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.