南瓜大地上的孩子,孤单地幻想着,天空的蔚蓝和灵动的白云朵,优美就在触手可及的地方,那时的抬头,只不过一瞬间。它用寂寞来拓展自己,藤蔓已经爬过了屋顶,爬过了墙头,偶尔遇到风的时候,也细碎地喊几声,像在说明什么,一种绿色悄然地见证。从我真正认识它的时候,我们已经有了距离。这是一个迟来的黄昏,阳光被黑暗一点一点的驱远,城市的霓虹灯从大街小巷一盏接一盏地站起来,它站在遥远的、古老的忧郁中,隔山、隔水地看我。山永远那么高大,水永远超越河流的古 Pumpkin earth children, lonely imagination, the sky blue and smart white clouds, beautiful at your fingertips, when the rise of the sea, only a moment. It lifted itself with loneliness, and the vines had crawled over the roof and climbed over the wall, occasionally encountering the wind, and cried out loudly as if to say something, a quiet testimony of greenness. When I really knew it, we already had a distance. It was a late evening, the sunshine was driven by the darkness little by little, and the city's neon lights rose from street to street, standing in remote, ancient melancholy, mountains, Look at me. The mountain is always so tall, the water forever surpasses the ancient river