秋蜇鸣堂时节,你走了。你走的如此平静,平静得悄无声息。没有呻吟,没有哀嚎,没有挣扎。那天清晨,当我发现时,你那颗前额广阔、让人一眼便能记住的智者的头颅,异乎寻常地低垂在胸前,犹如个极度困乏的行路人,在一片凄清的秋声中安详睡去。是的,你睡着了,你过于劳累,要好好歇上一阵。记得我们相爱以来,你大概只在未名湖畔有过短暂的轻松和浪漫。此后便是敕勒川,阴山下,风雪 Autumn sting Ming Tong season, you’re gone. You go so calm, calm quietly. No moan, no wail, no struggle. That early morning, when I found out, my magnificent forehead, a head of a wise man who could remember at an eye, was unusually lowered to his chest like an extremely sleepy passer-by in a serene autumn sound Go to sleep Yes, you are asleep, you are too tired, it is necessary to take a rest for a while. Remember that since we fell in love, you probably only had a brief moment of relaxation and romance on the unspecified lake. Since then, Chuan Le Chuan, Yinshan, snow