飞过城市天空的燕子一群黑点在灰色的天空盘旋,天空穿过我的双眼,连接起我内心的荒芜。我静静地看着它们在自己的留恋里划出优美的弧线……这是深秋的北方,万木正以凋零和枯黄的方式把辽阔、粗犷和荒凉还给北方。大河无语,平原摇曳,落日返回大漠,雾霭漫漫,月色来自每一滴露水,大地在长风紧绷的弦上……棉花应该开完了,高粱和玉米应该坐着 Swallows flying over the sky in the city A swarm of black dots hovered over the gray sky, the sky through my eyes, connecting my barrenness. I quietly watched them draw a beautiful arc in their nostalgia ... This is the northern part of the late autumn, and Vung Wood is returning the vast, rugged and desolate to the north in a withered and yellow way. The river is silent, the plains are swaying, the sunset returns to the desert, the fog is long and the moon is coming from every drop of dew, and the earth is on the breeze of the wind ... Cotton should be over and sorghum and corn should sit