Chapter 2 1968

dusk fierce north wind, Blow away people's thin footprints; the sun goes down, The world is like a huge silhouette. chimney The chimney is like a giant rising from the ground, Looking at the land full of lights, constantly smoking cigarettes, Thinking about something that no one knows. September 1968 The origin of Xingyue The branches want to tear the sky apart, But only poked a few tiny holes, It shines the light of the sky, People call it the moon and the stars. tower and morning O pure white tower, around the green belt, Like a spring bamboo shoot, Calling the sky full of fluffy clouds.

It's a beautiful morning scene, Dew hangs everywhere, Like the eyes of countless children. In the wet sun, The water reflects the copper bell, The bell rang with the breeze. In the pine forest where the mist dissipates, Echoed with the song of the woodpecker at work. 1968 sky White clouds are the snow-capped mountains of the sky; The blue sky is the ocean of heaven; The sun is the lava of the sky; Haze is the coal mine of the sky; The star clusters are the cities of the sky; Meteors are the vehicles of the sky; Everything in the sky can only be seen from a distance, So heaven is the hometown of fantasy.