一个人的内心,从此辽阔至此,整个春天的花朵,都是我一个人的诗行,没有小心眼的算计,没有言不由衷的心病,没有身披火焰的麻雀虚妄的舞蹈。至此,不再等繁花落尽,才提来雨水,清洗萧杀之气;不再等河水归岸带来的涛声,催 A person’s heart, from this vast to this end, the flowers of the whole spring, are my personal poem, no small calculation, no heartfelt heart disease, no flames sparrow false dance. At this point, we no longer have to wait for flowers to rain and clean the air of desolation;