读着古老的《世界历史》,想着跳动的迪斯科。我们是洁白的一代。我们不希望背上祖先的十字架。我们想摆脱祖先蛇的圈套。我们想逃出禁锢而封闭的圆。一昨夜的冬天,是男子汉的形象。蓝色的月亮,清凉地升起。闪着纯净的蓝光,神秘幽远,象幽幽的蓝眼睛。小小的女孩,手捧蓝色的月亮。用她明澈的蓝眼睛。去抚摸月的水凉。没有污浊的眼睛,不反映一切罪恶,晶莹的泪珠,融化了月。远远地,女孩没有哭泣,捧着蓝蓝的月亮,在 Reading the old “World History”, thinking of a dancing disco. We are a white generation. We do not want to bear the cross of our ancestors. We want to get rid of the trap of our ancestors. We want to escape from the confined and closed circle. One last night of winter was the image of a man. The blue moon rises coolly. Shining blue light, mysterious and distant, like faint blue eyes. Little girl holding blue moon. Use her clear blue eyes. To touch the moon’s cool water. No dirty eyes, no reflection of all sins, crystal tears, melted the moon. Far away, the girl did not cry, holding the blue moon,