Author: Yu Guangzhong called me clarinet and elongated neck on Dadu Mountain in spring, called me (like a snake charmer), sat on a loose hillside, basking in clusters of new suns, dazzling like the sun sitting opposite the breakfast table in the headline news, duck egg yellow, thick sun, very new spring, called me full spectrum on Dadu Mountain, called me red to fall in love, and Huang had to clap his hands to polish the green rust. Spring is really noisy. In spring, the partridge is calling me, and the whole acacia forest is calling me (the direction of the blue carriage is calling me). The bell, xylophone and bassoon all passed the rainy season, waiting for the windy season to ask if the yellow mud touched the sun's fingers. Itching in Gua Tian is the most serious in April. Faust the Pirate, close the window facing north. You once stood in Keelung Port, listening to the vibration of the whistle of a big cruise ship and the cloud of lung disease without wearing a raincoat. You are a teenager looking at the sea without a raincoat. In spring, the white pebbles on the castles are green, Tomb-Sweeping Day is grinning on the riverbed, paper money and black butterflies are flying (even the father-in-law of the land has to travel on crutches). The bones of lovers who are dating and sleeping in the cemetery should also be turned out. A Chinese rose stood on tiptoe and read whose inscription gave aspirin in winter. Ah, shout your insomnia, the low altitude supported by your inferiority pole/kloc-the air used by 0.0 million people, the advertisement of specific drugs, bacteria, and atomic rain. Spring is the season of sitting in a daze on the Korean grass. One afternoon, Keats' poems spread out on his knees. Spring is the spring without lung disease, and it is an extended April Fool's Day. Love is popular. Zhuo Wenjun has been dead for 2,000 years. In spring, he is still seventeen, or seventeen and a half. Or the cloud is a swan, the schoolgirl is a lark or the cloud is a ballet, but the schoolgirl is not suffering from lung disease in spring. Existence and non-existence Open the drawer with your pale trembling hand, and then turn the bottle cap with your closed hand. Then count the pills by hand. Ah, 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 has been dead for twenty centuries, Zhuo Wenjun has been dead for twenty centuries in spring (you don't know who you are, you don't know), Zhuo Wenjun has been dead for twenty centuries in spring, and spring is still a swan. You don't know who you are. You don't know that Zhuo Wenjun died for 2,000 years, and in spring she was still La Traviata, Keats (you don't know) died for 2,000 years, and in spring she was still (you don't know). The zebra crossing bid farewell to pirated books and life in Taipei, and the anteater bid farewell to my rain hat and raincoat. Spring has arrived, and it is also a season of daze. Spring calls me from the strait on the generous mountain. When the channel wakes up (you don't know, you don't know), the god of agriculture and animal husbandry is outside the red brick wall of the university (you don't know, you don't know) and won't come to listen to your classical times. The god of agriculture and animal husbandry is outside the wall of the girls' dormitory and doesn't repair Romeo and Juliet. Professor, professor, did you ever fall in love when you were a freshman? Professor, your tie, your tie! You don't know who you are. You don't know.

& lt& lt the sea >> Author: Yellow, the sea, the sea, you open your broad mind, you can accommodate the beauty of the world and the evil of the world at the same time. The sound of the waves tells your courage that you don't have everything. Ghosts and monsters engulf all the sludge and muddy water in the world, and your life is eternal. You are guilty, too. How many innocent and kind lives have you been swallowed up by the ruthless tsunami? Sea, who will judge your merits and demerits? & lt Ma Gongchao >> Author: Wang Qijiang's steps are like a flood ... The waves are rising from his forehead, and the white waves are getting old. The young sea visited him, put his palm on the head of a gentleman named Ban Pi, and the fever subsided. So-and-so was left, and the head was exposed on the ground, so it was difficult to pull it up. Is the cold world very hot? The paper men guarding the tomb looked at the sea coming and going. How do I know the coming and going of tides? In front of this grave, I rubbed my forehead, only thirty years old. & lt& lt days in Shanghai, days at sea >> Author: Recalling the south of the Yangtze River, we see the sea, and the water on the sea comes from the sea every day. The sun is bright in the sea. Who can we tell, our sisters are bathed in veils, and our love history is struggling on the sea of the beach. The sun burns under the sun, and the water in the sky comes from the clouds in the sky. The stars tell the fish that the sea has learned our shape and given us an image. Several sea crystals have come from Taikoo. The ruined ship of the Milky Way in the sky, the seeds we abandoned germinated in the sea. To whom do the sisters tell us that our hearts are shining fruits, and to whom do they tell us that our seas bypass our seeds? They tell our hearts that the shining fruit is our heart and their cradle is in the sky. The sun is in the sea and the fish is in the clouds. We watched the sea go through the clouds and our sisters counted the stars. The wrecked ship in the sky turned into the sea, and the shallow sea tells who brought the sisters' hearts back from ancient times. There is a dark sea in the sky. Hai Jing, we sisters look for the sun and the water under the sun. The sky on the sea has existed since ancient times. Our fruits were given to our sisters. Haijing told us who Sister Wufan said it to. They told the cradle to put down the stars and the fruits in autumn, and we abandoned the days. We abandoned the sea. Our seeds are hung on the gauze in the bathtub. Who do we tell, who is right and who is right.