The east wind does not come and the catkins in March do not fly
Your heart is like a small lonely city
The street just like bluestone faces the evening
The tillers do not ring, the spring curtain of March does not lift
Your heart is like a small window tightly closed
My dada's horseshoes are beautiful mistakes
I am not a returnee, I am a passerby...
This song is "Error" by Zheng Chouyu. After reading it, I felt a lot, so I wrote this article. Although this is just a Chinese assignment assigned by the teacher, I think I wrote it very carefully.
This article narrates the entire story from a relatively special perspective. Anyone who is interested may wish to read it.
I am currently in high school and my level is limited. Please forgive me for any shortcomings. I hope that seniors can provide guidance, and friends are welcome to exchange their ideas with me.
Conception: