Chapter 15 nostalgia

——Ms. HH We are all children, Met by chance on a boat.After running out of materials for talking and laughing, they sat down blankly, Silently, each feels nostalgic.full moon silver light Shooting on the boundless sea.The strings plucked the jerky and unmoving tune slowly, in the wind of the sky, It actually caused infinite sorrow?Fog clogged the windows, It was cold and boring.Sitting next to each other in the corner—a scene of the tragedy of selflessness, when whispering, It actually caused you to shed tears and stain your clothes?have gone so far, How to make Zhuang language? "

The future is only shining with uncertain stars, but in the back, I see the flag of love fluttering.For the hometown, We were just children! Can't make strong words, can't bear to make strong words, He also refuses to make strong words! On August 27, 1923, in the Pacific Ocean. (This article was originally published in "Morning News" on October 6, 1923, and later included in the collection of poems "Spring Water".)