北方的冬天,大雪覆盖了黄土冻结的信仰,我一个人守着荒寂的村庄。在苍凉的土地上将生活排列成行风雪漫卷着誓言滑过枯树的枝头悲歌以一种无声的符号闯进我的视线房屋、飞鸟、泛黄的史册以及诗人闪光的瞳仁在风尘中被时光雕刻,而后消磨失落远去的眼神凝结了一个村庄和王朝灭亡的 In the winter in the north, heavy snow covered the belief that the loess was frozen, and I was alone guarding the village. In the desolate land, the life is arranged in a row. The snow-clad sacred song swept through the dead trees and slammed into my house of sight with a silent symbol. The birds of the sky, the annals of yellowing, and the flashing pupils of the poets were caught in the dust. Time sculpting and then disappearing away eyes condense a village and the demise of the dynasties