August 29, 2007 at 00:32 · Filed under Uncategorized
1969.春
昨夜上林场，清晨叩故乡。风轻山雾重，蝶乱菜花黄。无奈铃声急，那堪工号长。低眉惟有泪，不敢向春光。
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