当晨雾散尽，清风徐来，落叶纷飞。我决定拾起片片落叶，用心打磨的诗句装订成册，留给明天的明天的清晨。阳光来了，或许我会退到阳光背后，留下这如诗如画的小城，无论是留下，还是离开，沿着季节流逝的河流前行，去听远方的笛音;;

 

"When the morning mist cleared, breeze, the leaves are blowing. I decided to pick up the pieces leaves, carefully polished verses bound, and left for tomorrow morning. The sun came, perhaps I would have retreated behind the sun, leaving this picturesque town, whether to stay or leave, the season before the trip along the river passage, listen to the distant flute;;"

 

灰白色的天空，不是天要下雨的预兆，而是晴空的安宁。  

 

那些曾经以为念念不忘的事情就在我们念念不忘的过程里，被我们遗忘了  

 

歇斯底里的在内心深处放声呐喊，触痛了心脏的每一根神经。