Dadu Mountain
Author: Yu Guangzhong
Call me on Dadu Mountain in spring
The recorder stretches out its long neck and shouts Me
(Snake charmer calls me that way)
Sitting on the loose mountain slope
Bask in the new sun
The sun that shines like headlines
The sun sitting across from the breakfast table
Duck egg yolk, duck egg yolk, thick sun
Spring is new, spring is here Call me on the Dadu Mountain
The whole spectrum calls me brilliantly
Red enough to fall in love, yellow enough to pat your eyes
Polished, growing green rust The old sun
Buy one in April, buy one in March
Azaleas on the skirt of the season
Build a colorful kindergarten
< p>Spring is so noisy, spring is calling me from afarPartridges in the entire acacia forest are calling me
(The direction of the blue long-distance bus is calling me)
Triangle bell, xylophone, Basong Basong Basong Song
After the rainy season, waiting for the wind season
Ask Huangni if ??you feel the spring
< p>The fingers of the sun tickle the melon fieldsApril is the most ticklish
Close it heavily, a pirate version of Faust
And close it and face north
You once stood in Keelung Port without a raincoat
Listening to the vibration of the cruise ship's whistle, the cloud of lung disease
You were a young man looking at the sea, not Wear a raincoat
The ruins of the old castle are green in spring
The white pebbles are smiling on the river bed
Qingming Festival, paper money, black butterflies flying
(Even the father-in-law of the land has to travel far away with a stick)
Lovers are dating in the cemetery
It’s time for the sleeping bones to turn over< /p>
A rose flower stood on tiptoe
Whose inscription read and gave winter to aspirin, ah sneeze
Give your insomnia, your Inferiority
Low altitude supported by telephone poles
Air used by a million people
Sneeze, sneeze
Special medicine Advertisements, Bacteria, Atomic Rain
Spring, spring is the season of daze
Sitting on the Korean grass, dazed all afternoon
Spread Keats on your knees Collection of poems
Spring does not cause tuberculosis
Spring is an extended April Fool's Day, and love is popular
Zhuo Wenjun has been dead for two thousand years, but spring is still spring< /p>
Still seventeen years old, still seventeen and a half years old
Yun is still very swan, and the female students are very lark
Yun is still very ballet, but the female students are very cool But
Spring is the closing of lung disease, existence and non-existentialism
Use your pale and trembling hands
The hand that opens the drawer and then closes it
The hand that twists the bottle cap and counts the pills, sneeze
Zhuo Wenjun has been dead for two thousand years, spring is still spring
(You don’t know who you are , you don’t know)
That beautiful widow, young widow
(You don’t know who you are, you don’t know)
Zhuo Wenjun is dead Twenty centuries, spring
(You don’t know who you are, you don’t know)
Zhuo Wenjun has been dead for twenty centuries, spring
Zhuo Wen You have been dead for twenty centuries, and spring is still spring
The clouds are still very swan-like, and the girls are still like peacocks
The clouds are still very chic, and the girls are still like April
Old professor, let’s change into a floral tie
Did you fall in love during your sophomore year?
You don’t know who you are,
You don’t know Zhuo Wenjun
After two thousand years of death, spring is still spring
La Traviata , Keats (you don’t know)
Zhuo Wenjun has been dead for two thousand years, spring is still spring
(you don’t know who you are)
Spring is still spring farewell Zebra Crossing of Life
Farewell to the pirate version of books and life
Farewell to Taipei, this anteater
Farewell to my rain hat and raincoat
< p>This is spring, this is the season of dazeSpring calls me on Dadu Mountain
It is said that the wind comes from the strait, and the strait wakes up
( You don’t know, you don’t know)
The faun is outside the red brick wall of the university
(You don’t know, you don’t know)
Will not come to observe Your classical era
The faun is outside the wall of the girls’ dormitory
I won’t repair Romeo and Juliet either
Old professor, old professor, change your tie
Did you ever fall in love during your freshman year?
Professor, yourtie, yourtie!
(You don’t know who you are, you don’t know