As dried river banks， deserted. Or surrendered
Moments of days leafed through
Wild fires continue. I recall the hour of dusk
Exhausting history; attempting to burn down the world. Today
Has Yesterday once more exiled
When night quiets， you need to be silent
Garlic leaves sun-dried for a winter still allure of green
‘Tis time to pull back curtains. Bring wind in
Wash out embalmed greyness and expectations. Scents of Rhododendron
Invade my slumbering morn.
Flames dance on a leaf’s petal. All was warmth
All was silence
责任编辑：碉楼里的小妖
2010年3月第四期
主编：倩理
编辑：角度野绿安云雪貂
梦桐疏影水殿月影
碉楼里的小妖
制作：安云向日葵的光
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