Like a soul lost in the street, I watched the face of October in October Sky. I painted enthusiasm on the shadow in the fog and watched a flowing full moon quietly.
The wind blows on the lake, and the hair is messed up, or the water is wrinkled like fish scales. The vastness in all directions, like a dream that lingers in the past with wandering as the center, has no trace. Everyone knows the picture, sinking in the reflection of underwater memory!
For three years, you have been killed over Chengdu. These three years are different. If I tell you, don't be sad, because most of them are not our old country, but others who have been crushed by the times, and our souls have been bleeding and blown into holes. -Lin
Dark, dark and winding, life has become a tunnel: once trapped, you can only go forward, groping for the sticky tide of the cold wall with your hands, struggling in the devil's guts, without a trace of sunlight overhead. Under the oppression of terror, what do you want more than to destroy this soul?
I remember the morning sun on the Fusang Sea, which was scattered on the Fusang Sea like gold. I remember the islands in the Fusang Sea, floating in the Fusang Sea like jade. -Xu Zhimo
If emotions and years can be gently torn apart and thrown into the sea, then I would like to be silent at the bottom of the sea from now on. I like what you said, but I don't understand. You want to see my silence, but I don't understand.
If memory has a smell, it is the smell of camphor, sweet and safe, like a clear piece of music, sweet and melancholy, like a forgotten sadness. -Zhang Ailing