We have had it before, but soon there was a famous movement that suppressed all the passionate college students. No one thought that even today in the 21st century, there are still people paying the price of blood in this movement.
So when I saw Radio Rock being suppressed by government officials and the shipwreck, I started to panic. The sea water that quickly poured into the broken cabin over the old equipment, all the vinyl records floating on the sea like rootless weeds, old DJ Reaching out to salvage but couldn’t reach one of them. Count was desperate to broadcast for the last time to Mai. He said, “You people in power don’t think that everything is over. Year after year, politicians will continue to make the world a better place. Nothing can be achieved, but young men and women all over the world will always have dreams and write them in songs. "
Those rock and roll, those undead blood, are the miracles of the human world.
I may never have been a girl who goes on a normal trajectory. I am autistic, rock, smoke, drink, and even have a strong desire for tattoos since junior high school. But my eyes are still full of blood at all times, waiting for the day when the diseased society will burst out and go out for burial. I like to stand on the side of the road looking at the city through the misty air, listening to the noise of cars looking for the source of the bagpipes. The soft whistle from the noisy crowd is a requiem that leads me to the exit with clenched fists.
People in the sun in the 1960s were already dead. They were either buried in the sea or dead. Rain or sea water can't make their bodies rot, even if they grow beautiful purple corpses, they all tell the story of the year. We leaned down and watched the poet in the lake grow old.
Once read an article "Through the Bone Strokes You" on "I Love Rock and Roll", he said, "We used to vowed to hear rock and roll and hear death, but when we work and have children, how long can we hold on?", When I read that article, I was still a high school student, a high school student who was secretly angry and young under the skin of a good student. Wearing headphones at that time, his face was indifferent. But I still remember that in that afternoon, I turned my head and said to my companion, "I will, I will listen to
rock and roll and hear it dead." Rock is a dream that is secretly proud of ourselves, when we are tired of fighting all kinds of injustices. At that time, when we feel that there are rumors around us, when all the politicians care about their power and expose themselves to the second force, we are like the group of sea DJs, listening to a vinyl record, starting with F The letters sneered at them as they watched them furiously.
The only difference is that we, all netizens, all people, our ship has sunk quickly, and in all visible possibilities, no one can save us except ourselves.
We are not hippies, we do not have that free era, we are just a group of puppets ready to be put on the assembly line and brainwashed, just a group of pirates destined to die in the bitter sea.
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