69 一首诗写给69年， 53俱乐部# LeisureTime - 读书听歌看电影
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Once on a barren farm,
At a chilling dawn,
Thousands of young Crazies,
Worshipping Sun and Maonotone.
Oh, my poor Crazies,
Shoveling and trimming rocks,
Rectangle and square,
Black and grey,
Till they became uniform building blocks.
Oh, my innocent Crazies,
On water, constructing utopia and mirage.
Once on a dairy farm,
At a creamy dusk,
Thousands of young Gypsies,
Worshipping Sun and Rainbows.
Oh, my poor Gypsies,
Showered by rocks,
Hard and soft,
Blue and purple,
Till they became colorful chalks.
Oh, my innocent Gypsies,
On stones, painting peace and love.
Six in my eyes,
What’s in your eyes?
Nine in the past,
What’s in the present?
Once on a barren farm,
At a chilling dawn,
Thousands of young Crazies,
Worshipping Sun and Maonotone.
Oh, my poor Crazies,
Shoveling and trimming rocks,
Rectangle and square,
Black and grey,
Till they became uniform building blocks.
Oh, my innocent Crazies,
On water, constructing utopia and mirage.
Once on a dairy farm,
At a creamy dusk,
Thousands of young Gypsies,
Worshipping Sun and Rainbows.
Oh, my poor Gypsies,
Showered by rocks,
Hard and soft,
Blue and purple,
Till they became colorful chalks.
Oh, my innocent Gypsies,
On stones, painting peace and love.
Six in my eyes,
What’s in your eyes?
Nine in the past,
What’s in the present?