他们死了。剩下我岩石般的孤独和遣不去的哀愁,我的哀愁和五月一样。——纪弦她,是个披头散发的幸存者。正从废墟中起身,浑身被破碎的玻璃瓦块划得全身如鱼之鳞,鲜血先是从道道伤口中滚滚躺下,继而它累了,便又慢慢一丝丝溢出。木屐的哒哒声显得有些突兀。她定了定神,眼前浓烟滚滚。满目的疮痍。毫无生气的哀嚎被风携着吹进每一隅旮旯,听着令人毛骨悚然。大炮的巨响在天边沉闷地回荡,仿佛天地是一个巨大的塑料袋,凭着仅有的一点儿空气,每个人都在苟 They are dead. The rest of my rock-like loneliness and sadness to send, my sadness and May. - Ji Xian she, is a shaman distributed survivors. Starting from the rubble, the whole piece of broken glass tile delineated as the scales of fish, and the blood rolled down from the roundabout wounds first. Then it was tired, and then it overflowed slowly. Clogs da da seemed a bit awkward. She set her mind in front of the billowing billow. Full of sores. Lifeless whining is carried by the wind blowing into every corner, listening to the creepy. Cannon loud noise in the sky boring reverie, as if the world is a huge plastic bag, with only a little air, everyone in Gou