The rolling gate rolled up an erhu
The son said
The old lady on the first floor opposite is dead.
Grandpa plays erhu all day.
2
What kind of emotion is it?
Let the memory float in the running water, falling red for a season.
Under the gaze of passers-by
Pain may be another kind of scenery
three
You asked me what the process of evolution was.
I said like cicada slough.
Now that you have climbed out of the deep soil.
You must do something out of line.
four
What's the matter with you?
Is silence the only way to save it?
Those faded beauties
five
I don't have much time.
Still arrange and combine words
I hope you like it.
This is the ending I hope.
six
You and me. Meeting is a strange fate.
As cold as snow.
After freezing all emotions
Play a flute with another meaning.