寂静制造了风,河流在泥土中延续一个又一个落日哺育灰色的屋宇它的空洞有着炽烈的过去在每一个积满尘土的蓄水池有黎明前的长叹和平息之后的火焰我开口,却已没有歌谣初春的明镜,早已碎在揉皱的地图上如果我还能低声歌唱是因为确信烟尘也能永恒,愁苦的面容感到被死亡珍惜的拥抱。——池凌云:《寂静制造了风》 Silence created the wind, the river continues in the soil one after another to feed the sunset nurturing gray houses its empty with blazing past in each of the dusty reservoirs have dawn before the dawn and the flame after the pacification I opened, but No ballads early spring mirror, has long been crumpled map on the crumpled if I can still sing because I believe that smoke can also be eternal, sad face felt death hug. - Pool Lingyun: “Silence created the wind”