Xinghao

Xinghao Wang Jing Shenyang Normal University Library 110034 Preface A lamp, squatting quietly on the desk, looking at me affectionately face to face with many thoughts on my mind. A lamp, quietly squatting on the desk, the flame dancing, very small, like a swaying flower, but very large, filling the space, flooding my whole heart. Very complete, very pure, very beautiful, but very painful. A lamp, quietly squatting on the desk, regardless of the wind and rain outside the window, only guarding half a cup of residual tea or a drop of light wine, burying the bones of many dead things, shining at the end of my poems. The night says love it, it is the loneliness with you. When you wake up, it is a star, and when you sleep, it is a dream. The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung trees, which makes people feel quiet at first. Who can see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and solitary shadows. I startled but turned around. I felt resentful and had no one to save me. I picked up all the cold branches and refused to live on them. The lonely sandbank was cold. It's raining outside... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.