曾经,瑞安的老街催生了一批温州本土巨富,而今,老街上的店铺似乎已懒得去更新升级,财富的声音不再喧嚣,但你仍能看到以往财富的影子,不过面上却是慵懒而寂寥的秋天深了/神的家中鹰在集合/神的故乡鹰在言语/秋天深了王在写诗/在这个世界上秋天深了/该得到的尚未得到/该失去的早已丧失。这首小诗的名字叫做《秋》。我第一次读到,是在一个小城,瑞安,一处咖啡小馆门前立在地上的小黑板上。当然,不是你 Once, Ruian Street gave birth to a number of Wenzhou native rich, and now, the streets of the shop seems to be too lazy to update and upgrade, the sound of wealth no longer noisy, but you can still see the shadow of the past wealth, but the surface It is lazy and lonely autumn deep / God’s home eagle in the collection / God’s hometown eagle In the language / autumn is deep Wang is writing poetry / in this world deep in the fall / the get not got / the lost Already lost. The name of this poem is called Autumn. The first time I read that I was standing on a small blackboard in the ground in front of a small cafe in a small town, Ryan. Of course, not you