There are all kinds of strange things in this world, and how many unknown secrets have been achieved.

Changchun, which had been gloomy for nearly half a month, suddenly cleared up without warning. Maybe it's because I'm used to the drowsy air, but I don't feel refreshed by the sudden high pressure, but I have a desire to hide.

Hide for the summer when you don't have time to wave goodbye, and hide for the quiet early autumn solar terms.

I've been so busy lately, and I've been so busy that I've been flustered on the way to think about human nature. So, I chose to take a look at the days when I could cut through the skin, and then stain the foreshadowing of the years.

It's a rainy autumn, and I can still hear the crickets in the grass at midnight yesterday.

Shouting out the time of the world,

Clamor that time is hurrying by.

I wanted to lift the hem of my skirt to see what it looked like, but I couldn't find a little light in the middle of the night when no one was around.

In vain, the heartache was exchanged, so the neon of the passing year reflected in the glass became the most beautiful dinner party in the autumn of 30 years old.

This night, I stood on tiptoe and stretched out my head to look at the traffic in the distance, the hustle and bustle of the city is not less than the past, this season, there is yin and yang.

Those who never stopped, hurried past the brief time of the stranger beside them.

Is 30 too late?

Or is this romantic autumn sultry in the lonely man's secluded travel?

Amorous people always give the seasons a certain life, just like the polygonal body of a certain human heart, that unknown side, always hiding some little secrets about happiness.

I folded a small boat yesterday and watched it sway through my wandering years.

I lit a lamp that could illuminate the gloom, and I watched the dusk still be yellow, and I watched my mind toss and turn.

I folded a star today and watched it shine in the sun, moon and moon of my future uncertain.

I lit a lamp that could light up the night sky, and watched the night be blue, and I saw the 30-year-old autumn kindness in my fleeting years.

In 1988, looking at the future, it seems that the road is not short or long.

We stumbled all the way and walked alone,

Are you like me,

Like to look at the taillights on the road in the evening,

I like to look for the little creatures hiding in the depths of the grass in the autumn night, with endless secrets...