Bold and majestic modern poetry

1. "The Undercurrent of Love"

That year, everyone settled in their destiny and wandered in the world of mortals

You wrote the rhyme and stirred up a storm

The passer-by towards the end of the world stirs up an undercurrent

You can tell me that the poet’s love should have ended without a problem

At the beginning, I could reach the stars with my hands, but could happiness have gone astray

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If you see blood sealing your throat, maybe I shouldn’t feel the pain

In the clear autumn night, your most ruthless pupils will be deeply etched

When the migratory birds migrate, I will make a scratch Desolate as a flood

The moonlight ice sculptures stage an instant love impulse

To commemorate love, it is not easy to practice it personally

The poems are blood red, and the window lattice is lined up to wait for the transformation. Dry wind

The red eyes roll, let you mock the sobbing man for being a hero

A young man in the world, accustomed to chasing the vicissitudes of life

You are also pure and clear Excellent, fiddle with prosperity in the palm of your hand

The lightness of life, such a profound love for half a lifetime

2. Majestic, impassioned, heroic poetry

Walking with a sword End of the World

But I really am not

Not a hero

A man’s blood is as thick as the setting sun

Another jar of strong wine

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For the last time tonight

Singing for you

Singing for you in the sky

Singing

Who threatens you with a sword

My Love

My Homeland

I am a bloodthirsty maniac

The Rhythm of Beauty

The sound of war drums

My hatred

The sand blows again

Drying the shirt

For a while

Only the sword is moaning

The sword is moaning

But it is powerless

Facing the Central Plains

Kneeling towards the Central Plains< /p>

Why am I not a hero

So what if I am a hero

I can only hold the iron sword

across my neck

< p>3. A modern poem with bold style

"The Undercurrent of Love"

In that year, everyone settled in their destiny and wandered in the world of mortals

You wrote in rhyme and made noise A storm rises

Towards the passers-by from the end of the world, an undercurrent rises

You assert that the poet's love should have ended without any illness

In the beginning, I could reach for the stars with my hand, could it be the Sword of Happiness? Going off the beaten track

If you see blood closing your throat, maybe I shouldn’t feel the pain

The clear autumn night will deeply penetrate your most ruthless pupils

Waiting for the migration of migratory birds , cut through with a desolate sound like a torrent

Moonlight ice sculptures, staged an impulse to kill love

To commemorate love, it is not easy to practice it personally

The poems are blood red, arranged The window lattice is waiting for the drying wind

The rolling red eyes let you mock the sobbing man for being a hero

A young man in the world, accustomed to chasing the vicissitudes of neon lights

You also The simple piano is pure and graceful, playing with prosperity in the palm of your hand

The lightness of life, the love of half a life is so profound

The mountains south and the sea, the love of children is all hidden in the bag

Singing and drinking, the tender love will never meet again

You are the only one who will follow, the love of this life will be trapped in a cocoon and frozen for thousands of years

4. Modern poetry with heroic style

The Yellow River sinks

Starts from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau

Starts from an unknown small mound

Stretches

Yellowish water< /p>

Bury the rough stone tools of our ancestors

and Yanhuang’s cries

Bury deeply

Into a cry to expand the foreign land of life

Yellow carpet

Along the Bohai Bay

Extending to the Dragon Palace

One day

The Dragon of the East China Sea

Bringing the beautiful dragon girl

Coming on the carpet

Under the Moon

To the majestic "The Ballad of the Boatman"

***Drink a glass of cool moonlight

Japanese wine

Get married to someone with yellow skin and black hair