one
Look at the pace of time
It's just that I'm stagnating here
The wind rises and the clouds rise, watch the day and night repeat
But it's just that I'm alone at the bridgehead
two
Write Spring Flowers and Autumn Moons to Celebrate Everlasting Youth
Flowers float, leaves fall, rain drops fall, listening to the music, flute, and cold water
It's hard to write a wise man and Mo Yan in a gloomy heart
It is no longer the scholar's pure and bright days
three
Knocking the keyboard and writing symbols
The tide is receding, and there is no more surging
Waiting for the fetters of five years
Lingering, immersing, forgetting all pride
End
What I want to write seems to be slowly frozen in my mouth and then swallowed. After swallowing, my eyes seemed to have a vague fog, smiling, everything was like this. In the telescreen, I hesitated and forgot everything about myself. Gaze into the abyss as it gazes into you.