kill my grandma bridge
Kill my Niannujiao
Red cherry, green banana,
You take your wooden bridge,
I sang my sunset song.
Whose loneliness is like a knife;
Kill my Waipoqiao,
Killed my Niannujiao, too.
In the sound of lights and paddles, it is still cold, and the water is still cold.
In the dream, the silk and bamboo sang softly,
Outside the building, outside the mountain, the outsiders have not returned.
When people don't return, geese turn back and forget Sichuan early.
Tears welled up in the eyes of the fiddler,
Flowers rained down on your shoulders.
Shoulder-length, cold flute, residual window shadow.
In the smoke and the sound of oars, where is Jiangnan.
East road, west road, south road,
Wulipu, Qilipu, Shilipu.
Take a step, hope for a step, be lazy,
At the moment, the sky is dusk, the sun is dusk and the clouds are dusk.
The setting sun is everywhere, looking back at the smoke.
No, there are countless mountains, countless waters and countless feelings.