1 so charming, so sensitive, but so chaotic. A thunder can make clouds cry all over the sky for no reason, and a cuckoo cry can make a city full of azaleas. When a gust of wind rises, every willow tree will sing a white, empty, inexplicable and inaudible fly. Every fly is a semicolon of a willow. Anyway, spring is so unreasonable and illogical, but it can still be good and calm.

-Zhang Xiaofeng's Nostalgia in Spring.

I inevitably think of war and one of the most irresistible tragedies of mankind. Like fungi, our generation lives in the shadow of war, and our childhood was spent on crowded trains and bumpy ships. And you, what kind of times can I give you? We can't go back to the poetic19th century, and we can't hide in the mythical Alps. We are destined to live in this tragic era, tragic China.

-Zhang Xiaofeng's The First Snow

When it comes to maple trees, middle-aged readers will think of the red leaves in the mainland, and readers of Tang poetry will recite the famous sentence "The red leaves float down at dusk and pass the pavilion where I take wine". Maple trees in the midwest have yellow leaves. When the wind blows, maple leaves fall all over the city, and the endless maple leaves fall, and the next season will be yellow rain. In autumn, people step on it and wear it in their hair, which seems to fall on their shoulders intentionally or unintentionally. Is it bright gold and gold? The arrival of autumn fills the space between heaven and earth. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, before Halloween, the autumn color is as thick as a layer. By Halloween, autumn is pitiful, and soon the witch's broom will sweep away the fallen maple and Santa's white beard, thus covering the winter sun of 1996.

-Yu Guangzhong's "Left Hand Palmprint"