11月 2 3日　晴那紫色的墙不知是何年残垣 ,却有一些青翠的草在上面生长 ,没有牛羊来吃它 ,没有脚步来踏它。那青青的草在墙的上面生长 ,不知要用多大的力量来站稳土墙。它横竖不说一句话 ,沉默如贫瘠的土墙 ,抑如老牛上坡时沉重的喘息 ,把白昼和黑夜冷落在身边。那草根根向上 On November 23rd, the clear purple wall didn’t know what year’s wreckage it was, but there were some green grass growing on it. There were no cattle and sheep to eat it, and there were no footsteps to tread on it. The green grass grows on top of the wall. I do not know how much strength to use to stand on the earth wall. It does not say a word in a vertical or horizontal way, silent as a barren soil wall, like a heavy gasping when the old cows uphill, the cold day and night fall to the side. The grass roots are upward