Legend has it that Hu Yangshu in the desert lived for a thousand years, died for a thousand years and fell for a thousand years. If I were Populus euphratica, I would really admire myself, but I really wouldn't praise myself. I come from a chaotic universe. I come from ancient times. I seem to be born for you. I seem to grow up because of you, because I am pursuing your fairy tales. My flesh and blood is as miserable as the desert. You are different from me. The same thing is that you want me to wait. Maybe for centuries. I'll wait. Maybe it's the end of time, I'm alive, why don't you die for a thousand years, because I can't forget you? I like listening to the camel bells you pass by. I like to see your red willow. Whether you care about my feelings or not, you have quietly come to my heart. I can stay away from the prosperity of the world I can stand loneliness and desolation, even if I miss the glory of life, even if I give up my dream. I would like to go back in time, hold your hand and wander with you. When red and white flowers bloom by my side occasionally. I will be addicted to singing because of you. When my sky occasionally flies over old and new birds, I will be ecstatic because of you. I spread my heavy wings and fly in the forbidden area of life. I don't know my position on your planet, but I have released enough goodwill for you with humiliation. I refused too many temptations and bolted the doors and windows for you. I waited aimlessly in the dry area, ruthlessly hitting my impulses and desires. I hope you won't disappear from my sight for a long time, but you didn't give me a gentle city and a considerate village. You always walk around my world casually, but you don't pay attention to my moans or heal my wounds. It seems that you are just enjoying yourself, not yourself.