Do you need this job badly? If you are in a hurry, there is nothing you can do. Youth written on the clouds is like a kite floating in the wind. The blessing of sunshine is an obstacle and an indicator. The light reflected by jewelry shines in the blue sky, and the hymn continues, because the wind loves lively and beautiful things and hides in the gap covered by bangs. When you start flying, you have a broad self. What you don't want is no longer an obstacle. Indeed, I once cared about the hills or branches in front of you. The generation gap can show that as long as you still love, don't give up poetry and distant PS: Tibetan poems "write a modern poem praising yourself", boasting too much about yourself, really won't.
2. Write a modern poem praising yourself. Really don't know how to find me. Let me first recommend one of my own songs by Whitman, an American poet: I praise myself and sing about myself, and you will bear what I bear, because every atom that belongs to me also belongs to you.
Do you need this job badly? If you are in a hurry, there is nothing you can do.
Youth written on clouds is like a kite floating in the wind.
The blessing of one meter of sunshine is both a stumbling block and an indicator.
The light reflected by the jewels sparkled in the blue sky.
The hymn continues, because the wind loves to be lively.
Good things are hidden in the gap blocked by bangs.
When the ego begins to fly, it has a width.
What you don't want is not an obstacle.
Actually, I care.
Is it a mountain or a branch in front of you now?
The generation gap can explain. Don't give up as long as you still love.
Poetry and distance
PS: Tibetan poem "write a modern poem praising yourself", boasting that you are too that, really not.
3. Ask for a poem praising yourself at the birthday party. The room is full of fragrance, and the bookshelves are full of fragrance. I breathe the fragrance myself, know it and like it. Its essence will make me intoxicated, but I won't allow it.
The atmosphere is not a fragrance, it has no smell of spices, it is tasteless, it will always be for my mouth, I love it, I want to go to the riverside of the forest, take off my disguise and be naked, and I want it to contact me warmly. My own breathing clouds, echoes, wavelets, whispers, roots of love, silk threads, orange branches and vines, my breathing and sucking, my heartbeat, blood and air flowing through my lungs, smelling green leaves and dead leaves, smelling the rocks and hay on the coast in the barn, floating in the vortex of the wind, words bursting from my throat, a few kisses, a few hugs, and something that I stretched out my arms to catch.
Do you think a thousand acres is a lot? Do you think the earth is very big? Did you practice for a long time before learning to read? Are you very proud of trying to understand the meaning of poetry? Please come with me today and tonight, and you will understand the source of all poems. You will have the benefits of the earth and the sun (there are millions of suns). You don't accept second-hand or third-hand things, you don't observe with the eyes of dead people, and you don't draw nutrition from ghosts in books. You won't see with my eyes, and you won't accept things through me. You will listen to opinions from all sides and filter everything yourself.
4. Write a poem praising yourself. Don't write poetry. This is a modern poem. Wait for Whitman online.
Excerpts from my own songs.
I praise myself, praise myself,
You will bear what I have suffered,
Because every atom that belongs to me belongs to you.
I wandered and invited my soul,
I leaned down and leisurely observed a summer blade of grass.
My tongue, every atom in my blood, is formed in this soil and this air.
It was born here by my parents, so were my parents, and so were their parents.
I am 37 years old now, and I have been healthy since I was born.
I hope it will be like this forever until I die.