Long music came faintly in the distance: don't ask me where I come from, my hometown is far away, don't ask me why I am drifting far away. ...
Autumn wind and autumn rain make people sad. The rain has stopped, and the sunset is gradually setting. Only half a listless face is left on the top of the mountain, looking helplessly at this listless world. There are some lonely trees hanging their heads somberly by the roadside, as if trying to get rid of some withered vines wrapped around them. Crows perch on branches and occasionally hover, and it seems that they can hear their heavy gasps in the air. The water in the roadside stream is almost dry, and the rest are struggling silently. The smoke from the kitchen reminds pedestrians that there are still people here, but those small huts that are upside down really can't give too much warmth to this evening. Xiaoshiqiao has been lying on the river for many years and never seems to be happy. The running water is old, the slate is old, and the bridge is old, like a centenarian who is senile and can't stand the trampling of time. Only the winding ancient road, with heavy steps and strong spirit, leads to the distance.
How long has it been since he left home? He doesn't remember, and how far is it from home? He doesn't know. He only felt as if he had walked on this ancient road for a thousand years and ten thousand years. The west wind was already cold, and he made another cold war. The horse shivered under him and shook his heart. This horse has lost weight. What about himself? He didn't dare to look or think. The west wind started again, and he felt his hair flying wildly around his temples. He suddenly felt sad: people wandering around are afraid to look in the mirror! How many white hairs should be added in the mirror!
Let's go, let's go, walk on this ancient road of yellow dust, walk in the spring flowers and autumn moon, walk between reality and history. How far is youth? How far is my hometown? How far is the ideal? Forget it, please. Another day is about to pass, endless ancient roads and endless worries! In the wind, in the darker and colder dusk, some sentences suddenly became clear in his mind:
Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,
Small bridges and flowing water,
As the old saying goes, the west wind is spreading eastward,
The sun went down,
Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.