- Like the second one.
The first two paragrahs are vivid reflections of that youthful age.
Salute to all people coming from that age, that place, that memory ...
WOA wrote:
我徜徉在诗的严冬
看暮色爬上我的眉尖
看轻盈起伏的光阴
突然化着繁星
微弱如真实的脉搏
肤浅而动人地
激扬过一个年幼的狂想
掌中盛开的指纹
孕育于父辈上世纪的启示
光荣与梦想
零乱地凿刻在手心
我们谙悉每根纹脉的走向
那最曲折而贯穿的
最逼真地
指向诗
adagio
