北方以北注定——要有一堆黄土,把欲望掩埋;注定——要有一个人,把自己掩埋。错过的章节里,主角落泪、落叶成灰,足印杂沓的时候,翻书的声音仿佛远方的一声咳嗽,春梦依旧遥远,故事没有尾声。北方以北,故乡的马蹄一日千里,途经的村庄,种子高举着誓言,依然的回眸里是依然的瞬间,依然的秋歌中是依然的云淡。我的马嘶鸣,仿佛积压千年的怒吼,高高 North of the north doomed - there must be a pile of loess, the desire to bury; doomed - there must be a person to bury himself. Miss the chapter, the protagonist of tears, fallen leaves ashes, footprints when the stack of books, the voice of the book as if the distant cough, the spring dream is still far away, the story is not the end. North of the north, the hometown of horseshoe thousands of miles a day, passing through the village, the seeds held high the oath, still look back in the moment is still, the still autumn song is clear. My horse neigh, as if the backlog of a thousand years roar, high