Who wrote these three words on the beach with gentle hope?
The colorful inscription on the shell must be a girl in the end.
Put down a daisy with a red handkerchief, so that people who pass by here
They are all infected with the nameless acacia 1976 wine-the red wine pulp of the index finger seems to be made of blood.
The cup of joy is full of crazy enthusiasm.
Now, the glass is shaking in my hand,
There are still traces of your beautiful eyes in the fluctuation. I was intoxicated with joy,
But for peace of mind,
I'd like to drink to that,
Drink up your infatuation. 1968 soul-index finger If the moonlight breaks the white hair of the heart.
If the stars are like kind and sincere eyes
Then this soul must be the darling of the night.
It must be the crystallization of passion, love and hate, which is hard to understand.
Running towards the mysterious shadow of the cross
I wish I could see the lights at the intersection.
A red light that heralds the end of my life. 1968 The above is the poem "Youth" of the misty school.
Shen Qing
The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.
The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard.
Gentle wind and green dreams, gentle morning and morning drowsiness,
Light clouds and light tears, light years.
With the joy of wandering, I just never came back,
No one hinted at my homesickness when I was a child.
I want to snuggle up in every golden sunset,
Every transparent dewdrop washed away my sadness.
I met her in full bloom in the distant spring,
Full of dazzling brilliance, like a beautiful fairy tale.
Allow me, song for you. I can't sleep every night,
Allow me to cry for you. I can fly freely in tears.
The sky in my dream is very big, and I am lying on your eyelashes.
There were many days in my dream, but I began to want to go home.
I will bury all my songs on that blue hillside,
Waiting for one day they will become legends in the world.
The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.
The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard.
Tangled clouds, tangled tears, tangled mornings,
Lost wind, lost dreams, lost years.