The twilight of the abuse of the virus is in the dead of winter.
Dragging a terminally ill wet body.
Stumbling into the rugged and nameless guillotine road.
I heard the broken and faded propaganda wall mottled and narrated in the cold wind.
The mirage of yesteryear is in full swing.
The white lunch boxes scattered all over the floor were covered in mud and grease, and they didn't even want to be full of greedy time, like a group of drunks who were drunk to the bottom, sloppy and sloppy showing all kinds of weird sleeping postures.
A few were still hiding in tattered plastic bags, dangling on the black, bare branches.
Muscular earthwork wheel prints, hard from.
Drill under a huge, bulky iron gate with rust and burrow.
Through the cracks in the door, the potholed yellow construction site.
Like a strange sea with huge waves churning, excavators and mixers are everywhere.
Like a giant abandoned ship stranded.
The tower crane is still soaring into the sky, showing off the great blueprint to the sky.
Suddenly, the helmet in the distance was like a skeleton, chased by the fierce wind, and crashed into the iron door, letting out a heart-rending scream of pain, awakening the thin little head peeping through the crack in the door.
This is the *** in the depths of my soul
I, a fallen maple leaf that has been adrift for half my life, wandered on the streets, run over by countless hurried passing wheels, and finally was ruthlessly blown back to the abandoned starting point, inadvertently peeking into the depths of my heart.
Such a glorious and glorious battlefield.
The lights were bright, the machines roared, the voices were buzzing, and a symphony was playing, but it all came to an abrupt end with my departure.
The most high-spirited youth, the most colorful blueprint, under the constant destruction and gnawing of time, are just flying all over the ground in the end.
Dusk faded and flapped his wings and flew away.
The night descended like the sea, with a huge wave that split the sky.
Ruthlessly buried my body and my construction site.
In the distance, the whistle of a huge ship was heard.