A canopy window and an earthen wall,

Time waits stupidly, silently.

Jin Se wind blows, as if he doesn't understand this measure, and he doesn't have any weight.

Silence supports the strangeness of leaping over this strangeness,

But my thoughts secretly went back to the past,

Quietly look at this—your figure,

Lose your balance and sink slowly.

Time flies, how many people's dreams have flowed,

Those childhoods, those teenagers have long since grown into adults,

Only those deep hearts that can't be called back are left, shouting for youth.

Suddenly I found you, I suddenly found you, you are still there,

You're still storing up the magic syrup,

You're still the same, you're still so hardworking.

A small wall bee, a big memory.

Those who go hand in hand, like dreams,

are buried in your treasure-like blessed land,

Those memory moments, those splendid prosperity are all collected by you,

Like we store your time capsule,

Inside is our first dream.

A little wall bee, a big time.

Once upon a time the mud walls are still the same,

Now the brick walls are rising from the ground,

There's no more world for you,

Nor is our world gone.

Those simplicity, those unforgettable everything,

All have come to naught with the changes of time,

So ironic, yet so real,

Tell me how I can save you,

How do I spend every moment without you – in an adult world.

A small wall bee, a big oath.

Young and ignorant, but also innocent and true,

The stars are shining and the moon is bright, and the three or five are in groups,

Read and write together, interpret childish but sweet together.

The most beautiful time, wasted but not distressed.

At that time, we were chasing each other, and talking about the world when we grew up,

Wouldn't it be interesting.

It was too naïve but also innocent,

We don't yet understand the division and integration of the adult world,

We don't know how to grow up yet,

I don't know what the past is.

Time is too short, time is so long,

With your dreams gradually forget.

The original teenager has grown up,

And you are left behind, goodbye for many years.

Good bye

Goodbye,

Never again,

Never to see again - there is a screen of your messages.

Never again,

Never again.

Note: The wall bee belongs to a genus of wall bees in the family Phyllaceae, the general family of bees. There are many species of wall bees, such as purple wall bee, concave lip wall bee, horned frontal wall bee, forked wall bee, and strong wall bee, all of which are members of this large family, of course, I have only seen one species, which likes to build a nest in the dead wood in the soil layer and expose a hole. This poem was written on the afternoon of April 6, 2015, and I felt that I had accidentally encountered these elves that I had not seen for many years.