I am an old acquaintance of Yu Yu. I am ninety years old. Rain and snow age me, and I age them. Now the rain in summer is getting thinner and thinner, and the snow in winter is getting thinner every year. They are like fur mattresses under me. Those thick hairs are scattered with the wind, leaving scars of years. Sitting on this mattress, I feel like a hunter guarding an alkali factory, but I am not waiting for a deer with beautiful horns, but for the wind wrapped in dust.
There is not a cloud around the moon, so clear that people worry that it will suddenly fall to the ground if it is not covered.
I don't want to sleep in a room where I can't see the stars? If I wake up in the middle of the night and see the dark roof, my eyes will be blind; ? If I can't hear the flowing Luming Literature, I will be deaf.