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
p>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
p>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