我坚持祈祷卧冰的现代人不是为了求鱼,只为冰镇无计可施的疼。接近尾声,栀子若此时盛开,伤口会痛得更厉害。医院大厅里的暖气包裹着一些人的绝望、一些人的欣喜。生死悬于一线,那一线需以货币维系。土地依旧出产桃花、蛙鸣或稗草,四季按部就班,没有出人意料的枝杈接住坠崖的人。 I insist that the modern people who are lying on the ice are not seeking fish for the cold but they can do nothing. Towards the end, Gardenia in full bloom at this time, the wound will be more painful. Heating in the lobby of the hospital wrapped in despair of some people, some people’s joy. Life and death hanging in the front line, that line needs to be maintained in money. Land is still producing peach, frog or barnyard grass, four seasons step by step, no unexpected twigs to catch the cliff.