"The Singing of the Beetles"
When the horizon shines through a ray of orange light
The lovely elf blooms with transparent wings
Return A bright smile in the morning light
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Have you ever heard the "swish" gliding pace?
I am running, running
< p>IgnitePainful and joyful dance of passion and strength
So I started singing
About the colorful village with falling flowers
About dreams The melancholy of Lishui Township
About the boldness and arrogance of youth and ignorance
The noise of busy traffic and crowds
The unsophisticated heart
Looking for But
The castle that has been deserted for a long time
The nursery rhyme of lush grass
The recklessness of not knowing the heights of the sky
Smooth and unrestrained posture
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And sing
The uncontrollable longing is like the blue ocean
Sometimes calm and sometimes flamboyant
Could this be the price of being young?
p>It is still the unbearable lightness of life
So I run and run
Just for the turbulent collision and excitement
Fleeing Joy and excitement
And
the first and last ones in the years
The inseparable tranquility...
Waiting (Sun Jingxuan Qingdao, April 1980)
I don’t know when the tide receded
Left behind a boat without an oar
Cannot hear the noise of the waves
Cannot hear the cry of the storm
It stranded on the beach silently
Looking a little lonely and a little sad
But it stubbornly persisted Waiting
Waiting for the tide to return to the coast
How can it not drift?
It is a boat after all...
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Between me and the world is a wall
Between the wall and me is a lamp
Between the lamp and me is a book
p>There is a gap between the book and me
"Far and Near"
You
Look at me for a while
Looking at the clouds for a while
I think
You are far away when you look at me
You are very close when you look at the clouds
《 Generation"
The night gave me black eyes
I used them to find light