wind, if present rain, three o'clock two o'clock This is the south in late autumn A young girl ran towards me eagerly retreated sadly bouquet poured in the arms Who is she waiting for? empty platform watery lights The train moves slowly In the night of orange halo The white gauze flickers... if i love you- It's not like the climbing skyflower, Show yourself off with your high branches: if i love you- Never learn from lovebirds, Repeat the monotonous song for the green shade; Not only like a fountain, Sending cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous peak, which increases your height and sets off your majesty.

Even daylight. Even spring rains. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok near you, Stand with you as the image of a tree. root, clinging to the ground, Leaves, touching in the clouds. every wind blows, We all greet each other, but no one understand our language. You have your copper branches and iron trunks, like a knife, like a sword, Also like a halberd, I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, And like the torch of valor, We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunderbolt; We share mist, liulan, hauni, as if separated forever, But they depend on each other for life,

This is great love, Fortitude is here: Not only love your stalwart body, And love where you stand, the ground beneath your feet. ——An answer to a reader's loneliness maybe our mind always no readers Maybe the road started wrong The result is still wrong Maybe we light a lantern Blown away one by one by the strong wind Maybe burn out the candle of life to illuminate others There is no fire around maybe tears run down more fertile land maybe we sing about the sun also sung by the sun Maybe the heavier the shoulders The more lofty the belief may cry out for all suffering I have to keep silent about my personal misfortune

Maybe by an irresistible call we have no other choice ——An answer to "Everything" by a young friend not all big trees are broken by the storm; not all seeds Can't find the soil to take root; not all the truth are lost in the desert of the heart; not all dreams They are willing to lose their wings. no not everything It's all like you said, not all flames only burn themselves and not illuminate others; not all stars only indicate darkness instead of reporting the dawn; not all singing just pass by the ear and not keep it in mind. no not everything All as you said!

Not all calls go unanswered; Not all losses are irreparable; Not all abysses are perdition; Not all perdition rests on the weak; not all mind can be trampled underfoot and rotten in the mud; Not all consequences are tears and blood, Instead of showing joy. All the present breeds the future, Everything in the future grows out of its yesterday. hope, and fight for it, Please put all this on your shoulders.