quartzite
Slate has no memory,
Wet and dirty.
Lying quietly,
Passers-by pass by
The dust in that crack turned into soil,
The soil is covered with moss,
Tell you the year when it rained.
Mayflies fly on the green slate,
You see, this is life.
Sunshine,
Mayflies or dust lying on a slate?
The moss on the slate is dry,
Chapped and torn paper rolls,
The stripping time proves that,
Curled up, turned into dirt again.
Lying bluestone,
This only testimony,
You don't know anything,
Now is not the time to snicker.
Where is it hidden?
2.
encounter
A few days ago.
It's raining in the alley
I am holding an umbrella.
Wet to meet you.
I'm looking for
You're running away.
Qingshiban road
Your love slips away
I picked it up.
3.
Walk alone
I left early on my own.
Until the lonely grass is accompanied by the wind
The sky is clear.
The sea is blue, too
Why pass by your city?
No shop in town will stop for me.
How can I get through your port?
There is no shore for me in the harbor.
Once the smile condenses.
The familiar figure is getting farther and farther away.
Walk from the starting point to the end point
Return to the starting point from the end
I have forgotten the people passing by.
The past is blowing in the wind.
Shake off all the dust
I walk alone.
4.
I stood on the path paved with bluestone.
In the distance is the blue lawn.
There are some children playing on it.
I remembered
You used to play on it.
Home is the same as when you left.
The grapes in the yard are ripe.
I remember that you like red grapes best.
There are still a few strings left for you now.
I want to ask you.
What time are you coming back?
Life outside is not easy, is it?
Taking care of yourself is more important than anything else.
The weather forecast says it will rain there.
Remember to take an umbrella when you go out.
The weather is getting colder.
Remember to add clothes.
There are advertisements selling moon cakes everywhere in the shopping mall.
Why are you going to have a holiday again so soon?
Your father hates holidays.
He said that he always drinks alone.
No one is with him.
He thought it would be nice to have someone to drink with him.
The sun is setting.
I think I should also go home and cook for him.
The sunset is really beautiful.
I want to watch it for a while.
I hope the sun never goes down.
5. Qingshixiang, who holds up the oil-paper umbrella?
A guilty heart is uneasy.
You said you had to do this. With my personality,
Maybe.-I understand.
I am a silly girl.
Maybe you are a good person.
Just like you, for this reason.
I brushed away the dust and left.
I don't belong to wandering dust.
One world, one city, one person
I will leave this city tomorrow.
I forgot someone today.
Now I have entered a new city.
A city, a person, a relationship.
In this strange city, my fate
In this new world, my eyes are looking for it.
There is a girl like lilac.
Is it true to walk in Qingshi Lane?
There is a gentle oiled paper umbrella to hold it up.