在最严肃的日子里蕴积向往在最踏实的依托中寻找归宿不曾幻想有多少的花 多少的籽汲取阳光的渍儿和雪每一年的冬日只是你生命的分号延续不断的是充满光晕肉质感丰厚的绿呀韭沾着些许微微紫红血痕的韭大地以它博大的沉默这无声然而极为深刻的呐喊令人颤栗 鲜活如露点点的韭 真实 In the most serious days, I hope to look for the home in the most stable support. I wouldn’t imagine how much the seed spent on the sun and the snow. The winter of each year is just a semicolon of your life. The continuation is full of light. The faint greenness of Halo, with its slightly purple bloodstains, its vast silence, its silent but extremely profound shouting, the trembling and liveliness, the dew-dropping truth.