这一年,我只在秋天我真的不再孤独了。这个秋天,满树的叶子,泛着青年时的黄,有黄金一样的质感。一树苹果按照原来的形状,从天而降。我相信风的吹过,我身体里的孤独,有些平庸。但我记住了它的光滑。也许这是经历战事的一个秋天。一直奔涌着血的热浪。低头走过,诗经里的蓝,荡漾着。真的是不会消失的。菜市场一早,市侩的声音,带着几滴露水,虽然值不 This year, I am really no longer alone in the fall alone. This autumn, full of leaves of trees, glowing yellow youth, the same texture of gold. A tree apple according to the original shape, fall from the sky. I believe the wind blows, my body loneliness, some mediocrity. But I remember it’s smooth. Maybe this is a fall through the war. Has been rushing blood heat waves. Bow down, the blue book, rippling. Really will not disappear. Market early morning, the sound of the market, with a few drops of dew, although the value is not