黎明咬破夜的唇,将那抹血迹留于天际。这是盛夏的一个晨曦,此刻的我翻看你的毛笔字,你的老照片,想起你的白发,你的皱纹。霎时,泪眼蒙眬。春日,风清。喜欢和你一起听雨。春雨,缠绵不绝。你推开窗户,清晰的泥土芳香夹着淅沥的雨声飘然而入。此时,你安静地站在我身旁,望着远处的霓虹灯,你说:“这是属于城市的喧嚣。”你喜静,喜 Dawn bite the night’s lips, the wipes blood left in the sky. This is a dawn in the summer, at the moment I look at your brush words, your old photos, think of your white hair, your wrinkles. An instant, tearful eyes blindfold. Spring, the wind clear. Like to hear the rain with you. Spring rain, endless. You push open the window, a clear earthy fragrance drifting into the rain with the patter. At this moment, you are standing quietly beside me and looking at the neon lights in the distance. You say: “It belongs to the bustle of the city.”