A construction site that melts gold from the sunset,
The roaring mixer not only drives the high desire,
Its suspended body is also like a tireless iron owl, unloading concrete.
The storm was immediately thrown to the slowly rising floor by Sichuan migrant workers.
On the higher scaffold, a tearful man hugged flowers.
Love or death? He faces the ultimate dilemma.
When the roaring electric drill vibrates the uterus of the earth,
Poor sunset, sunset city, the desolation of the city,
Like 10 thousand roses, the sad golden voice is lit by the sunset.
Whose carnival night is this? After the curtain of life, the feast was hearty.
A thousand luminous waterfalls merged into a sea of light and left the construction site.
The car kept honking, as if to say goodbye to the day in a falsetto.
"Oh, let me love enough at once ..." Those indulgent teenagers.
How will he reach his distant old age?
This is a noisy era, and the big swan flies over the moon.
Captured by the hidden fence, the off-duty migrant workers hurried to clean up.
Feathers spattered with blood, the red elevator fell down again.
"So please fasten your helmet …" Whispered Swallow.
I am anxious and pray for my numb partner.
And when will the pastoral of an era be restored by moonlight?
There was instant silence on the construction site, and the night precipitated the vast ashes of time.
But Meng Lou continued to climb, "30 floors, 50 floors,
One hundred floors ... "If it's not enough, put up the kindergarten building blocks.
Or, immediately interrupt a poet's dark writing.