渐行渐远的太阳在12月的某一天, 直射南回归线后,向北回归。 我站在北纬39度54分东经116度 23分,向天空默念,手里没有光泽好看的 玫瑰念珠。 夏季早已逝去,在冬天无关痛痒的 蛛丝马迹里等待涅磐。这个北方城市冷 得有那么点末世,也许是你的表情让我 记起那决口不提的曾经。彼说她的家乡 The sun, which is gradually drifting away, returns to the north on a certain day in December, after reaching the Tropic of Capricorn. I stood at 39 degrees 54 degrees north latitude and 116 degrees 23 minutes east longitude. I meditated silently into the sky, and I had no lustrous rose rosary in my hand. The summer has long since passed and winter is waiting for Nirvana in the irrelevant winter months. The northern city is so cold that it may be that your expression reminds me of the cry that didn’t mention it. He said her hometown