你的鸽子,以独有的方式,从易俗河里迤逦而至。我曾经紧闭的心扉依旧紧闭,唯有感动的泪水把十一月天空下黑色的阳光打湿,不敢晾晒起潮湿的心事。这里的城市,不在北方,也不在南方,它只在南北的缝隙里,伸展着绿色的手掌,以自己的方式艰难地生长着。这个城市,在现代文明的漫卷里,早已隐去了原始的风景。灰暗的色调只能掩 Your pigeons, in a unique way, come from the river of Yisu. The hearts of my once-closed minds were still tightly closed, and only the moving tears wet the black sun under the sky of November and did not dare to dry and wet my heart. The city here is not in the north, nor is it in the south. It stretches only in the gap between the north and the south with green palms and grows with difficulty in its own way. This city, in the scroll of modern civilization, has long hidden the original landscape. Dark tones can only cover