I'd like to find all the lyrics to "Hidden" by Jingming Guo.

[Song introduction]

Kwok Jingming's musical novel, "The Lost and the Hidden"

Where is your youth? Where is your dream?

The 2005 youth event, warmly burning the whole summer.

Teenage writer Guo Jingming, who took on the role of music producer cross-culturally, publicly declared,

that he was going to write a novel that could be sung and a novel that could be listened to.

It's a marvelous idea to incorporate a novel into a music album, a bold attempt by the 80s writer with no inhibitions.

[Track Description]

October - Pick Up is the Erosion of Erosion

Time dissolves the exposed rock. The rough surface of the class is transformed into a bubble that fades away. Day after day the setting sun erodes the contours of young, well-behaved rocks, revealing the smooth, moist interior of pre-adulthood. The line of return guides the return of all. Mistakes once made. Love that once failed. Childish confessions. Sentiments that once rose and fell. All were instantly and softly forgiven by God. Left with the booming sound of youth, like a late night train heading for the next journey.

September - Nine is a long time long

If happiness is too long. It becomes a blurred memory. So the memory of your face your hands your sweater is separated and placed in different grids of the carousel. Who can only get bits and pieces of happiness. But can no longer be put together into a complete capitalized love. Your smile in the memories can color the whole summer green. But the seasons can't go back to the past along the road.

August - Hachi is the scar of scars

A wounded body will always leave scars. I'm not a magical healer like the years, who can heal all the wounds I've ever felt. I'm not as great a creator as God, who can open up the infinite vault of the sky You still miss him. You still miss him. You're still stuck in the windless forest that he scattered with his hands. But I want to take you to a different kind of happiness. Even if I can't cure the blindness of the long darkness of your eyes, please let me be blind together. Even if I can't pull you out of the complicated and deep jungle, I will accompany you to watch the sky grow bright.

July - Seven is the period of the date

Who you meet. In the summer when daylight floods to white heat. The happiness of those who have been exposed to the light of day. I can't find the date when it should appear. Just like I met you. In a summer that was long, long overdue. Phoenix flowers bloomed along every wall in the city. The flowers burned in the country. Flowers lost. The red flowers festering in the mud paths of the huge rainwater mountain roads told the monsoon that if I had met you earlier.

June-Land is the land of the continent

Maybe no one has ever noticed. Beyond the peaceful and prosperous continent, those silent and voiceless islands. The islands bloom in all seasons. The mainland grass and trees withered. Those secrets across the distant ocean, even the monsoon winds from the south to the north can not be delivered. Recipient's address unknown. Handwriting scribbled. Overweight. And yet it will never be a no-trace. The man is the clearest presence deep in the chest. His name is the map of an entire continent on the surface of the heart. Islands closing in day by day. And yet it will never land.

May-Wu is the dance of the rising dance

All love is like this. Countless details piled up into an unmoving sideways face. The little specks of mud you left on the corners of your coat, the fairy tale floating shallowly in your smile, the music in your earbuds pointing straight to the Big Dipper. The Ferris wheel. The amusement park. Fireworks rising and sunset falling. The clean white shirts of the boys and the long hair of the girls. The warmth of the sunlight flows slowly along the lines of the years, turning into mercury and penetrating into every crevice and line of the heart. It eventually solidified into a thousand mirrors. Reflecting a thousand of you dancing to the sound.

April - Rampant is the sacrifice of sacrifice

You say I am a fool or not. April's wind is softened in the air by spring. Half-fluid across the city of blossoms. I bought breakfast for you copied notes. Dazed with nothing to do downstairs at your house. Are all the fools they talk about stupid people? Am I the stupid one? The sunlight cuts along the window into the room. The wind lifted the curtains. The warm glow is creeping full into your quietly sleeping face.

March-Three is Scattered Scattered

Scattered all over the place, is it the kiss you hide in the corner of your mouth? Peter Pan's fairy tale says that those kisses hidden in the corners of the mouth are sweet candies. So who can tell me which clown with a hat is peddling them in the playground? I'd like to buy a nice big jar. And then. And then switch with you. But blood and bones. Nerves and skin. Thick fleece in a thick cotton shirt. Obviously two people with the very same quality, still scattered by the monsoon winds.

February-II is the two without two

Rising winter. Little snow. Big snow. Winter solstice. Little Cold. Big cold. In the lonely winter when you can't meet a second lonely person. Walking alone, singing alone, shopping alone, watching a whole world go wild. People strolling hand in hand through amusement parks. He is the only one for her. I am everyone's no two. The world is full of chances for us to meet. And I never get to meet you.

January-One is the unique one

The world was once upside down. Now it returns to brilliant colors. The world has lost its sound. Now you are singing with me. The darkness of the night covers the left hand. The left hand covers the right hand. Fingers that once held hands. In the night, I join my hands alone. The wind blows the sand into a desert. You waited for me for ten long years of meditation. You are the legend of the world. You are the only one in the world. You made me spend my entire youth. Used to find you.

Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. His and Her Maze. The Beginning ......

[Lyric Listing]

One Month.

Monologue: Those Things That Happened in 1999 ......

Those Things That Happened in 1999

Like a faded movie

Wasteland burned through endlessly by time

Leaving behind the boy who was once clear in the photographs

and the sad

No one remembers or asks

When they left

When they will come back

January:Hidden

Those years were drowned in a sea of people

How many of the songs that were once sung remain

We stood in the raging sea of people

How many of the flowers that were once planted still bloom

In nineteen eighty-five

In nineteen eighty-five

In nineteen eighty-five

The grass has been burnt endlessly by time

And the sad girls.

In nineteen ninety-nine, my eyes won't open

In nineteen ninety-nine, no one stays

In nineteen ninety-nine, my heart won't open

In nineteen ninety-nine, who's left alone? Left behind

Once I sang a song and watched the weeds fill the hillside

In nineteen ninety-nine I can't keep my eyes open

In nineteen ninety-nine There's no one left behind

In nineteen ninety-nine I can't keep my heart open

In nineteen ninety-nine Who's left alone

The grass is all over the hillside How many are left to sing

La ......

La ......

My boy learned to pamper<

The pranks that he loved Can't be remembered

Who's the girl who took off her blue hairband

When I see an old movie, I still cry

In nineteen nineteen-ninety-nine, I can't keep my eyes open

In nineteen nineteen-ninety-nine, there's no one left

In nineteen nineteen-ninety-nine, there's no one left

In nineteen ninety-nine, there's no one left. In nineteen ninety-nine My heart won't open

In nineteen ninety-nine Who's left behind alone

Once we held hands and said we'd travel for the rest of our lives

In nineteen ninety-nine My eyes won't open

In nineteen ninety-nine In nineteen ninety-nine No one is left behind

In nineteen ninety-nine My heart won't open

In nineteen ninety-nine Who's left behind alone

A lifetime of traveling Has this dream woken up yet

La... ...

la ......

Two Months.

Monologue:

I remember she once said ......

I remember she once said

A person's world

is so quiet you can hear the flowers blossom

She also once asked

How long must it be

before someone listens to her world?

February: Crossword Puzzle

Darkness, dawn, dusk, and then dusk again, memories unfolding, folding, and then unfolding again

Green light, red light, green light, and then green light again, crowds dispersing and gathering, and then re-dispersing again

Who's like me, waiting in silence, how many dialogues have I heard along the way, and how many rusted doorways have I passed by

How many blanks are there in life that I've been born with, and how stupid I was to be able to fill in the crossword puzzle

How many people exist in the future? There is a kind of happiness that I was born to be lonely and can't wait for

How many kinds of dialogues are there in loneliness? I forgot to forget the lines and couldn't say them

How many angels are there in the heaven? I couldn't see the feathers falling even if I raised my head

How many accidents I met in the sea and ocean of life

Then and now, three years and five years ago, there are many fires in the sky, but if you lose, you have to play again

Who gave me the chance to be the best?

Who gave me the ordinary favor, who forgot to bury my face, who stopped when I passed by

How many blanks are there in life, how many crossword puzzles can't be filled in by my innate stupidity

How many people will exist in the future, how many happinesses can't be waited for by my innate loneliness

How many kinds of lonely dialogues, how many forgotten lines I can't say even though I've opened my mouth

How many angels are in the heavenly realm, how many angels are in the sky, how many angels can't see the feathers fall even though I lift up my head?

How many angels are there in the sky who look up and can't see the feathers fall down

Back and away and never coming back, we wait, we are disappointed, and we wait again

Summer, winter, summer, and then summer again, the cell phone is turned off, and then it's never turned on again

Three months

Soliloquy: We should only be so defiantly in love when we are young ......

We should only be so defiantly in love when we are young

And as we grow older

we can no longer remember those

sleepless nights because of our thoughts. March:Between you and me

Sunny days, light is his white shirt

Cloudy days, clouds are his old bookmarks

His face is my weather station

Between notes, on the back of the exam paper, is your smiley face

The icebreaker is stranded in your dimples

Basalt is the side of your face

Your eyes are like the side of your face, like the side of your face, like the side of your face.

Your eyes are like a museum

It's impossible to stop visiting every day and every night

You're on the left, happiness is on the right

Between you and me is the summer that never grows old

Clouds are on the top, the blue sky is infinite

Between the sky and the earth is the love that I've hidden in my heart

I'm in love for life

Long time to love you. p>lalala......

The zoo, I love the monkeys making faces

The botanical gardens are quiet and you are silent

Amusement park, I'm standing on top of the Ferris wheel with you

You suddenly turn around and say, "The angels are at the top"

You're on the left, and the happiness stops at the right

Between you and me, is the never-ending summer of the same year

Clouds are on the top of the blue sky, which is infinitely far away.

Between the sky and the earth, there's a love that I've hidden in my heart

I'll love you for the rest of my life

lalala ......

lala lalala[winter summer]

lala lalala......

lala lalala[love can last forever]

lala lalala......

You're in front of me, the angel behind me

Between you and me, it's magic that lights up the theater of time

On top of the stage, the performances are noteworthy

Between the lifting of the hand and the head, happiness melts away like candy

Blurring my vision

Wrecking the moon.

Soliloquy: He keeps asking ......

He keeps asking

Is April Fool's Day a holiday that belongs to me

Sometimes we can fool ourselves if we blindfold ourselves

The world is a very dark and safe place

April:Fools

The prince in the fairy tale rides a white horse and smiles but doesn't speak

Is your prince me or him? Why don't you answer

Your beautiful years are the fairy tale I love

April Fools' Day revelry, I'll be hiding in a corner

Your prince should be riding a white horse, smiling and speaking to you

Wouldn't know if I'm telling jokes, like the fool I am

April Fools' Day is here again, and it's time for the Fools' Day.

April Fools' Day is here again, are you still laughing at me

Following the angels, I always see your face

Paper airplanes fly higher than before

Winter, summer, sunny, cloudy, the time has gone by

Paper airplanes are filled with thoughts

I don't want the angels to land beside me

The paper airplanes have been flying in circles, and then they come back to the front of me

Inside the photo, the cell phone is in the corner of the room, and I can't see the airplanes. p>

Inside the photo, on the back of the cell phone, is your face

The paper airplane flew past you and you couldn't see it

Your radiance is dazzling

My ordinariness is so unremarkable

Wu Yue.

Monologue:Love is like candy ......

Love is like candy

Scattered everywhere in the playground

Lights shine bright never closing

May:Love Plaza

Eyes break wide open Your smile is like an ocean

The doors and windows are open and you're waiting under the trees

The buttons on your uniform fall off

It's in my hand that I can't let go

The gentle glow of your psyche blossoms

That's your smiling eyes

You're looking into the sunset

Like the scent of a flower

That's it,

Leaning against your shoulder

The North Star is pointing in the wrong direction, swaying. I'm swaying in the wrong direction

Like this, I'm gazing at your face

Drawing the shape of happiness

Love Square never closes

Open my ears and listen to your heartbeat like a pendulum

Lights up and slowly walk onto the stage

Lying on you, I'm swinging on your bike

Wishing time would stop and not go away

Behind my back Soft wings grow behind my back

And my chest

Waiting for the movie to play slowly, like the flow of time

What does it take to get close to paradise

This is the playground of dreams, all lit up

Just like this, close your eyes and imagine

Guessing what the shape of this happiness will look like over and over and over and over and over and over again

Just like this, leaning against your shoulder

That is what it takes to make me feel like I'm in love with you, like I'm in love with you.

The North Star is pointing in the wrong direction, and it's shaking

Like this, I'm staring at your face

Drawing the shape of happiness

Love Square is not closing

Lu Yue.

Soliloquy: Those Unspeakable Words ......

Those Unspeakable Words

Those Unspoken Stories

Let Him Forget It

June:Him and Her

Looking at him standing under the tree, waiting for her, and hearing her spouting off to him saying Silly words

It's like seeing a movie, a happy and perfect fairy tale

It's like seeing a story, pure white and transparently silly

What's wrong, suddenly saying silly things

I heard he planted white plum blossoms for her

I heard she grew her hair long for him

Why am I afraid, afraid of being alone all these years

How can I not struggle?

Forget it, let her say stupid things

Remember he likes green tea in the summer

Have talked to him on the phone late at night

Will he and she be happy like a perfect fairy tale

What will happen to him and to me? Can anyone tell me

I'm not stupid, I love him just as much

Meeting him, he's already got her.

The wind is blowing, and the cold wind is telling him what I really mean: I envy her

Seven Moon.

Monologue: Memories of a hot summer

Memories of a hot summer

They all say that summer is the season for love

But that summer there was a boy

Crying alone for a long time in the sunset

Seven months: their drift bottles

Playgrounds closed colorful lights off

Happiness was viewed sadly wandering

The toy soldiers quietly look at the skylight

Today's frustration and tomorrow's what

The playground is windy and the children are dispersing

The noisy theater and the movie is off the screen

I'm left standing by myself in the old playground

Pick up the kite and fly it slowly

You and she are sitting slowly by my side

We We all sat next to happiness

Your drift bottles floated ashore

All of them floated to my sad beach

Happiness and sadness sat on both sides of me

I sat in the shadows of time

The white lines drawn by hopscotch in my childhood

Who are you pointing at with your lonely smiles now

They're all in their drift bottles.

Back to the old playground to look at the sunset

All the stories that were once told fell apart

Alone, I listened to the headphones ringing

Shadows play hide-and-seek with me

Eight months.

Monologue: forget everything that was before ......

Forget everything that was before

Let's fly to the country behind the north wind

Live in a fairy tale, okay?

August: The Country Behind the North Wind

Empty Classroom, Empty Chords

Paint Boxes, Running Out of Colors

Heavy Rain, Heavy Rain, Heavy Rain

You've Held Umbrellas for Me

The Big Dipper Points South

Windy Days, Snowy Days, Blazing Suns, Blazing Eyes

Horizon, Floating Clouds, Floating to the Shore

Within a Snap of a Finger, Who's There? After the show, before you leave

North of the year, south of the time

Wave goodbye

Green canvas board left on the wall

White shirt you hang in your room

Three years ago, I took a picture of you

Sunset in front of the window, disappeared

Lighting dims, music slows down

Ten years later, ten years before

Ten years later, ten years before

And then, I'm not sure if I can do this, but I'm sure I can. Ten years later, ten years ago

Everything's changed

Behind the back of the chair, before the number

Old movie down, new movie up

The mystery's not yet over

Jiu Yue.

Soliloquy: You used to say ......

You used to say

Every time the Ferris wheel turns a full circle

there's a pair of kissers in the world

And what's scattered all over the place today

is the kisses that were deep in the corners of your mouth back in the days when they

never existed.

September: Ferris Wheel

The lights of the whole city close their eyes, and the Ferris Wheel spins alone

All the yellow leaves of the whole autumn fall off, and you're alone with your umbrella

Two cups of coffee pressed against two old photos, white slippers, and a red carpet

Two goldfish swim in a square inch of the sky and the earth, and the night is long, and the day is short

I'm accustomed to writing letters and taking pictures for you, and accompanying you on the Ferris Wheel, and I'm used to writing letters, and taking photos for you, and following you on the Ferris wheel. I used to stand in line alone, buy tickets alone, be proud of myself, run around the playground alone

I used to talk like you, smile like you, run like you, plant flowers on your balcony

I used to travel alone, backpack like you, fret like you, sketch like you

Loneliness is a heartbeat

You're there, I don't know

Two goldfish swimming in the world, the night is long, the day is short.

You're there, I don't know

Three autumns passed and I became brave, the Ferris wheel went round three more times

Three years of time covered the mountain range and turned into the coast, the floating clouds warmed up, the reeds were shallow

Four seasons are on the stage, the birds flew across the sun line, the sky was high and far away, please make a wish

Four sides of the wind, the winds are coming in memory, I remembered the year, you gently closed your eyes

I used to be with you in your sadness, in your silence, in your boredom, in the face of the world. Time is like a knife

I used to be frustrated with you, nervous with you, proud with you, because you were proud of yourself

I used to wait for the bus with you, listen to the songs with you, dance with you, and pick out the simple flowers and plants

I also used to be sad with you, dark with you, and shiny with you, because your heart was beating so hard

The memories are sketches that are burned one by one

Where are you? I don't know.

It doesn't matter where your heart is

Pick up the moon.

Monologue: Those Memories ......

Those Memories

Still Clear After Years

The Song That Does Sadness

Till Now Always Remembered

OCTOBER:Me and Once We

Time Like water slowly rippling Who did you play hide-and-seek with

The parking lot at dusk, the lights shining brightly

The old playground empty in the morning

The crowd of people waiting with kites in their hands

The kites broke their strings and landed beyond the sunset

Over the mountains and over the sea, the paper airplanes couldn't fly

We were separated and dispersed to different parts of the world

Time flowed in my heart. I played hide-and-seek with you

The playground of happiness was brightly lit

Old photographs are placed in frames

The ideals of my youth were soaring, and I carried my sorrows on my shoulders

Illuminating the bleakness of the road that came by with a smile

Resisting the winds and frosts of the road that came by with an embrace

Has there ever been the saddest song ever sung

That is endlessly repeated at night

Who has ever sung that song, that is so sad, that the airplanes can't fly?

Who ever sang the song I wrote down

To stir up the emotions like weeds on the hillsideThe time flowed in my heart I played hide-and-seek with you

Happy playgrounds, bright lights

Old photos, put them in frames

Young ideals flying, carrying sadness on my shoulders

Lighting up the road with smiles, the road to get there is bleak

Resisting the weather on the way there with embraces

lalala......

[About you whom I know]

Lonely Yan Yue:

A lonely and quiet girl who feels panic when she comes in contact with strangers!

Because of her hobby of reading books, she befriends Yao Wang, a boy from the next class. The contact with Yao Wang makes her feel as if she has seen a kindred spirit.

Sad Yao Wang:

A person who looks happy but is actually sad inside.

He is a good student in everyone's eyes ---- a brave and strong person. In fact, the darkness in his heart is only understood by Yan Yue!

Happy and naive child painting:

Having a happy family, he is cheerful and believes in the beauty of everything, while hoping to infect the sad Yao Wang with his own beauty.

But Yao Wang eventually chooses a kindred spirit, Yan Yue. Will Tong Painting also turn into a sad person?

Foolish Zhong Cheng:

Grew up with Tong Hua as a child, and has been quietly waiting by her side.

Hoping that one day Tong Painting can turn around and see him behind her, however, he always waits in the darkness ......

Chapter01 I am a storyteller

......

Some things stay engraved inside the brain. Unfolding and flattening all of the brain's thousands of furrows like a giant sheet of paper,

on which are densely packed plots and lines. There are many times, many places, many people,

all of which would allow me to tell the story. But there is always some inexplicable reason why I open my mouth but look like a doll that can't speak.

Dolls are the loneliest people. Because when a child is lonely, there is a doll to accompany him. When the doll is lonely, there is no one to accompany it.

......

chapter02 Yan Yue is the lonely one

......

There's a passage in there that says loneliness is like a knife without an open blade, and the dull, heavy cut on the neck goes back and forth with the light years,

issuing a pain that's not too light, not too heavy, not too sharp, and not too slow, until we forget what it is to be in pain.

Is this about me?

It's like I'm used to standing in an empty, deserted playground at dusk with the distant sound of the wind in my ears,

smelling the rusty smell of the double bars along the playground. The lush, barren grass looked like it was going to grow over an entire world.

It's like I'm used to standing in line alone for tickets and watching a sad movie alone with popcorn. Crying and laughing over someone else's story.

Until the movie's curtain call lights came up and all the faces that had just sunk into the darkness all emerged with concrete outlines and features.

I was back in my own silent world in a flash.

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Chapter03 Child's paintings are happy and naive people

......

I remember the day he said those words to me was in the playground, a school-organized parade.

He and I were jostled around by the crowd into the same compartment of the Ferris wheel.

When the Ferris wheel turned to the very top, he suddenly laughed next to me and said, "The angels are up there.

......

Chapter04 Jongseong is like a fool

......

Like the most devoted spectator, watching her life play out in a dark movie theater, I was in the middle of the seat,

sometimes smiling, sometimes crying, while finally seeing her with the one she was with. Should I have stood up and applauded?

Or should I be moved to tears in the dark?

......

Chapter05 They Are Two

......

On the Ferris wheel. I always think Yao Wang is an angel. The wind blew from far away.

Then gentle wings grew on his back.

He said, thank you for swaying with me.

......

Chapter06 Yan Yue is the third person

......

I forget whether it was in Hans Christian Andersen's or Grimm's fairy tale, there is a fairy tale that begins with the words, "The mountain and the canyon are sure to meet,

just as some people are sure to meet some people". I later copied that on the wall, and I underlined it very clearly in pencil.

Many nights when I couldn't sleep, I traced the phrase over again on the wall, stroke by stroke, just as I did when I was a child, copying penmanship posters.

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Chapter07 Yao Wang is the sad one

......

I love that movie All About Lily Chou-Chou.

I love Yuichi Renmei standing in silence in a vast wheat field with headphones.

I love seeing Green Cat typing Felicia Felicia Felicia over and over on the keyboard.

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Chapter08 Zhongcheng is someone you can see when you turn around

......

We all grew up like this.

Falling in love. Falling out of love. Pain. Growing up.

Songs we once thought we'd never forget, but when we filled out the "Favorite Song" section of our graduation yearbook,

we filled it with our new favorite song of that time.

Movies that we used to cry at, we don't even remember the plot anymore.

We all grew up this way, hurt and brave at the same time.

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Chapter09 Child's paintings are people looking out over the Ferris wheel

......

Just how long will it take to break those habits I once developed?

Getting used to being alone with you being lonely with you not talking. Stand with you on the hillside and watch the weeds spread into the sea like a relic.

Accompany you in the Ferris wheel drifting through round and round. Running with you in the rain.

Flying kite after kite with you in the empty, deserted playground. Some of them have been flying. Some broke their strings and fell into the sea of people.

Those habits that were once cultivated are like patterns branded on the body.

They say it hurts to wash off the tattoos. Well, it hurts to change your habits, too.

I only hope that time is the greatest healer of all.

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Chapter10 You're the one who hears the end of the story

......

It was as if the wizards of the world had suddenly raised their hands together, waving gold paint to polish all the years that had once been dark.

He and she stood before us in silence.

The years had not changed their young faces. Just as the years can't take away those dim old days.

......

Also: September Ferris Wheel MV.

Small Four auditioned for the song. It doesn't feel as good as the female voice. Maybe not professional. But the melody and lyrics are impeccable. Have time to listen to the original version, forget who sang it, Yan Yue or Fairytale.

mms://vod.tom.com/music/0508/jiuyuemtl.wmv

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A whole city's lights close their eyes and the ferris wheel spins alone

A whole autumn's yellow leaves have fallen out and you're alone with your umbrella

Two cups of coffee pressed against two old photos White slippers on a red carpet

Two goldfish swimming in a square inch of heaven and earth, the night is long and the day is short

I used to write letters to you, deliver your medicines, take pictures of you, and follow you on the Ferris Wheel

I used to queue up alone, buy my tickets alone, be proud of myself, and run around the playground alone

I used to learn to talk like you, to smile like you, to run like you, and to plant plants and flowers on the terrace

I used to learn to speak like you, to smile like you, to run like you, and to grow plants and flowers on the balcony. I'm used to traveling alone, backpacking alone, chagrined alone, sketching your back alone

Loneliness is the heartbeat, the noise

Where you are, I don't know

Three autumns have passed, and I've become brave, and the Ferris wheel has gone round three times

Three years of time have covered the mountain range, and the coast has become a place of warm clouds and shallow reeds

Four seasons of the world have been played out, with the birds flying over the horizon, and the sky has become a distant place of wishful thinking

The winds come from all directions and I remember the year you closed your eyes gently

I used to be sad with you, silent with you, bored with you, facing the time like a knife

I also used to be frustrated with you, tense with you, proud of you, because you were proud of yourself

I used to wait for a bus with you, listen to a song with you, dance with you, pick out the simple flowers

I also used to be sad with you, gloomy with you, and proud of you, thinking that you would not be able to make a wish. You are dull because you shine because you thought your heart was beating like crazy

Memories are sketches burned one by one

Where you are I don't know

Where the heart is I don't know

The Incomplete Chronicles of the Post-80s

[By: anonymous Reposted By: Hai]

Hsu Chia's "I Love the Sunshine" was published in 1998 and had a huge impact on the teenage readership. It had a great impact on the teenage readers.

In January 1999, Sprout magazine sponsored the first New Concept Essay Contest, and Han Han, the first prize winner, was 17 years old. The Writer's Publishing House then released the New Concept Essay Contest Collection, printing more than 600,000 sets.

In 2000, the forum Poetry Jianghu was founded, and it became a pioneer base for poetry groups in the lower half of the body, assembling what would later become an important figure in the concept of post-1980s literature, with Chunshu, Li Dumbfuck, Witch Qinsi, Crystal Bead Chain, He Ai, Yu Poison, Liu Dirty, Qin Hak, Mo Xiaoxi, Liu Dongling, Zhang Progress, and Xidong He Zhen, among others, beginning to participate in it from watching the jianghu killings.

In July 2000, Poetry Reference launched a column entitled "Poems by Poets Born in the 80s", in which some of them made their debut.

On December 1, 2000, Han Han's The Threefold Door was published, with more than 1.1 million copies distributed to date.

On January 1, 2001, Crystal Bead Chain (Chen Fantasy) published the book "Preferring Beauty," which was the first time that the post-1980s as writers' hawking signs were proclaimed in the mass media.

Early in 2001, the post-1980s poets in Anhui Province founded a private journal, Winter Solstice, with the slogan, "Poets born in the 1980s, exhibition of masterpieces".

In June 2001, Liu Dongling and Tang Chengwei founded the folk magazine Poetry and Thoughts in Sichuan Province, launching an exhibition of poets born after the 1980s.

In October 2001, Zhang Progress and Feng Zhao founded the folk magazine New Literature Observatory in Xi'an, which specialized in publishing the works of post-1980s writers, and received encouragement from Liu Chuan, the editor-in-chief of Poetry Tide magazine.

In the same year, Xiong Shengrong and Tian Qiao from Sichuan directly founded the folk magazine The 80s.

In 2001, the month of "lower body" to the old literary world of the first masterpiece "Poetry Jianghu? Pioneer Poetry Archive" book, there are several 80 in it to follow the army.

In 2001, a collection of award-winning works from the New Concept was published, and the term "post-80s" was officially introduced.

Beginning in 2002, Poetry Tide magazine edited by Liu Chuan opened the "Post-80s Poetry Exhibition" section, while the old poetry publication "Stars" Poetry Magazine also began to support the new force, and at the same time, the Stars Poetry Network opened the first official literary significance of the "Post-80s China Forum", Liu Dongling's "Post-80s China Forum", and Liu Dongling's "Post-80s China Forum". At the same time, Stars Poetry Network opened the first official literary significance "China Post-80s Forum", with Liu Dongling and He Zhen, the Western Poison, as the bamboos.

In May 2002, Chunshu's Beijing Dolls was published, and she became a pioneer writer and a "problem girl" among the post-80s.

In 2002, Hu Jian, a senior in high school, published a collection of three novels and an educational essay published in the magazine Dongfang as The Age of Cynicism, claiming that the purpose of the book was to get special admission to Peking University, which attracted widespread attention from all walks of life.

In 2002, Zhang Yueran was honored as the "most talented female writer" by the website Bud.

In 2003, Zhang Yueran's first book Sunflower Lost in 1890 was published by Writers' Publishing House, recommended by famous writer Mo Yan, and edited by Yang Kwai, the famous publisher who made "Harvard Girl" Liu Yiting famous, with more than 200,000 copies distributed.

In March 2003, Poetry Forest launched the "Post-80s Nine Poems", and released the article "About Post-80s" by post-80s poet Zeyin.

In 2003, "Straits. The "Post-80s Poetry Exhibition" was serialized in the first issue of the University Monthly, featuring the works of the post-80s poets.

2003 Poetry Selection Magazine, No.9, launched "Poetry Exhibition of Poets Born in the 80s", in which more than 80 poets were selected.

In 2003, Yijutsu's "Ceramic Dolls" was published, and was criticized by the Asia Times as "fragile", and Hong Kong writer Li Bihua praised its text as "pale pills full of the poison of love".

In 2003, Gan Shijia released his book "Seventeen and Growing Old".

In January 2004, Mimi July began serializing "They Call Me Goblin" in the Tianya community, and it was finally published in January 2005 after a year of delays.

In early 2004, Sun Rui's "Grass-like Years" was published by Publishing House, with 300,000 copies distributed.

On February 2, 2004, Chunshu was featured on the cover of the Asian edition of Time magazine in the U.S., along with Han Han, former hacker Manzhou, rocker Li Yang and four others, and was considered to be a representative of China's post-1980s generation, and was compared to the U.S. Beat Generation of the 1960s.

2004Zhang Yueran's Cherry's Distance was published by Spring Breeze Literary Publishing House.

In February 2004, Guo Jingming was ranked 93rd on Forbes' 2004 "Who's Who in China" list, earning 1.6 million yuan.

In February 2004, Li began serializing his novel "Red X" in the Tianya community, and was recognized by Murong Xuecun.

In 2004, Yi Shu published a high-profile novel, Peacock, which became the center of media attention again because it ventured into the forbidden zone of erotic writing.

On June 6, 2004, Guo initiated the establishment of the "Island Studio" and launched the "Island" series of books.

In July 2004, Yiju's novel "Goodbye Firefly" was serialized in "Sprout".

In 2004, Yangcheng Evening News published the "Post-80s Popularity Ranking".

In 2004, Zhang Yueran won the "2004 Most Promising Newcomer Award" for her work "Ten Loves".

In the second half of 2004, Ten Teenage Writers' Criticism Book became a hot topic.

In December 2004, a court ruled that Guo Jingming's How Much Do I Know in My Dreams plagiarized Zhuang Yu's Outside the Circle. The publisher of the book, Spring Breeze Publishing House, was accused of "shielding plagiarism" and ****ed with a debt of 200,000 yuan in compensation.

In 2004, the book "We, Us--The Feast of the Post-80s," edited by He Rui and Liu Yihan, was published by the China Federation of Literature and Art Publishers.

On December 22, 2004, Hunan Literature and Art Publishing House established the first youth literature creation base in China on West Street in Yangshuo, Guangxi. Its president Liu